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

"Brother Qingyang's martial arts are truly... astonishing!"

Yelü Qi felt that he had some talent in martial arts, but compared to Wang Jiuling, he was utterly ordinary.

Wang Jiuling was even younger than him.

Guo Fu skipped and hopped over to Hong Qigong. "Qigong, you're amazing! You beat Uncle!"

As she spoke, she raised an eyebrow and glanced in Yelü Yan's direction. Wang Jiuling looked at Guo Fu's childish appearance but didn't say anything. However, Hong Qigong raised an eyebrow, picked up the wine gourd at his waist, and took a sip.

"Fu'er, actually, I lost."

Everyone turned to look at Hong Qigong, surprised that he said it so frankly.

"Huh? Master Qi?" Guo Fu was completely bewildered. Hong Qigong stood with his hands behind his back. "A loss is a loss. Even an old beggar can afford to lose!"

He looked at Wang Jiuling. "You kid, I used to think you would become the next Central Divine."

But now I realize that you won't become the next someone else; you'll only become the first version of yourself.

Coming from Hong Qigong's mouth, these words were a very high compliment.

Hong Qigong walked ahead with his hands behind his back, and the others followed one after another back to the Guo Mansion in Xiangyang.

Guo Jing had just returned from his patrol and, upon learning that Wang Jiuling had defeated Hong Qigong, his expression relaxed considerably.

This is enough to prove that Wang Jiuling had a certain ability to protect himself on this trip.

"Sigh!" Looking at his outstanding second brother in front of him, Guo Jing couldn't help but think of Yang Guo again.

No one knows where Yang Guo went; he has never returned since he left last time.

Guo Jing's eyes were full of worry.

"I'm afraid he'll be led astray by Ouyang Feng!" Yang Guo had finally become the kind of person Guo Jing wanted him to be, and Guo Jing really didn't want to see the day when Yang Guo went astray.

"Brother, there's no need to worry. Yang Guo has a bottom line of good and evil in his heart. He knows what he should do and what he shouldn't do."

"He has always remembered our teachings."

...

Meanwhile, in a small town in Jiangnan, Ouyang Feng had been bedridden for many days.

Yang Guo stayed by his side and took care of him.

Ouyang Feng struggled to his feet, wrote down his last few words on a piece of scrap paper, and then tremblingly handed it to Yang Guo.

"Son, this is my martial arts! You must learn it, so you won't be bullied!"

Ouyang Feng was now even weaker and older, and after saying that, he lay back down on the bed.

Yang Guo clutched the scrap of paper, his eyes filled with tears. "Father, stop writing. You should rest now."

But as Ouyang Feng lay on the bed, listening to Yang Guo's words, his eyes no longer showed madness; instead, they gradually shone with light.

He remembered many things: Yang Kang, Ouyang Ke, and the people he had killed.

The sudden memory filled Ouyang Feng with terror, but when he grabbed Yang Guo's hand, he was no longer afraid.

"God has truly been kind to me. Knowing that I had regrets about losing my son, He sent you to my side."

If...if...sigh!

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo looked up and stared at Ouyang Feng in surprise.

Ouyang Feng's face showed no trace of confusion; he was simply smiling.

"Son!" Ouyang Feng called out softly as if recalling something, and Yang Guo quickly responded.

Ouyang Feng gripped his hand even tighter.

"Son, it's so good to have you with me!" he said, pursing his dry lips.

"Remember to practice your martial arts well from now on! Don't let others bully you!" he muttered, gesturing for Yang Guo to keep the straw paper safe and not lose it.

"Son, Dad is suddenly sleepy again and wants to go to sleep. You...you mustn't leave..."

Tears streamed down Yang Guo's face.

Ouyang Feng usually sleeps for a long time, but today seems to be different.

Yang Guo sensed something and shook Ouyang Feng's hand, but Ouyang Feng seemed unable to hear Yang Guo's voice or feel the shaking.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Ouyang Feng gripped Yang Guo's hand even tighter, along with the wad of toilet paper.

Even as Ouyang Feng's hands gradually cooled down and lost their warmth, Yang Guo remained by the bedside, unwilling to leave.

No one could truly understand Yang Guo's feelings. Since his mother Mu Nianci died, Ouyang Feng was the first person to treat Yang Guo well.

Yang Guo originally planned to take care of Ouyang Feng in his old age and see him off in his final days, but fate played a cruel trick on him, and an unexpected incident occurred during a trip to the Guo family mansion.

Yang Guo didn't even have much time to accompany Ouyang Feng on his final journey.

At this moment, Yang Guo was heartbroken. He had not yet found his aunt, and his adoptive father had died in front of him. He did not know whether he should be angry, resentful, or sad.

Yang Guo knew that his adoptive father's death was not Wang Jiuling's fault, but he still couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow in his heart.

After the grief subsided, Yang went to prepare a tombstone and buried Ouyang Feng.

But when it came to carving the inscription, he hesitated again.

If the tombstone were inscribed with the name of Ouyang Feng, the mere mention of those three characters would likely lead to the grave being dug up if someone discovered it.

My godfather has made too many enemies.

In the end, Yang Guo buried Ouyang Feng in a secluded valley, choosing a place with beautiful scenery.

And a blank stele.

"Godfather, let bygones be bygones, just like this monument."

At Ouyang Feng's grave, Yang Guo kowtowed, bidding Ouyang Feng farewell on his final journey.

"But now, how am I supposed to get back to Xiangyang? Uncle Guo must be very disappointed in me."

"Never mind, let's go find Auntie first..."

……

Xiangyang.

News of what happened in Lin'an still reached Xiangyang, because Shi Songzhi had been in charge of military operations in the Xiangyang area.

Now that Shi Songzhi is dead, the court needs to make immediate adjustments.

There would be a large number of official transfers, requiring documents to be delivered as quickly as possible, which is why the news spread so quickly.

Wang Jiuling became even more famous.

Everyone knows that he was one of the key figures who brought down the powerful minister Shi Songzhi.

They knew he had saved Shi Jingqing.

Wang Jiuling already had an excellent reputation, but for most ordinary people, his reputation among martial arts practitioners was not very widespread.

But if powerful ministers are overthrown, the people will be happy to see it.

Many other ambitious scholars also recognized Wang Jiuling's actions, which truly caught their attention.

This is what it means to be famous throughout the world.

Teahouses, taverns, and alleyways were filled with discussions about Shi Songzhi and Wang Jiuling.

In this atmosphere, it was time for Wang Jiuling to leave.

At the Guo residence, Wang Jiuling had already packed his belongings early in the morning, but Guo Jing and the others were still quite worried.

"Jiuling, are you sure you don't need that old beggar to come with you?"

Hong Qigong was also worried.

Wang Jiuling shook his head. "Seventh Master, elder brother, I am confident in my ability to succeed."

Cheng Ying was most worried, so she gave Wang Jiuling the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill she had on her body and prepared other things for him.

There were even wooden boxes containing hidden weapons.

"Take it with you, you might need it?" Cheng Ying knew she couldn't go with him, so she could only do her best to help Wang Jiuling prepare.

Cheng Ying walked with a slightly awkward gait, so Wang Jiuling stopped her from doing anything busy. "I'll be back."

Cheng Ying was originally going to follow along, but after what happened with Mr. Huang, Wang Jiuling truly understood the gravity of the situation.

Cheng Ying noticed the strange way she was walking and immediately blushed. "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back!"

Wang Jiuling set off without much farewell.

The people of Xiangyang only saw that one person dressed in blue, carrying a sword, leaving Xiangyang alone and heading towards the Mongol camp.