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

Wang Chongyang stood up.

He hadn't spoken to his disciples for decades, but upon meeting them again, he unceremoniously launched into a tirade.

"The teachings I left you were meant to guide you to diligently cultivate the Tao. Have you succeeded?"

"He seems to follow the sect rules diligently, but in reality, he hasn't made any progress all these years! His understanding of cultivation is superficial, and his martial arts skills are utterly rudimentary!"

"And look at the disciples you've taught? When I came here, I could hear Quanzhen disciples everywhere not practicing their skills and cultivating the Tao, but instead gossiping in corners!"

Like a bunch of gossipy women! Just because that woman is a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, they're talking about her?

"The Quanzhen School is truly declining with each generation! In a few decades, they might be wiped out!"

"I told you to purify your minds and reduce your desires, to value morality over martial arts, and this is how you follow the laws of our ancestors?"

Wang Chongyang's reprimand made the Seven Masters of Quanzhen feel as if they had returned to the days when they were scolded by their master.

He immediately knelt on the ground, his head bowed low, not daring to breathe.

"Jiuling has mastered the Innate Skill! What about you?"

"If you guys were to train like that, you might just kill yourselves!"

Wang Jiuling was also surprised, as this was the first time he had seen Wang Chongyang like this.

Ma Yu and the others are all so old, yet now they're being scolded by Wang Chongyang and are acting like quails, not daring to move an inch.

"Only Danyang has received some of my true teachings, enabling him to achieve a broad-minded, tranquil, and inactive state of mind!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen knelt on the ground for an unknown period of time before Wang Chongyang closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Fine, fine! It's not entirely your fault!"

"Your talents are dull and you cannot master martial arts. You will have to face the conflicts of the martial world, living in constant turmoil and suffering. How can you possibly achieve the Great Dao if you cannot transcend this?"

Wang Chongyang recalled that he didn't like his disciples practicing martial arts; he preferred them to cultivate Taoism.

But he forgot that he himself was exceptionally talented. Even if he valued cultivation and only started practicing the Innate Skill at the age of thirty, he was still the number one in the world.

Therefore, he has the right to be indifferent to worldly disturbances.

But what about his disciples? How could they possibly have that ability? They couldn't master martial arts, and when faced with conflicts in the martial world and enemies, they still had to strive to keep the Quanzhen Sect alive. How could they possibly find peace of mind?

Does he intend to abandon the Quanzhen Sect and go into seclusion in the mountains?

Wang Chongyang suddenly realized that he had been too naive back then...

Hearing Wang Chongyang say this, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen finally dared to slowly raise their heads.

The scolding from their master had made them feel incredibly ashamed, wishing they could disappear into the ground, feeling that they had let their master down.

But now, Wang Chongyang's words brought tears to their eyes.

The master understands them and knows their difficulties.

They really had it tough. In the end, their aptitude was too poor, and they were all newcomers to the field.

If they are like this, one can only imagine what the third and fourth generations of disciples are like.

Wang Chongyang beckoned Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing over.

"Senior brother..." Wang Jiuling pulled the bewildered Zhen Zhibing to Wang Chongyang.

"Grandmaster!"

Wang Chongyang nodded, looking at the two of them with a gentler expression.

He looked Zhen Zhibing up and down. "You're not bad either; you have the makings of a future leader."

"Disciple...thanks for the praise, Ancestor!" Zhen Zhibing stammered.

Wang Chongyang then looked at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Cultivating the Tao requires tranquility of mind; therefore, the rules of Quanzhen cannot be changed, much less altered in a day or night."

"But you also need to be flexible!"

"If you are worried that Jiuling will break the sect rules and other disciples will follow suit, why not remove his status as the Sword-Holding Elder and let him go down the mountain as an ordinary disciple to atone for his sins and spread the Quanzhen lineage?"

"Seeing that the Sword-Holding Elder would also be punished for violating the rules, the other disciples naturally wouldn't dare to follow suit. This way, the reputation of Quanzhen is preserved, the rules are prevented from being changed frequently, and there's no need to pressure Jiuling anymore!"

"Jiuling, what do you think?" Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Jiuling, who indicated his willingness.

It doesn't matter at all. Serving Quanzhen is what he has always been doing. Now he's just changing his identity.

At this moment, Qiu Chuji raised his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Say what you want to say!" Wang Chongyang's tone was very unpleasant.

Qiu Chuji chuckled awkwardly. "Master, if another disciple were to act like Jiu Ling in the future... then... wouldn't the Quanzhen School be thrown into chaos?"

Wang Chongyang snorted coldly.

"snort!"

"He is not concerned with status or position, is not troubled by selfishness, does not fight for power, has clear-minded thoughts, and is exceptionally talented and single-mindedly devoted to Quanzhen."

"With a disciple like this appearing, aren't you secretly delighted? Or are you going to try and stop it?"

Qiu Chuji scratched his head and suddenly realized that his master was right.

"But...but people like Jiuling are easily led astray, taking the wrong path in cultivation..."

Wang Chongyang narrowed his eyes and stared at Qiu Chuji.

"Changchun! If you say that, it seems you have a lot of experience in this area? How about I pass on the Innate Skill to you? If you can't master it, it means your Dao heart is not as firm as Jiuling's!"

"Then don't call me Master anymore, and leave the Quanzhen Sect on your own!"

"Ah?" Qiu Chuji looked up abruptly. "Master! This disciple is dull-witted! I'm afraid I can't do it!"

"Shut up if you can't do it!" Wang Chongyang said bluntly.

Qiu Chuji lowered his head again.

Wang Jiuling shook his head helplessly. Seeing that the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were also getting old, and that kneeling like this was not appropriate, he took the initiative to quietly suggest to Wang Chongyang:

"Grandmaster! The headmaster and the other masters are doing this for the good of their disciples and for the good of Quanzhen Sect, Grandmaster..."

Wang Chongyang then waved his hand. "Get up, all of you!"

Ma Yu and the others felt as if they had been granted a pardon and finally got up, their feelings incredibly complex.

At this moment, they dared not mention Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying again.

You could see that Hao Datong still had resentment in his eyes, but he had no choice but to accept it.

If they continue to talk nonsense, Wang Chongyang will not be polite to them.

It had been decades since they last met, and Wang Chongyang, mindful of their past relationship, was very restrained. If it had been back then, he would have given him a severe dressing-down.

And that's how the matter was settled.

Wang Chongyang did not want the news of his survival to become known throughout the world, so he instructed the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and Zhen Zhibing to issue this order to inform the entire Quanzhen sect.

At the gate of Chongyang Palace, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing closed the gate.

Zhen Zhibing is still in a daze.

"Junior brother! I'm starting to wonder if I've gone into a qi deviation during my training and am hallucinating..."

"Senior brother, the patriarch has praised you; you should be happy!"

Wang Jiuling said with a smile.

Zhen Zhibing thought about it and agreed.

Even my master was scolded like that, but I was praised. It's really an honor.

"Let's go! We still need to inform Senior Brother Zhixuan and ask him to come to Chongyang Palace." Wang Jiuling walked down the mountain.

Zhen Zhibing followed. "Okay!"

"But junior brother, in the end, you will still be demoted to an ordinary disciple and have to go down the mountain to spread the teachings. Your senior brother is incompetent and cannot persuade the ancestors..."

"Senior brother, this is not really a punishment for me, since I would never have stayed in Zhongnan Mountain in the first place."

"That's true... but junior brother, you'll probably be talked about in the future. In this world, there are always petty people around, and they won't understand."

"Hehe, senior brother, do not worry. Let us spread the teachings. Our ambitions are for posterity. When we achieve our goal, great scholars will debate the classics for us. Why bother arguing with petty people over a moment's pleasure?"

"Junior brother is right, I was just too impatient."

On the stone steps in front of Chongyang Palace, the two walked side by side, the atmosphere surprisingly calm and harmonious.

But Zhen Zhibing couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Junior brother, you really won't mind people talking about you? I find it hard to believe..."

Inside Chongyang Palace, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen looked at Wang Chongyang in surprise.

"Master! How could you..."