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

Wang Zhongli frowned slightly.

Wang Jiuling was to be the "spokesperson" for the Dharma assembly.

This means that if things really come to fruition and Wang Jiuling succeeds in spreading his teachings, and all the alchemists in the world gather together, the Quanzhen School will be the main force, with the Jindan School as the secondary force.

But he quickly laughed.

"This opportunity was brought to you by you, fellow Daoist. No one else can go to the Mongol camp but you. You are qualified!"

"However, I need to prepare. Come find me in a month, and I'll give you my answer!"

Wang Jiuling smiled. "This humble Taoist awaits your good news."

The two men clasped their hands and made a pact.

Looking at Wang Jiuling's calm and composed eyes, Wang Zhongli sighed inwardly.

Fellow Daoist Qingyang is about to venture into the Mongol camp and face great danger, but judging from his eyes, it's as if he's going on a spring outing.

I hope he really can come back.

...

Early the next morning, Wang Jiuling and his companions left Tiantai Mountain and headed towards Xiangyang City.

Wang Jiuling wanted to go back to seek help from Guo Jing and Huang Rong, so that the Beggars' Sect, with its widespread influence, could help him gain momentum.

Yang Guo also planned to return to the vicinity of Xiangyang to find Xiaolongnü.

Along the way, just as Wang Jiuling had predicted, news began to circulate that Kublai Khan had invited him to a banquet.

The group soon arrived in Xiangyang City.

Guo Jing is not in Xiangyang today; he went to Fancheng for military affairs, but Ke Zhen'e has come to Xiangyang.

The birth of Guo Xiang and Guo Polu brought Ke Zhen'e great joy, and he specially came from Peach Blossom Island to Xiangyang to see the children.

Guo Mansion.

Wang Jiuling sat down with Cheng Ying and Huang Rong.

"My dear brother, your elder brother and I have recently heard rumors in Xiangyang that Kublai Khan has invited you to a banquet."

Your elder brother and I suspected something was amiss. A few days ago, we even sent a Beggars' Sect disciple to deliver a message to the Quanzhen Sect. We never expected you to arrive in Xiangyang today.

Huang Rong thought about the recent rumors and began to speak.

Wang Jiuling on the other side nodded.

"Sister-in-law, that's why I came to Xiangyang today."

He told Huang Rong that he needed the Beggars' Sect's help. Huang Rong was surprised, but quickly frowned.

"Kublai Khan's plan is an open scheme; if you go, it might be a trap!"

"That is the Mongol camp. Kublai Khan is a man of great skill. I know you are not afraid of ordinary experts, but if you encounter the Mongol army, that would be dangerous."

Huang Rong succinctly revealed the key point.

"He already knew of your exceptional martial arts skills before the last time in Xiangyang. Since he invited you this time, he must be confident in his abilities."

Wang Jiuling nodded, but said he still wanted to go. In fact, Cheng Ying and the others had tried to persuade him along the way.

"Why must you take such a risk, my dear brother? Since Master Chongyang is still alive, I believe we can protect Zhongnan Mountain for the foreseeable future..."

Huang Rong paused as she spoke, noticing Wang Jiuling's serious expression.

"Master Chongyang..."

Huang Rong guessed what it was.

She didn't finish speaking, and Wang Jiuling didn't deny it.

In fact, on the western mountain peak that day, Wang Jiuling realized that his patriarch might really be about to pass away, otherwise he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to return to Zhongnan Mountain, and wouldn't have ignored everything.

Perfect...

When the patriarch's innate skill reached perfection, it meant that his life had come to an end.

The founder's martial arts skills may have been unfathomable, but ultimately he could not protect the Quanzhen Sect forever.

He sent Wang Jiuling down the mountain, but it was a move he had no other choice.

Most importantly, the headmaster Ma Yu's health is really bad, even compared to Qiu Chuji and Wang Jiuling's master Wang Chuyi.

I never realized it before, but when Wang Jiuling went back last time and saw Wang Chuyi's wrinkled face and his trembling hands, I knew they had really gotten old.

Then it suddenly dawned on them that they hadn't been down the mountain for the past year or two, and they were even too weak to participate in the Heroes' Gathering.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen are currently either in seclusion all day or staying at Chongyang Palace, and are mostly unable to manage the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect.

When I went back last time, Zhen Zhibing was extremely busy every day.

Therefore, Wang Jiuling had no time to pay attention to him and had to hurry down the mountain.

Among the younger generation, Wang Jiuling is actually the only one who has both prestige in the martial arts world and martial arts skills.

Only he had the ability to resolve the issue of the Quanzhen School's southward relocation.

If he fails to seize this opportunity, and the Quanzhen Sect is besieged by the Mongols, and its southward advance is blocked by the southern Taoist sects, then he really doesn't know what to do.

Wang Jiuling was under a lot of pressure.

However, he couldn't reveal these things to anyone, otherwise, before the Mongols even launched their attack, the hearts of the Quanzhen Sect members would be scattered.

"I should have stayed in Zhongnan Mountain to help my senior brother, the sect leader, to take charge of the overall situation, but now I have no choice but to go down the mountain."

Huang Rong nodded; she had figured everything out.

"Brother, I will have the Beggars' Sect do its best to help you."

Cheng Ying listened quietly to Wang Jiuling, who never raised his teacup. The tea had gone cold, so she silently replaced it with a new one.

At this moment, in the backyard of the Guo family mansion, Yang Guo was stroking the feathers of the Divine Condor.

After inquiring everywhere for the past two or three months without finding any trace of Xiaolongnü, Yang Guo decided to return to the valley, take the Divine Condor, and continue searching near Xiangyang.

(P.S.: Free-range chickens are too lame; in this book, the Condor Heroes can fly.)

Just then, a head suddenly peeked out from the top of the wall.

Yang Guo looked up, first stunned, then overjoyed.

Because that person was actually Ouyang Feng.

Ever since Wang Jiuling's battle with Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng has been missing, and Yang Guo has never been able to find him.

I was overjoyed to see it now.

Ouyang Feng leaped over the wall and happily hugged Yang Guo.

"Oh my! My good son! I saw your back from afar on the street and thought it was you. I didn't expect it to be you! Hahaha!"

Yang Guo was also moved to tears.

"Godfather! You..."

He was about to speak when his expression changed, and he quickly covered Ouyang Feng's mouth.

"Godfather! Keep your voice down! Don't let my master find out!"

This is the Guo residence, and besides, Yang Guo knows his master's personality.

He thought to himself that his master was intolerant of any dissent, and if his godfather were to see him, they would fight to the death today.

Yang Guo only remembered Wang Jiuling, but forgot about the other person.

At this moment, Ke Zhen'e, who had just coaxed Guo Xiang and Guo Polu, got up to leave.

He had just heard in the front yard that Wang Jiuling was going to storm the Mongol camp, but the two children suddenly started crying, so he went to comfort them first.

Now that the child has been calmed down, he wants to go back to find Wang Jiuling and tell him that the old blind man can provide help.

He had just taken a step when he heard a noise coming from the backyard.

Ke Zhen'e is blind, but his hearing is exceptionally sensitive.

He remembered Ouyang Feng's voice very clearly for the rest of his life.

"The old poisoner?!"

Ke Zhen'e grabbed the iron staff and headed straight for the door.

Yang Guo heard the door open behind him, turned around, and saw Ke Zhen'e with a murderous look on his face. He immediately knew something was wrong.

"Yang Guo? Is that the old poison master here?!"

Ke Zhen'e was blind, but he knew Yang Guo was there, so he immediately spoke.

Yang Guo panicked and immediately thought of telling a lie.

But Ouyang Feng, in his erratic state, suddenly pulled Yang Guo's hand away.

"Oh son! Why are you covering your father's mouth?"

This is really bad.

Ke Zhen'e tilted his head and twitched his ear.

"Well, that's quite the old poisoner!"

He moved his feet, grabbed the iron staff, and rushed towards Ouyang Feng's position.