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

His forehead veins bulged and his face flushed red.

Wang Jiuling released his grip, and Shi Songzhi fell to the ground, clutching his head and convulsing.

Wang Jiuling stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Shi Songzhi. This was the best solution he could think of.

He channeled his inner energy into Shi Songzhi's head, directly blocking the blood vessels and meridians in his brain, causing him to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage and die from a burst blood vessel.

Even if you cut open Shi Songzhi's head and break his brain into pieces to study it bit by bit, you won't get any results.

This bastard's reputation will never be good. If he dies like this, people will just say it's divine retribution.

Shi Songzhi felt that most of his body was numb, and his mouth was open, with saliva constantly flowing out.

His face was chafed raw from being pressed against the ground, and he could only whimper.

Even now, he still doesn't understand. He thinks Wang Jiuling is completely insane, daring to come to Lin'an to kill him.

He had clearly been persuaded just now, but then he turned around and tried to kill him. What was he doing?

But Shi Songzhi had no time to think about these things.

He convulsed on the ground, then gradually fell silent.

Wang Jiuling stepped over Shi Songzhi's corpse, his Taoist robe sweeping across it. Shi Songzhi's eyes remained open, his death unresolved.

Wang Jiuling left the study and closed the door behind him.

The night was as dark as ink. Wang Jiuling ignored the others in the mansion and left directly.

Even the soldiers guarding outside didn't notice.

Until the next morning.

"ah!!!"

The servants' screams threw the entire mansion into chaos, and soldiers rushed in. Only then did everyone discover Shi Songzhi's lifeless body in the study.

The news was immediately blocked and quickly relayed to the palace.

"What??"

Inside the palace, Zhao Yun looked at the document in his hand.

"Dead?! When did he die?"

The attendant beside him answered in a low voice, "Your Majesty, according to the coroner's report, the cause of death was a stroke, likely around midnight last night."

Yes, when the people from the Dali Temple arrived, they found Shi Songzhi's corpse on the ground with a crooked mouth and drool all over it.

In this era, cerebral hemorrhage is also classified as stroke.

Thus, this intelligence ended up in Zhao Yun's hands.

Zhao Yun was dumbfounded. What was this? He had just issued an edict yesterday to spare Shi Songzhi, and Shi Songzhi should have left Lin'an this morning.

But he died at that very moment, from a stroke.

Zhao Yun's expression turned cold, and his first suspect was Shi Songzhi's political enemy.

"Can you determine the cause of death?"

The attendant beside him nodded. "Your Majesty, according to the investigation by the Court of Judicial Review, the result is indeed a stroke!"

The Dali Temple handled the matter quickly. After examining the body, they speculated that Shi Songzhi was unable to accept being dismissed from office, and in a moment of anger and shock, he suffered a stroke.

Zhao Yun threw the document in his hand to the ground. His face was very ugly. The names of his ministers flashed through his mind, especially Shi Songzhi's political enemies.

But the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off. Who would do that?

Shi Songzhi has already been dismissed from office, so he is no longer a great threat to his political enemies. Even if they want to kill him, they can wait until he returns to his hometown and then find a way to kill him.

Would they really be so eager to kill someone in Lin'an? That's unlikely.

Is it really just a coincidence?

"Go and summon Liu Hanbi! And also..."

"Send them to the palace immediately!"

……

The news of Shi Song's death could not be kept secret and quickly spread throughout Lin'an City.

This immediately drew everyone's attention.

Just as Wang Jiuling had guessed, everyone was spreading rumors that Shi Songzhi was disloyal, unfilial, and unjust, even poisoning his own nephew, which angered the heavens.

This is divine retribution, and Shi Song has only himself to blame.

Wang Jiuling achieved his goal.

Shi Song is dead, yet he is still being gossiped about behind his back, and the gossip is even more vicious.

The imperial edict initially made everyone wonder if there was a hidden story behind Shi Jingqing's poisoning.

It's now confirmed.

If Shi Songzhi hadn't actually done that, how could he have suffered such retribution?

In a private room at the teahouse, Wang Jiuling and Shi Jingqing were drinking tea.

The two are now very popular figures, credited with exposing powerful officials.

Shi Jingqing, in particular, earned an excellent reputation for his act of putting righteousness before family.

Wang Jiuling was the same; his story of helping those in need had spread throughout Lin'an.

He didn't need to do it himself at all.

Those who dislike Shi Songzhi will actively help him become famous.

Again:

They're capable of anything to kill Shi Songzhi.

It was just something I did on a whim.

Nowadays, Wang Jiuling cannot appear on the streets of Lin'an, otherwise someone will invite him to have tea and visit him.

"My uncle's character is truly..."

Shi Jingqing listened to the people passing by downstairs discussing how good it was that Shi Song had died, and couldn't help but sigh.

"By the way, Brother Wang, didn't you say you had good news for me today?" Shi Jingqing suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

Wang Jiuling shrugged. "Didn't you hear everything?"

Shi Jingqing didn't react for a moment. Wang Jiuling hadn't told him about his murder in the middle of the night, so Shi Jingqing just thought that Shi Songzhi was truly destined to die.

Looking into Wang Jiuling's eyes and listening to the discussions downstairs, he realized what was going on.

"Brother! It's you..."

"Shh!" Wang Jiuling raised a finger, and Shi Jingqing quickly covered her mouth before letting out a soft gasp:

"Brother Wang! Did you really do it?! I thought my uncle had suddenly died, saving you the trouble!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and nodded. "I keep my word!"

"Brother Shi, I won't hide this from you. Shi Songzhi is your uncle after all; you won't blame me, will you?"

Shi Jingqing simply shook his head and waved his hand.

"Brother Wang, even if you don't take action, if he returns home safely, I'll go after him sooner or later!"

"He is a disgrace to our family of historians!"

Upon hearing this and seeing Shi Jingqing's angry expression, Wang Jiuling smiled and shook his head.

It makes one realize that one should never go too far in life; if you offend everyone, things will get really difficult.

Shi Jingqing looked out the window, a glint in his eyes.

"Brother Wang! With your help, I have accomplished something great! From now on, I will continue to uphold my principles!"

People like Shi Jingqing are not afraid of death, as long as there is propriety, law, and justice.

Wang Jiuling, however, planned to leave Lin'an, as the day he was to go to the Mongol camp was fast approaching.

He needs to return to Xiangyang, and then set off from there.

Upon learning that Wang Jiuling was leaving, Shi Jingqing confidently assured him, "Brother Wang, you can leave without worry!"

"If you wish to preach the gospel then, I will do everything in my power to help you!"

Wang Jiuling was surprised to receive such help after rescuing Shi Jingqing, which made him feel lucky.

He has already gained a lot of support and is just waiting to take the final step.

Lin'an was indeed prosperous, and Wang Jiuling gained fame, but he did not linger there. That afternoon, he chose to leave Lin'an alone and head towards Xiangyang.

Just like Wang Chongyang back then, who traveled all over the world to establish the Quanzhen School, becoming famous throughout the land.

Wang Jiuling is now following this path as well.

He may be gone, but his name remains in Lin'an, the most prosperous place in the Song Dynasty.

It will surely spread far and wide in the future.

Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?