The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Wang Jiuling was caught up in the fight and only realized what was happening after hearing Huang Yaoshi's words.

But the palm strike had already been delivered, so Wang Jiuling could only forcefully withdraw his true energy.

The worst thing you can do in martial arts is to force yourself to stop. Wang Jiuling was so shocked by the internal energy that his blood and qi were churning.

For an ordinary person, this would naturally be unbearable, and might even cause injury.

However, Wang Jiuling quickly suppressed the true qi in his body by relying on the Innate Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and his breathing returned to normal within two or three breaths.

Her face just turned red.

But this surprised Huang Yaoshi, who clearly did not expect Wang Jiuling to suddenly stop.

He paused for a moment, then strode forward and immediately cursed, "Fool! Just as stupid as Guo Jing! You think I can't withstand your palm strike? Do you think you can force yourself to stop?"

Seeing Wang Jiuling's flushed face, he took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and threw it to Wang Jiuling.

"Eat quickly!"

Wang Jiuling had already calmed down by this time.

He caught the pill. "Senior, I'm fine."

"Just eat it! Why all the nonsense?"

Huang Yaoshi's tone was very harsh. Wang Jiuling opened his mouth but didn't say anything more, and swallowed the pill as he wished.

Then, he used his internal energy to gradually suppress the restless blood and qi.

As Huang Yaoshi saw his complexion gradually return to normal, his eyes became strange again.

"Aren't you afraid it might be poison if you just eat it like that?"

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, his expression turning dangerous. "Besides being skilled in refining elixirs, I am also very skilled in concocting poisons!"

Wang Jiuling paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Don't be afraid!"

He was truly fearless. With the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Innate Skill, he was virtually immune to all poisons. Even poison pills were no different from candy.

But Huang Yaoshi didn't know that he squinted and looked Wang Jiuling up and down, trying to see panic in Wang Jiuling's eyes.

But after a long time, he gave up.

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi turned his head away from Wang Jiuling, but his cold snort was noticeably softer than before.

"Slightly better than Guo Jing, but only slightly!"

With that, Huang Yaoshi ignored Wang Jiuling and turned to head back the way he came.

Wang Jiuling followed with a smile, not mentioning the fifty moves, but instead taking the initiative to ask Huang Yaoshi why the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm could have so many variations.

Huang Yaoshi felt a little better. Although he still had a sour face, he kept replying with a few words along the way.

"Kid! Let me tell you!"

"If you dare let Ying'er suffer because of you, I will never forgive you!"

Before leaving the woods, Huang Yaoshi threatened him with a stern face.

When they returned, Cheng Ying and the others were still waiting for them.

"Master!" Cheng Ying quickly greeted them upon seeing them return.

She observed the expressions of Wang Jiuling and Huang Yaoshi.

Seeing the look in his disciple's eyes, Huang Yaoshi gave a light snort. "This kid barely passes!"

"If he bullies you again, come back to Peach Blossom Island!"

After saying that, Huang Yaoshi waved his hand without waiting for Cheng Ying and Wang Jiuling to say anything more.

"Alright, I'm heading back to Xiangyang!"

He was in a great hurry to see his two children.

As he passed by the carriage, Huang Yaoshi stopped and glanced at it, silently shook his head, and then used his lightness skill to leave.

Wang Jiuling didn't even have a chance to see him off.

Cheng Ying, standing to the side, explained with a smile.

"That's just how my master is. He comes and goes like the wind, but he cares most about those who are close to him."

After watching Huang Yaoshi leave, Wang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief, and Cheng Ying also smiled broadly.

"What a strange old man!" Ma Guangzuo was a little afraid of Huang Yaoshi, and only dared to come out from behind Wang Jiuling after Huang Yaoshi left.

"Qingyangzi! Who won between you two?"

Wang Jiuling shook his head. "There's no such thing as winning or losing, let's go!"

The group returned to the carriage and continued their journey towards Zhongnan Mountain.

In the pavilion of the Guo residence garden.

Yang Guo was thinking about how to keep such a large divine bird by his side without causing any trouble.

Wang Jiuling left yesterday, asking Yang Guo to find the Divine Condor before he left, which Yang Guo naturally had to do.

Xiaolongnu sat quietly beside him, wanting to say something, but seeing Yang Guo lost in thought, she remained silent.

In the morning, Guo Jing took Yang Guo to participate in the patrol of Xiangyang. The people on the street and the martial arts practitioners all praised Yang Guo highly.

It is said that he, like his master Qingyang Zhenren, is always able to turn the tide at crucial moments, truly a lucky star of the Song Dynasty.

Xiaolongnu could tell that Yang Guo was very happy at that time.

It was genuine joy; Yang Guo's eyes lit up whenever he mentioned atoning for his father's sins and becoming a great hero.

The praise from those around him could sweep away all of Yang Guo's dejection.

For the first time, Xiaolongnu truly realized that Yang Guo might never have belonged to the Ancient Tomb.

Yang Guo had too many concerns: Guo Jing, his father's grudges, and his master.

He shouldn't have been trapped in the ancient tomb.

Therefore, Xiaolongnu never mentioned returning to the Ancient Tomb again.

Looking at the azure sky, Xiaolongnu stopped worrying.

Just then, Yang Guo turned around and didn't notice the change in Xiaolongnu's expression. He only said that when he brought out the Divine Condor, he would let his aunt get to know it.

What Yang Guo didn't expect was that the next morning, when he woke up, he instinctively looked at the center of the room.

There was a rope hanging there, but Auntie wasn't on it.

Yang Guo sat up, rubbed his eyes, and assumed that his aunt had gotten up early and gone out.

She thought to herself that her aunt never went out alone, so today was really strange.

He sat down at the table, intending to pour himself some water, and noticed a folded piece of paper on the table.

Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, picked it up and took a look, and his expression changed drastically.

Do not worry.

Yang Guo loosened his grip, and the cup fell onto the table. He then rushed out the door like a madman.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

...

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Wang Jiuling and his party's carriage was discovered by the disciples guarding the mountain before it even approached the mountain gate.

But they soon discovered that it was Wang Jiuling who had returned, and they immediately went back excitedly to report the news.

Li Daoxuan got off the carriage. His leg was not fully healed yet, but now, with the aid of crutches, he was walking more and more nimbly.

As he watched the mountain gate draw ever closer in the distance, his eyes involuntarily reddened.

I opened my nostrils and took deep breaths of the air that belongs to Zhongnan Mountain.

"I'm back! I'm back!"

For over twenty years, Li Daoxuan had almost forgotten what it felt like to step on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate.

Ma Guangzuo looked around, curious about everything in Zhongnan Mountain.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying walked side by side, each holding a horse's reins.

The disciple leading the way stared wide-eyed at the two holding hands.