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

Upon seeing Qiu Chuji draw his sword, Zhen Zhibing shrank back in fear, but he still didn't move away.

Wang Jiuling was truly moved when he saw his senior brother like this.

At this moment, Ma Yu quickly stepped forward to stop Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji threw the sword to the ground with a loud clang.

He pointed at Wang Jiuling.

"You bastard!!"

"You're just taking advantage of our reluctance to do anything!"

Just then, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing noticed that he was panting heavily and told him to take care of his health.

This was indeed a sign of concern, but it almost made Qiu Chuji lose his breath.

Soon, Ma Yu and the other six surrounded Wang Jiuling and tried to persuade him, using both soft and hard tactics.

But Wang Jiuling was extremely good at admitting his mistakes; if you said he was wrong, he would admit it and keep nodding.

But every time I tell him to change, he stops talking.

Ma Yu and the others were all thirsty, but they still couldn't persuade Wang Jiuling.

"What a stubborn mule!" Hao Datong felt his throat was on fire, but Wang Jiuling remained unchanged.

He and Sun Bu'er were the most old-fashioned, and they spent the most time arguing with each other.

"alright!"

Qiu Chuji waved his hand and glared at Wang Jiuling.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about the position of Sword-Holding Elder? Fine! Then you might as well not even be a regular disciple!"

"Go back and pack your bags, get out of here!"

"Get down the mountain!"

"Get out of here!"

Ma Yu stepped forward and asked everyone to calm down, but apart from Wang Chuyi who was willing to protect his disciple, the other junior brothers were all full of rules and regulations.

"Master, rules are rules, and there's no room for selfishness!"

"He knows he's wrong but won't admit it, so how can we let him get away with it like this?!"

"Besides, that woman is a disciple of the Eastern Heretic! Our beliefs clash with ours!"

"Letting him go down the mountain is just abandoning him, isn't it? He should be made to repent at the Cliff of Repentance! He can come back whenever he comes to his senses!"

Ma Yu listened to his junior brothers talking all at once, his face full of helplessness.

Beside him, Wang Chuyi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't know how to defend his disciple.

Zhen Zhibing pursed his lips, deciding that he would bear any punishment, no matter how severe.

Wang Jiuling sighed inwardly, about to speak.

Just then, a cold snort suddenly came from the direction of the side hall of Chongyang Palace.

The moment this voice appeared, it completely drowned out the voices of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The group turned around abruptly.

"who!"

Normally, unless there is a meeting, ordinary people are not allowed to enter Chongyang Palace.

They were all stunned when they turned around.

An old Taoist priest in plain clothes stood quietly in front of them. Although he was old, his face was all too familiar to them.

At that moment, the group felt their vision blurred.

Qiu Chuji's mouth opened and closed.

"Master! You're not dead?"

The next second, Qiu Chuji knelt on the ground. "Master, please forgive us! We have disgraced your lineage, and the Quanzhen School has declined. We are guilty! We even received a reprimand from you in a dream!"

Ma Yu staggered and only managed to avoid falling by grabbing a jade pillar beside him.

After they realized what was happening, they all knelt down in front of Wang Chongyang.

"Master! Master!"

Behind him, Zhen Zhibing was still standing there dumbfounded. He thought that person looked so much like the portrait of Patriarch Chongyang!

Wang Jiuling pulled him up. "Senior brother, why aren't you going to pay your respects to the Ancestral Master?!"

In a daze, Zhen Zhibing was pulled by Wang Jiuling to Wang Chongyang's side.

At this moment, Ma Yu and the others were kowtowing to Wang Chongyang, weeping and pleading their case.

They told Wang Chongyang all the mistakes they had made over the years and begged their master for forgiveness.

The decline of the Quanzhen School, the death of Tan Chuduan...

They even whipped Zhao Zhijing's corpse after he was lifted up.

Zhen Zhibing was stunned. He wanted to ask Wang Jiuling what was going on, but he didn't dare to speak.

Ma Yu and the others were completely out of line, but it wasn't until their legs went numb from kneeling that they realized something was wrong.

Wang Chongyang was so close to me.

His breathing was steady, and although he looked much older than he had back then, every wrinkle on his face was clearly visible.

The candlelight flickered all around, and everything felt incredibly real.

"Master! Are we disciples dreaming?"

Ma Yu finally asked the question.

Wang Chongyang shifted his gaze from Qiu Chuji to Ma Yu, his expression softening slightly.

"So what if it's a dream? So what if it's reality?"

"Dreams always come to an end, and people always grow old."

Snapped!

Qiu Chuji slapped himself.

Then he turned to his fellow students with surprise and said that he was in pain, and that this was not a dream.

The others pinched themselves, realizing it wasn't a dream after all.

Waking up at this moment, I found that my dream had come true, and I was overjoyed.

Even though he's quite old, he's as happy as the young Taoist acolyte he was back then.

"Master! What exactly is going on?"

After an unknown amount of time, the group finally calmed down and remembered to ask questions.

Wang Chongyang looked in the direction of Wang Jiuling behind him.

When Ma Yu and the others turned around, they saw Zhen Zhibing with his mouth agape, still in shock.

Wang Jiuling remained calm, as if he had known all along.

"Back then, I defeated Ouyang Feng..." Wang Chongyang sighed softly and began to recount his story.

"Later, I met Jiuling... and passed on the Innate Skill to him..."

"..."

"He ventured alone into the Western Regions to rescue me from my predicament."

Wang Chongyang's words left the Seven Masters of Quanzhen speechless with astonishment, and they all looked at Wang Jiuling.

Qiu Chuji, who had just been scolding Wang Jiuling, now wished he could rush over and hug Wang Jiuling to praise him.

"Good! Good job, Jiuling! You've really done a great job!"

Ma Yu was repeatedly amazed.

"So that's how it is! So Jiuling's Innate Skill was actually passed down from his master?"

"Master, I promised our ancestor not to reveal this matter, so I had no choice but to keep it a secret. Please forgive me, Master!"

Hearing Wang Jiuling's words, Ma Yu smiled and shook her head.

"Jiuling! You did nothing wrong, you did a great job! Very good!"

But at this moment, Hao Datong spoke up at an inopportune time:

"Jiuling! Now that you know the Patriarch is present, why don't you quickly confess your sins and send that woman down the mountain?"

These words immediately ruined the cheerful atmosphere, and everyone looked at Wang Jiuling.

"Jiuling! As long as you admit your mistake today and stop entangled with that woman, with the Patriarch here, we can pretend nothing happened!" Qiu Chuji also spoke up.

Ma Yu sighed and remained silent.

He could mediate earlier because of his status as the sect leader, but now that his master is present, it's probably not his turn to do so anymore.

Wang Chuyi kept giving Wang Jiuling meaningful glances.

But this time, before Wang Jiuling could say anything...

Wang Chongyang spoke first.

"You've got quite the swagger, haven't you? Your martial arts and Taoist skills haven't improved much over the years, but your tempers have certainly gotten worse?"

He looked at Qiu Chuji. "Changchun! I taught you to calm your mind and not to be impulsive back then, have you forgotten all of that?"

(This is how Wang Chongyang usually addressed his disciples in private)

Qiu Chuji's expression changed drastically, and he immediately lowered his head.

"There's no need to stop Jiu Ling and that woman!" Wang Chongyang's words drifted over, leaving Ma Yu and the others looking at each other in utter shock.

What?! Master personally spoke up to support Jiu Ling?!

Even after decades, Wang Chongyang remains sacred and inviolable in the hearts of his disciples.

When Wang Chongyang spoke, even Qiu Chuji, who had the most volatile temper, didn't dare to breathe loudly.

But there was one particularly stubborn one, Hao Datong, who, though not daring to raise his voice, spoke softly while kowtowing:

"Master, you mustn't! The ancestral rites and laws cannot be changed, and the rules of the Quanzhen School are strict. How can you... how can you do this?"

"Jiuling should be focusing on cultivating the Tao and abandoning worldly distractions, instead of... instead of getting involved with the disciples of the Eastern Heretic!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Chongyang interrupted him.

"A stubborn, inflexible fool!"