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

Ma Yu's voice echoed in the palace, but Wang Chongyang did not respond. He had disappeared, leaving only a futon on the ground.

Soon, Qiu Chuji and the others arrived. "Master... Master is missing."

He's probably left!

The group looked at each other in bewilderment, only then noticing a booklet on the prayer mat.

Qiu Chuji picked it up and found that it was his master's notes. When he opened them, he saw that they had been confused about the Dao when he had taught them a few days ago.

It turned out that the teacher had written it down by hand.

Wang Chongyang left this thing behind, but then disappeared. Moreover, they found a sentence left by Wang Chongyang at the end of the booklet.

"Don't think of me."

Ma Yu and the others knew all too well what this meant.

"This...this..."

Inside Chongyang Palace, all was quiet, and the six people were at a loss for what to do.

Ma Yu's hand holding the booklet trembled slightly. He staggered back a step, but Wang Chuyi caught him. "Senior brother, how are you?"

Ma Yu raised her hand and shook her head.

"It's nothing! I'm fine..." Ma Yu said he was fine, but his trembling hands betrayed his true feelings.

"Master..." Ma Yu knelt down in front of the prayer mat, and Qiu Chuji and the others also knelt down one after another.

"Master! Your disciples will remember your teachings! But you..."

Even Qiu Chuji couldn't help but shed tears.

No one could understand the feelings of the six of them at that moment.

My master has been gone for decades, and my grief has finally subsided, but now he has left again.

This is an indescribable sorrow.

At this moment, it seemed as if the last bit of life had been drained from Ma Danyang, Wang Chongyang's favorite disciple back then.

He knelt before the prayer mat, barely able to get up.

Perhaps it's because I'm getting old.

Or perhaps his heart has grown old.

But the Quanzhen School still needs Ma Yu; he cannot fall.

Zhen Zhibing had just finished dealing with the affairs of Quanzhen when he was summoned to Chongyang Palace.

Inside Chongyang Palace, Ma Yu was waiting for Zhen Zhibing.

Upon meeting, Zhen Zhibing noticed that Ma Yu was not in a good condition; his eyelids were drooping and he looked very tired.

But it was early morning, which should be the time of day when people are most energetic.

"Zhen Zhi is here. Sit down." Ma Yu's voice was incredibly old. Zhen Zhi felt as if he almost didn't recognize Ma Yu after not seeing her for half a month.

Ma Yu asked Zhen Zhibing to sit down and then asked him about the recent situation of the Quanzhen Sect, mainly to see how Zhen Zhibing was handling various matters.

Zhen Zhibing told Ma Yu everything in detail, and of course there were some shortcomings, which Ma Yu pointed out to him on the spot.

However, Ma Yu smiled and encouraged him when there were any merits to his points.

"You must remember that virtue is of utmost importance; diligently cultivate the Way, and never harbor any desire for personal gain!"

Zhen Zhibing nodded, assuring that he would definitely do it.

Ma Yu noticed Zhen Zhibing's dark circles and couldn't help but sigh. "We should have handed over this important responsibility of sect leader to you long ago."

"I was just always worried and couldn't let it go, but after all the fuss, I ended up leaving you with a huge mess."

Ma Yu still had other fellow disciples who were of one mind and helped him together.

However, Zhen Zhibing had very few truly reliable third-generation disciples.

If it weren't for Wang Jiuling, the dynasty would have truly faded away.

In fact, the person Ma Yu felt most guilty towards was Wang Jiuling. These old guys couldn't compare to Wang Jiuling in terms of martial arts skills, and they might not be able to compare in terms of mental state either.

He hasn't been able to help Wang Jiuling much over the years, and now he has to go down the mountain alone to spread the teachings.

Sometimes when I think about it, I feel so embarrassed that my face turns red.

At this moment, seeing Ma Yu's dejected appearance, Zhen Zhibing couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle-Master, what about your health?"

He could tell that Ma Yu wasn't feeling well. "This disciple will go down the mountain shortly to fetch the best doctor!"

Ma Yu shook her head. "No need...no need. I'm already this old. Everyone gets old eventually."

"But you mustn't tell the other disciples about this..."

Ma Yu also sighed. Wang Jiuling went down the mountain to spread the Tao, but could only do so under the pretext of being punished.

In fact, this was a tacit plan among them.

The Mongols were keeping a close eye on the Quanzhen School. If the Quanzhen School openly prepared to migrate south, they would be capable of anything if they pushed the Mongols too far.

Wang Jiuling saw things clearly and took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility, but most people in Quanzhen Sect were unaware of the reason behind it.

I thought it was just an ordinary descent down the mountain.

"Although your junior brother doesn't care about gossip or what other disciples say, we can't ignore it. You need to keep them in check."

"Uncle-Master! I will!" Zhen Zhibing replied earnestly, his eyes reddening as he suppressed his inner turmoil.

He's the sect leader now; he can't just shed tears.

"Go on... If there's nothing else, you don't need to come looking for me." Ma Yu told Zhen Zhibing to leave.

Zhen Zhibing left Chongyang Palace with a heavy heart, as Ma Yu's health gave him a very bad feeling.

Just then, a disciple came to report that the Mongol envoys had arrived.

Zhen Zhibing sighed, suppressed his emotions, and arranged for his disciple to go and pick him up.

Although he was called an envoy, he was actually a Han Chinese official named Li Sanping.

His arrival brought Zhen Zhibing bad news that he absolutely did not want to hear.

Starting in the second half of this year, the Mongolian royal court will increase taxes by another 10% on the Quanzhen School's properties in the northern territory.

At the same time, Li Sanping also told Zhen Zhibing that Zhen Zhibing had become the new leader of the Quanzhen School, and the Mongols wanted to congratulate him.

This so-called congratulations was just an attempt to get Zhen Zhibing to accept their investiture.

"Sect Leader Zhen, if you accept the title, I can go back and discuss the tax increase with my superiors."

Seeing that Zhen Zhibing remained silent, Li Sanping smiled. "We are both Han Chinese, so I'll tell you some things from my heart."

"The north is ultimately the domain of the Mongols. Your Quanzhen Sect has protected the people and won their hearts, but that is not enough to give you the confidence to oppose the Mongols!"

"Even if the Mongols, concerned about the consequences, don't send troops to annihilate you, they still have a hundred ways to make sure you can't survive!"

You'd better think this through!

The Mongols don't have much patience!

He smiled and looked at Zhen Zhibing. "When my father was still alive, he often came to Zhongnan Mountain to burn incense. I don't dislike the Quanzhen School; I'm just kindly reminding you."

At this moment, Zhen Zhibing stood up.

"I think there's no need for such an investiture!"

Upon hearing this, Li Sanping sneered and stared at Zhen Zhibing, trying to discern the signs of exhaustion in Zhen Zhibing's eyes.

But Zhen Zhibing showed him no respect whatsoever. "Someone, show him out!"

Li Sanping's smile vanished, and he turned to leave. "Sect Leader Zhen has good backbone. Then I won't keep you any longer, but I still want to remind you, you'd better think it over carefully!"

Otherwise, it won't be me coming next time!

Li Sanping left.

But this corrupt official was truly inhuman; he brought a large group of officials to Quanzhen, and Quanzhen could only arrange for them to rest.

But these people took the opportunity to spread rumors.

Not long after Li Sanping left Zhongnan Mountain, rumors began to circulate again within the Quanzhen School.

It is said that the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were already terminally ill and would not live much longer.

There were even rumors that Ma Yu had passed away.

This was originally malicious slander intended to make the Quanzhen Sect feel threatened, but now Ma Yu and others have long since stopped interfering and haven't even shown their faces for a long time.

Even if the rumor was completely false, it still caused great concern among the Quanzhen disciples.

Especially some fourth-generation disciples with shallow roots, and some lay disciples, do not have a strong sense of belonging to the Quanzhen School.

They were the ones who gossiped the most.

"What a bastard! Junior Brother Master, give the order! Let me lead the disciples down the mountain to stop them!"

I want him to never leave the Zhongnan Mountains!

At this moment, Zhen Zhibing was not thinking about revenge, but rather that the rumors were spreading far too fast.

The speed is abnormally fast, which clearly indicates an internal problem, with some shady characters emerging.

Zhen Zhibing was under too much pressure and was really pushed to the limit. He gritted his teeth and squinted at the distance.

"Hmph! You think you can cause trouble now that your junior brother, the sword-wielding elder, is gone?"