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

Zhen Zhibing held a booklet in his hand, his face looking very bad. Wang Jiuling took it and saw that it was a message sent from down the mountain.

Over the past month, many of the Quanzhen School's businesses in the north have been suppressed.

"This Mongol is already incredibly impatient!"

Zhen Zhibing's face was full of worry. "Oh, right! And this too!"

Zhen Zhibing then took out another booklet.

The news, which originally came from an unknown source, is now being spread throughout the northern region, saying that Wang Jiuling almost died in Nanyang and even lost his sword in the chaos.

"Junior brother! This is unusual; it must be the Mongols' doing, targeting you!"

Wang Jiuling closed the booklet, his face expressionless.

Kublai Khan...

Wang Jiuling knew Kublai Khan all too well; he was a master of scheming, and this news must have been deliberately spread by him.

He wouldn't do something meaningless; he must have something in mind.

However, even if Kublai Khan hadn't done that, Wang Jiuling would still have gone to Nanyang to retrieve the sword.

I stopped there on my way down the mountain.

Chongyang Palace, the residence of Wang Chuyi.

Wang Chuyi looked at his disciple and couldn't help but sigh.

"My child, you've only been back for a few days, and you already want to go down the mountain again. Your master can't keep you here."

Wang Chuyi's eyes were a little red, and he mumbled something under his breath.

He felt somewhat useless, only able to watch his disciples be punished and sent down the mountain.

"When you're out and about, don't be reckless, and don't be afraid of the rumors from the Quanzhen Sect. Your master isn't old yet; if anyone dares to gossip, I'll go find them!"

While muttering to himself, Wang Chuyi searched for something in the cabinet and quickly took out some silver and coins and handed them to Wang Jiuling.

"I don't have much personal property, but I do have some money. I won't need it if I leave it in Zhongnan Mountain, so you can take it and don't suffer when you go down the mountain."

Wang Jiuling did not refuse his master's kindness.

"Master, I'll save this for you. I'm going to the south to expand the territory of the Quanzhen School. When you arrive, there will be many places where we'll need the money."

Wang Chuyi glared at Wang Jiuling. "You think you're so capable!"

"Alright, alright! Go on!" He waved his hand and turned away, no longer looking at Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling bowed respectfully and then withdrew.

When he went down the mountain to preach this time, he was still taking several disciples with him, including Lu Qingdu, Gongsun Lüe, and several other disciples.

Gongsun Lü'e also happened to want to go back to the Valley of Heartbreak, so Wang Jiuling let her go with him.

Surprisingly, Li Daoxuan came over and said he wanted to go too.

"Twenty years have passed since I left Zhongnan Mountain. Everything has changed. I feel a little out of place when I come back, and I don't know what to do."

"Junior brother, you're going down the mountain to spread the teachings. I, your senior brother, have been spreading the teachings in the Western Regions for many years and have some experience, so I can help you."

Li Daoxuan said this to Wang Jiuling, but he was actually very embarrassed. Qiu Chuji was very happy to recognize him and asked him to stay in Zhongnan Mountain from now on.

But he had been away from Zhongnan Mountain for too long. His former close fellow disciples had either gone to the Western Regions or he had not seen them for many years.

Twenty years is a long time; when he returned, he was more like a "guest."

Even if he had no intention of vying for power and profit, in the Quanzhen Sect, interpersonal relationships were unavoidable, and there would always be some strange looks.

Li Daoxuan returned to Zhongnan Mountain, already content, and felt there was no need for him to stay there.

In fact, Wang Jiuling could see through Li Daoxuan's thoughts, but he didn't say anything and chose to agree.

For Li Daoxuan, this might be a better choice.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Wang Jiuling and his party embarked on their journey.

He was with Cheng Ying, Ma Guangzuo, Gongsun Lüe, Li Daoxuan, Lu Qingdu, and several other Quanzhen disciples.

Yang Guo followed, but he still couldn't find Xiaolongnü.

The group traveled south from Zhongnan Mountain, and the legendary life of Master Qingyang truly began from this moment.

...

The group was gone for two or three months.

During this time, the group traveled south to conduct on-site investigations of the Taoist situation in the south, preparing for the southward migration of the Quanzhen School. Along the way, with the help of Beggars' Sect disciples, they inquired about Xiaolongnu.

However, they still couldn't find any trace of the other party, which made Yang Guo both anxious and helpless.

On this day, on Liangzhe East Road, on the mountain road of Tiantai Mountain.

"Brother Yang, don't worry! We'll go back to Xiangyang and look for her again! I reckon she hasn't gone far!"

Along the way, Ma Guangzuo and Yang Guo became good friends, and at this moment he is comforting Yang Guo.

Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying exchanged a glance, their eyes also filled with helplessness.

"Once we return to Xiangyang from Tiantai Mountain, we'll have your Aunt Guo ask the Beggars' Sect disciples to search the area around Xiangyang again."

Yang Guo forced a smile. "Master, I know we can't rush things. We've basically ruled out all the towns along the way, the search area is getting smaller and smaller, we'll find it eventually!"

Wang Jiuling nodded and patted him on the shoulder.

By this time, they had arrived at their destination, where a Taoist temple stood before them.

It is called "Tongbai Chongdao Temple".

Wang Jiuling knocked on the door.

Beside him, Ma Guangzuo looked around and saw that the mountain gate was tightly closed, obviously indicating that the temple was not being worshipped.

"Qingyangzi, if you want to preach and discuss the Dao, why not go to a place with flourishing incense offerings like Longhu Mountain or Maoshan Mountain? Why insist on coming to this desolate place?"

"There isn't even a single Taoist boy to guard the mountain!"

Li Daoxuan walked over; his legs were now fully healed, and he explained with a smile.

"This Chongdao Temple in Tongbai, Tiantai Mountain, is also one of the schools of my Taoist practice of internal alchemy."

"It belongs to the Golden Elixir School, and it has some connection with the Quanzhen School."

Ma Guangzuo nodded, and Yang Guo, who was standing to the side, suddenly realized. "Cultivating inner alchemy? I remember my master once told me about it."

"The most important thing for my Quanzhen School is actually the inheritance of internal alchemy. So isn't the Golden Elixir School one family with our Quanzhen School?"

"That makes us closer, which will make things easier."

Wang Jiuling nodded and turned to look at Yang Guo.

"In terms of origin, that is indeed the case, but my Quanzhen School was founded by Patriarch Chongyang. And the founder of the Southern Golden Elixir School was Master Ziyang, Zhang Boduan."

"Both of our schools venerate Master Lü and Master Zhengyang; we share the same origin but follow different paths." (Lü Dongbin and Zhongli Quan)

Wang Jiuling sighed softly.

"Over the past two months, I have been traveling in Jiangnan and observed that the Taoist sects in the south are all led by the Zhengyi sect, as well as the Shangqing sect and the Lingbao sect."

They are skilled in talismans and rituals, but their practice is not the same as ours.

"Religious heritage is of great importance. If our Quanzhen School wants to move south, we need a middleman to act as a bridge."

Wang Jiuling pointed to the gate of the Chongdao Temple in Tongbai. "You can try the Golden Elixir Sect."

As he spoke, Wang Jiuling suddenly twitched his ears and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Soon, the gate of the Taoist temple opened, and a young Taoist boy came out, looking Wang Jiuling and the others up and down.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling was dressed as an ordinary Taoist priest, he simply waved his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, your timing is unfortunate. There are religious ceremonies at the temple today, so we are unable to receive you!"

"Hey! I mean, you don't even ask who we are?" Ma Guangzuo had never seen such an arrogant Taoist temple. He wanted to argue with them, but the young Taoist ignored him completely.

He glanced at Ma Guangzuo. "Go to another Taoist temple to burn incense!"

Then they immediately closed the door.

"Huh?" Ma Guangzuo had just stepped forward and was still by the door when the Taoist boy suddenly closed the door, and the door panel was about to slam down on Ma Guangzuo's face.

Snapped!

The next second, Wang Jiuling's hand landed on the door. With just a slight movement, the gate of the Taoist temple seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder.

The young Taoist priest felt the door was stuck. He tried to force it, but it was no use.

He simply used his shoulder to brace against the door and grimaced as he pushed it open.

His face turned red, and he used all his strength, but the door didn't budge.

The young Taoist priest, his face flushed and panting, peeked out to look.

But they discovered that it wasn't stuck there; it was clearly the Taoist priest's hand that was holding it in place.

"You? How do you have such strength?"

Just as Wang Jiuling was about to speak, a voice came from inside the Taoist temple.

"Why make things difficult for this young monk when you've come to visit?"