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

The group was discussing something when they suddenly felt a darkness above them. When they looked up, they were startled to find Wang Jiuling standing right in front of them.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Jiuling smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and spoke softly.

"Gentlemen, I am quite interested in the story you have told me about Shi Jingqing. May I ask you some questions?"

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes darting around warily.

Although Shi Songzhi is in some trouble now, discussing the current prime minister in such a place could cause problems if he gets caught.

"We don't know, we don't understand what you're talking about!"

Wang Jiuling didn't hesitate and took out a piece of silver and placed it on the table.

"The three of you need not be so cautious. If I had any ill intentions, I could have simply reported it to the authorities. Why would I have come to you? I was just a little curious."

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. Seeing that the three were still hesitating, Wang Jiuling simply took out a large ingot of silver.

Wang Jiuling pinched his fingers, leaving a fingerprint on the silver ingot, and then slammed the ingot onto the table.

Whether these silver ingots belong to you or not depends on whether you are willing to discuss it.

The silver ingots were placed on the table, gleaming so brightly they almost blinded the three of them!

Ultimately, after weighing the pros and cons, the three decided to take the risk. They weren't after money; they were after justice.

The person who knew the inside information was named Li Xiaoer, and he began to recount his story.

It turns out that Li Xiaoer and Shi Jingqing had no connection whatsoever; he learned about this matter half a month ago in Qingyuan Prefecture.

That day, while drinking, I met a scholar who was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Li Xiaoer noticed that the man's jade pendant was unusual, so he went to strike up a conversation.

At first, the man didn't talk to him, but after drinking too much, he started complaining.

It is said that his good friend Shi Jingqing, also known as Brother Shi, was to be poisoned to death for reporting and exposing Shi Songzhi.

Shi Jingqing's page risked his life to deliver Shi Jingqing's letter to him.

They hoped he would save people, but he was powerless to do so.

They didn't even dare to tell anyone, and could only blame themselves and feel miserable in their hearts.

"When the letter reached me, there was only half left, and it was still stained with blood!"

I'm scared, I dare not! I can only drown my sorrows in alcohol, sob sob!

The scholar eventually got completely drunk, only mentioning Cuiyun Villa before falling asleep.

Li Xiaoer knew this was big news, but he didn't dare to spread it around. He only mentioned it as a topic of conversation while drinking tea today, never expecting that Wang Jiuling would overhear it.

At this moment, Cheng Ying and the others came over and listened to Wang Jiuling recount what had happened.

"Brother Wang, what are you planning to do?"

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment and said, "Brother Shi is my good friend. His righteousness is admirable."

He's in danger now, I have to go save him.

Wang Jiuling immediately decided to set off for Qingyuan Prefecture to rescue the people.

Fate is a mysterious thing; soon, Wang Jiuling would be thanking himself for making such a decision...

A few days later, in Qingyuan Prefecture.

Inside the Cuiyun Mountain Villa in the suburbs.

With a clatter, the butler placed a stack of papers on the stone table, holding a tray with a bowl of medicine in it.

The butler looked at the stack of papers, then at Shi Jingqing in front of him.

"Young master, why are you doing this? That Qingyang Zhenren is not related to you at all. You can't even take care of yourself now, and you still risk sending a message?"

The Grand Secretary was very disappointed.

At this moment, Shi Jingqing sat on the stone bench opposite him, his face terribly pale.

He coughed twice, opened his eyes, and looked at the stack of papers that the butler had brought back. Pain and despair flashed in his eyes.

He has been under house arrest at Cuiyun Manor for many days and cannot even send messages out.

"Where is my page? Where is he?" Shi Jingqing stared at the steward, his eyes bloodshot.

"Young master, I am just a steward and know nothing. You should drink the medicine as soon as possible."

The young master has been unwell for some time, and the Grand Secretary is very worried. He instructed me to personally watch the young master drink his medicine.

Shi Jingqing turned to look at the bowl of dark medicine, his hands trembling.

He grabbed the bowl and smashed it on the ground with a bang.

Upon seeing this, the butler made no other comment, only glancing back at the servant beside him, who lowered his head and turned to leave.

Before long, another bowl of medicine was brought back, and the steward placed the bowl in front of Shi Jingqing.

"Young master, please drink it while it's hot, so the medicine will be more effective. The Grand Secretary instructed me to do so."

"I'm asking you, where is he? Did you kill him?!" Shi Jingqing stood up, panting, and glared at the butler.

The butler simply kept his head down.

"Young master, please don't make things difficult for me. I have received orders from the Grand Secretary. You should drink your medicine quickly."

Shi Jingqing stood up angrily, grabbed the butler by the collar, and punched him in the face.

The butler stumbled, but quickly straightened up and stood up again.

After Shi Jingqing threw the punch, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Why aren't you helping the young master up?"

The steward ordered his servants to help Shi Jingqing up, but no matter how much Shi Jingqing struggled and threw himself down, it was no use.

Shi Jingqing was so anxious that a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

Finally, he slumped back onto the stone bench, giving up the struggle.

"Young master, please take your medicine!" The steward took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his nose, remaining respectful as ever.

Shi Jingqing, with trembling hands, picked up the bowl and brought it to his lips.

Gudu Gudu!

He drank the entire bowl of medicine in one gulp, then threw the bowl on the ground.

The butler put away the handkerchief and gestured to the servants to clean up the broken bowls on the floor.

"Young master is unwell, you should go back to your room and rest early. I will take my leave now."

The butler bowed.

He took two steps back, then stopped and spoke softly, "Young Master, perhaps you should soften your stance with the Grand Secretary... maybe..."

"roll!"

"Cough cough! Get lost!!"

"Even if I die, I will never be so spineless! Get out!"

Shi Jingqing weakly cursed, interrupting the steward.

The steward and his servants withdrew, leaving Shi Jingqing alone in the pavilion.

"I'm so useless... I'm so useless!"

Shi Jingqing held his head in his hands, looking at the surrounding scenery. This villa was his prison.

The area outside was swarming with Shi Songzhi's men, and he was too weak from taking a slow-acting poison to escape.

Shi Jingqing roared hysterically, but he was all alone, and no one could hear him.

The people here all know he's waiting to die here, and they can't be bothered to come and see him go crazy.

Shi Jingqing calmed down and grabbed the paper on the table.

There was blood on the paper, which must have been from his pageboy.

Before he was placed under house arrest, he overheard his uncle Shi Songzhi's conversation.

Shi Songzhi was furious in his room at the time.

It turned out that Shi Songzhi's father had been seriously ill for a long time, and Shi Songzhi knew that if his father died, it would affect his position as prime minister.

This guy was quite superstitious. When the doctors couldn't save his father, he sent Wu Yong to Mount Tiantai to refine elixirs in an attempt to prolong his father's life.

As a result, Wu Yong disappeared and did not return until Shi Songzhi's father died, which almost made Shi Songzhi die of anger.

It wasn't until several days later that Shi Songzhi received the news that Wang Jiuling had killed Wu Yong.

Now, Shi Songzhi realized that if it weren't for Wang Jiuling, Wu Yong would have been able to bring back the elixir to save his father.

Now that his father has died, by the time he returns home to observe three years of mourning before going back to court, it will be too late.

Shi Songzhi was not only superstitious, but also extremely petty. He felt that Wang Jiuling had ruined his career.

In a fit of anger, he wanted to send his best bodyguard to assassinate Wang Jiuling.

As a result, Shi Jingqing overheard the conversation.

After discovering Shi Jingqing outside the door, Shi Songzhi, who already harbored murderous intent towards Shi Jingqing, was now even more determined to kill him.

Shi Songzhi only imprisoned him and used a slow-acting poison to kill him because he didn't want to be remembered as the murderer of his nephew.

Shi Jingqing's page was loyal, so Shi Jingqing let him sneak out to deliver a message to his friend.

While explaining his situation, he asked Wang Jiuling to help him deliver a letter to warn Wang Jiuling to be on guard.

He just hadn't expected that, now that the letter hadn't been delivered, his page would probably...

Shi Jingqing closed his eyes; his face was terribly pale from the poisoning.

Suddenly, he looked up at the villa's wall.

The wall was too high, and behind it was a steep hillside; climbing over it would be suicide.

But given his condition, there's no way he could get out through the main entrance.

Shi Jingqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared intently at the dead end.

"Even if I die, I want to die outside!"

"Anyway, I'm already deeply poisoned, so now I can only wait to die here."

"Perhaps before I die, I should find a way to remind my brother!"

"It's just a pity that although we hit it off immediately upon first meeting, it may only be that one encounter."