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

The death of the prime minister of the dynasty was destined to stir up a huge wave throughout the Song Dynasty.

But all of this had little to do with Wang Jiuling anymore.

After meeting up with Cheng Ying and the others, Wang Jiuling embarked on his journey back to Xiangyang City.

When Wang Jiuling returned to Xiangyang, there were less than half a month left before he was to go to the Mongol camp.

Now the whole world knows about this, and people in the martial arts world are talking about it. Even in teahouses on the street, people are discussing it.

Guo Mansion.

Guo Jing showed Wang Jiuling some letters, all from people in the martial arts world who admired Wang Jiuling and were willing to lend him a hand.

Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and there is never a shortage of righteous men like these.

Wang Jiuling looked at the letters but shook his head with a wry smile.

This time, Wang Jiuling doesn't plan to bring any of his own people, let alone these chivalrous heroes.

He is safest when he is alone; bringing others with him would only be a burden.

Looking across the martial arts world, who can say that their martial arts skills are superior to his current level?

Guo Jing was genuinely worried about Wang Jiuling. He knew Wang Jiuling had to go and couldn't stop him.

But after learning in private that Wang Jiuling's internal energy was insufficient in order to save people, he insisted on pulling Wang Jiuling aside and using his own internal energy to help him regulate his meridians.

"Brother, you don't need to be like this. What I've actually lost is my innate essence, but it can be recovered quickly. It's not a big deal."

The internal energy of others is of little help to Wang Jiuling now.

He didn't need it, but Guo Jing was too worried about him.

In the room, Wang Jiuling looked at Guo Jing, who had been practicing his internal energy all night and looked exhausted, and felt somewhat moved.

Guo Jing shook his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Second brother, your journey to the Mongol camp is fraught with danger. Even if I could only speed up the recovery of your inner energy by one day, it would reduce the danger!"

"Alas! It's a pity that we've spotted quite a few Mongol spies near Xiangyang these past few days, so I need to stay behind."

Guo Jing sighed; he really wanted to go with Wang Jiuling.

"Brother, don't worry! I'm confident!"

Wang Jiuling's concern was not whether he could return alive. After mastering his innate skill, he was not afraid to even venture into the Mongol camp alone.

Even if he is not at his peak right now.

What Wang Jiuling was really worried about was that if his true energy ran out, he could walk, but it wouldn't be easy. Wang Jiuling didn't want to look embarrassed in front of everyone.

In Song territory, he could disregard his reputation, even when Li Mochou was chasing and beating him.

But going to the Mongolian camp, especially in such a situation that has attracted worldwide attention.

That won't do. He represents more than just himself. If he flees in a sorry state, the Quanzhen School will lose face in the south.

People will say, "He escaped from the Mongol camp in such a sorry state, how powerful could he be?"

Wang Jiuling wanted to go to the Mongol camp, and he also wanted to save face.

Wang Jiuling lamented that if Kublai Khan had given him a month to recover after he went to the Mongol camp, that would have been wonderful.

When his power is fully restored, he will be able to unleash the Nine Yang Divine Skill with his perfected Innate Skill, and the army will be unable to stop him.

But that's impossible. Kublai Khan isn't stupid. He'd probably think that if he went there, it would be a bloodbath from beginning to end.

"What should we do?" Wang Jiuling sighed.

...

"We must absolutely not resort to violence!"

In the Mongol camp, Kublai Khan waved his hand, his face resolute.

Beside him, Kuo Duan glared and said, "Even if you want to subdue Qing Yangzi, you should do it primarily with force!"

Kuo Duan narrowed his eyes: "If he dares to come, attack him directly! If he resists, kill him!"

Kublai Khan shook his head: "No! Koduan, you don't understand these Song people at all! You can't subdue someone like Qingyangzi by force!"

"We must absolutely avoid resorting to violence! We need to treat him with sincerity! Winning his heart is the best strategy!"

Wang Jiuling is coming soon. Kublai Khan was overjoyed when Wang Jiuling announced his arrival through the Beggars' Sect.

He had been preparing, determined to keep Wang Jiuling.

Kuo Duan suddenly stood up, pointing outside the door: "But didn't you go too far? Preparing his residence meticulously for half a month in advance?"

Kublai Khan shook his head: "The Song people's culture is different from ours; we need to prepare in advance!"

Kuo Duan spread his hands: "Then why are you collecting beautiful women like this? Are you afraid he won't enjoy it??"

Kublai Khan remained unmoved: "Just some women. If we can use them to keep him, it will be extremely profitable."

Köden was speechless for a moment. He pointed at Kublai Khan in anger, his chest heaving: "You! Kublai Khan! I think you've really gone mad!!"

After saying that, he snorted coldly and left.

Kublai Khan narrowed his eyes as he watched Khoduan's retreating figure.

What does Kuoduan know? He has no idea how much benefit subduing Wang Jiuling will bring them!

Imagine what it would be like if, during the siege, he gave the order and Wang Jiuling flew up to the top of Xiangyang City.

What would have happened if that palm strike that almost killed him had landed on Guo Jing?

The morale of the army in Xiangyang collapsed on the spot.

Thinking of this, Kublai Khan took out the long sword with the dull blade again, which he polished until it shone brightly.

"Come quickly! I'm waiting for you!"

...

Outside Xiangyang City, in a bamboo forest.

Two figures faced each other.

Those were Wang Jiuling and Hong Qigong. It turned out that Hong Qigong had returned today.

At this moment, Hong Qigong looked at Wang Jiuling in front of him.

"Jing'er can't dissuade you, so this old beggar won't say much, but... I still need to test your martial arts skills!"

Hong Qigong remembered that when he last fought Wang Jiuling, Wang Jiuling's martial arts were not as good as his.

Hong Qigong knew that it would be too dangerous to go to the Mongol camp with that kind of martial arts skill.

I heard that Wang Jiuling defeated Ouyang Feng a while ago, but Hong Qigong felt that this did not prove that Wang Jiuling's martial arts were that high.

After all, these old men are getting old.

Even Hong Qigong often feels that his energy is not as good as before, not to mention Ouyang Feng, who has already suffered physical damage from practicing the Nine Yin Manual in reverse.

Wang Jiuling was a junior whom Hong Qigong favored, and now that he had become sworn brothers with Guo Jing, Hong Qigong could not stand idly by.

"If you can't even beat an old beggar like me, then going to the Mongol camp is a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!"

Hong Qigong couldn't help but worry when he recalled Wang Jiuling's confidence when he talked about this trip.

He feared that if Wang Jiuling became too arrogant, he might lose his life in the process.

That was a Mongolian camp, not a market where you could come and go as you pleased.

Wang Jiuling smiled. He knew Hong Qigong meant well and thought he was stubborn, so he wanted to use facts to tell him not to be too careless.

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in greeting: "I understand your kindness, Seventh Master, but I am still somewhat confident."

Hong Qigong raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? Then come and spar with this old beggar, and see if you have the confidence to face the Mongol army!"

Hong Qigong is all ready.

If Wang Jiuling cannot defeat him, he will tell Wang Jiuling:

"Normally it's fine, but once the Mongols are fully prepared, even I, an old beggar, wouldn't be confident of leaving the Mongol camp!"