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

Qiu Chuji spoke in disbelief, saying that after Wang Jiuling left, Wang Chongyang suddenly told them that he would not stay in Chongyang Palace for long.

Because his lifespan is nearing its end.

This time it's not a fake death; it's a real departure.

The Seven Immortals of Quanzhen were dumbfounded. They had just met their master, and he was already nearing the end of his lifespan?

Looking at the expressions of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Wang Chongyang shook his head.

"Everyone must die eventually. I have already lived for nearly sixty years longer than expected, so I don't need to ask for anything more."

When Wang Chongyang spoke of death, there was not a trace of fear or confusion in his eyes. His mind was clear, and his eyes shone with a divine light, making it impossible for anyone to see anything wrong with him.

"Master..." Qiu Chuji couldn't hold back his emotions and tears fell. The others also looked sorrowful.

He looked at Ma Yu and the others, sighed, and spoke earnestly.

"The future of the Quanzhen School still depends on young people. Sometimes we shouldn't be too stubborn. We should learn to let go when necessary."

"How can one transcend attachments that run too deep?"

"Your hands are clenched so tightly, you can't create a truly authentic future."

"Sit down! Your teacher will preach to you once more."

Ma Yu was the first to nod and sit down, and the others sighed and followed suit...

Wang Jiuling arrived at the guest courtyard where Cheng Ying was staying.

She was sitting by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

"You haven't gone out these past two days, it's very stuffy in the room."

Wang Jiuling smiled and spoke, but Cheng Ying shook her head and said that the view from the window was just right.

Wang Jiuling knew that she didn't want to go out and be seen by the Quanzhen disciples, so as to avoid causing trouble.

"We'll come down the mountain in a few days."

Wang Jiuling told Cheng Ying about the final decision of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. After listening, Cheng Ying opened her mouth as if to say something.

Perhaps he wanted to say something like "You don't have to do that," but in the end he didn't say it.

She simply stepped forward and hugged Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling looked out the window. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were stern in their words, but in reality, they knew best how to take care of Wang Jiuling.

Although this guest house was remote, it was never as remote as it is today. Not to mention other people, not even a single female disciple passed by.

They knew that gossip could hurt people, but not wanting to put Wang Jiuling in a difficult position, they didn't say anything, but secretly tried their best to help him.

The rules are strict, yet they are not without human touch...

The next day, news came from Chongyang Palace that Wang Jiuling had knowingly broken the law and voluntarily resigned from his position as the Sword-Holding Elder.

I will descend the mountain to preach in the future, as an atonement for my sins.

This news was truly explosive, instantly igniting public opinion within the Quanzhen School.

But most of the disciples were discussing how Wang Jiuling could be punished so severely.

With the Seven Masters of Quanzhen no longer involved in affairs, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing are practically the two pillars of the Quanzhen School.

"Sigh! Didn't you say before that this matter would definitely be minimized?"

"Who knows? After all, Uncle Jiuling is the Sword-Holding Elder. I thought any punishment would just be a matter of his own word..."

"Ha! What do you think? No one can be exempt from the rules of the Quanzhen Sect! In my opinion, this is the proper way!"

"Yes! If I'm exempted just because of my status, I won't accept that!"

"Lu Qingdu is in big trouble this time! He has offended countless fellow disciples in the past."

Although he toned down his behavior after joining his Uncle-Master Jiuling's group, his enemies still remember him!

"That woman is actually the last disciple of the Eastern Heretic, tsk tsk!"

"Alas! It's truly the greatest loss to our Quanzhen Sect that our Martial Uncle is giving up his future!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to give up this status for a woman!"

Most of the fourth-generation disciples were not that enlightened; in their hearts, the identity of the Sword-Holding Elder was more important than anything else.

Wang Jiuling's easy decision to let go of the rules made them realize how heavy the sect's rules were, even for their martial uncle.

Although there were some minor complaints, it was generally acceptable.

The one who suffered the most was Lu Qingdu.

On the mountain peak behind.

"Uncle-Master! You must take me with you when you go down the mountain!"

Lu Qingdu knew that the matter was already settled, so he could only beg Wang Jiuling to take him away.

Although it means giving up a good life in Zhongnan Mountain, it's better than being retaliated against.

Wang Jiuling moved his thigh helplessly, but Lu Qingdu hugged him even tighter.

"Uncle-Master! If you don't agree, I'll kneel here forever!"

Lu Qingdu refused to let go.

He knew that he was already deeply bound to Wang Jiuling, and that any slight movement or change in Wang Jiuling's life would be directly related to him.

"Instead of wasting your time, you should think about what luggage to bring."

Wang Jiuling said with a hint of helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingdu looked up and wiped away her tears. "Uncle-Master! I'll go prepare right away!"

Watching Lu Qingdu's departing figure, Wang Jiuling's thoughts drifted away.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly light punishment; his mission this time down the mountain is actually quite important.

Go preach.

The patriarch's arrangement was very meaningful. Now, the Quanzhen School in Zhongnan Mountain is a thorn in Kublai Khan's side and is in great danger.

They were ultimately outnumbered and couldn't simply wait for the Mongol army to break off relations and launch a full-scale attack.

We must consider moving south.

Wang Jiuling understood that his mission was to spread the Tao in the south, but there were other Taoist sects such as the Zhengyi Sect in the south, which was their territory.

The Quanzhen School rashly came from the north, showing great disrespect to them.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen are all getting old; we can't let them handle this matter.

Besides, with power transferred, the third generation has to step up.

Of the three generations, only Wang Jiuling was capable of handling matters in terms of martial arts skills and reputation.

This is truly a tragedy for the Quanzhen School.

Each generation is worse than the last.

"I only hope that the reputation I've built up over the years will be of some use!"

Wang Jiuling looked down the mountain.

He has excellent eyesight and immediately spotted several black dots moving in the cracks of the mountain.

This place is treacherous, and it would be difficult for the disciples guarding the mountain to protect everyone.

Wang Jiuling narrowed his eyes, moved swiftly, and went straight down the cliff. His toes kept touching the protruding parts of the rock wall as his figure flashed by.

"If there were a path up the mountain from here, that would be a miracle!"

Inside the crevice of the rock, three men were panting heavily from exhaustion.

"Hey! Keep searching! If we find the road, the Mongols will give us a lot of money!"

As the three were talking, they heard the sound of wind overhead. When they looked up, they saw Wang Jiuling standing on a huge rock above them, with his hands behind his back.

His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and clear.

"So, they were looking for a path up the mountain to collect a reward from the Mongols?"

"What a coincidence! I know Zhongnan Mountain very well. Would you like me to help you?"

The three were startled, but upon closer inspection, they realized that the young Taoist priest in front of them was no more than twenty years old.

Moreover, he was wearing only an ordinary Taoist robe.

He must be an ordinary disciple who has no powerful backing and was therefore assigned to this place to do the arduous task of guarding the mountain.

They exchanged a glance, and the dark-faced man in the lead looked at Wang Jiuling and suddenly grinned.

"Heh! Didn't expect there to be a disciple guarding the mountain here? Well, I didn't avoid you after all!"

He pointed to his crotch.

"If you tell me the route you know, and then crawl between my legs, I might take pity on you and spare your life!"

(Three updates again today, the plot is progressing rapidly, please keep supporting me!)