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

A group of passionate young martial arts enthusiasts wanted to join them and venture into the Mongol camp.

But Wang Jiuling persuaded them to come back.

In Xiangyang, some people were worried, some admired him, and of course, some thought Wang Jiuling was overestimating himself.

In short, Wang Jiuling's actions attracted a large crowd.

At the Guo residence, Guo Jing held the document in his hand and shook his head. "These past two days, there has been a noticeable increase in the number of martial artists coming to Xiangyang City."

"They must also want to know if my brother can return safely," Huang Rong said, and Guo Jing nodded.

Everyone knew that Kublai Khan harbored ill intentions, but not everyone could understand Wang Jiuling's urgency.

Guo Jing and the others could only secretly hope for Wang Jiuling's return.

"Tell the Beggars' Sect disciples to pay close attention to the situation on the Mongol side. If any problems arise, we cannot stand idly by!"

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On the other side was the Mongol central army camp.

Kublai Khan got up before dawn and put on what he considered to be the most imposing outfit.

Today is the day I agreed to meet with Wang Jiuling.

"Tell the guards that anyone who dares to be disrespectful to Qingyangzi will not be spared by me!"

"Also, make sure to prepare two extra prayer cushions!"

Kublai Khan personally issued a series of orders, and those capable advisors were summoned and gathered around him.

Especially Han Chinese strategists.

The Golden Wheel Monk stood quietly behind Kublai Khan, without uttering a word.

Just as Kublai Khan was eagerly awaiting Wang Jiuling, a Mongol soldier hurriedly reported.

It is said that a Taoist priest in blue robes appeared on the outskirts of the military camp.

The man swaggered towards their camp, presumably the person the prince was waiting for.

"Go and greet them quickly!"

Kublai Khan waved his hand, signaling his men to hurry up and go.

"Prince, should we give him a taste of his own medicine?" A Han Chinese scholar whispered beside him.

According to this Confucian scholar, the idea was to prevent Kublai Khan from showing himself and to deflate Wang Jiuling's arrogance.

The other two Han Chinese advisors beside him also nodded.

"Your Highness, what you say makes sense. This Qingyangzi is truly arrogant beyond measure, daring to come in such a grand manner. He clearly doesn't take Your Highness seriously!"

Kublai Khan pretended to think and consider their opinions, but in reality, he already had the answer in his heart.

After a long silence, he raised his hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything more.

Kublai Khan strode towards the outside of the tent, and stopped with his hands behind his back when he was about ten steps away from the tent entrance.

It turns out they're going to personally greet Wang Jiuling here.

By doing this, he neither lost his status by personally going outside the military camp, nor did he lose face, and he could still make Wang Jiuling feel valued.

Behind him, the Golden Wheel Monk narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing increasingly somber.

The Golden Wheel Monk gritted his teeth inwardly, feeling that his position as the Imperial Preceptor was in grave danger.

Wang Jiuling...

Kublai Khan suddenly turned to look at the Golden Wheel Monk. "Imperial Preceptor, I still need you to protect me."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King placed his hands in front of his chest and bowed slightly.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness!"

Kublai Khan nodded, seemingly relieved, but upon closer inspection, one could see that he was wearing a specially sourced and precious suit of armor under his clothes.

Several burly men stood guard around him, their clothes bulging, their feet firmly planted, standing behind Kublai Khan like iron towers.

And at the very moment Kublai Khan gave the order, soldiers were already inside the closed military tents around him.

Kublai Khan was no fool; he knew that no matter how much he tried to win over Wang Jiuling, his own safety was still the most important thing.

However, what truly ensures his safety this time is not just these things...

Meanwhile, outside the Mongol camp, Wang Jiuling had already arrived, and the Mongol soldiers who had received orders were already waiting.

"Are you the True Man Qingyang?" Upon seeing Wang Jiuling arrive, the soldiers immediately ran up and respectfully inquired.

Wang Jiuling nodded, and the soldier's face lit up with joy. "Please come this way, His Highness the Prince has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Wang Jiuling didn't say much. He put his hands behind his back, put his sword at his waist, and followed the soldier all the way to the Mongol camp.

This is not the same Tingzhu Garden in Nanyang as last time.

This is the location of the Mongol central army camp.

The camps stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to tell how many Mongol soldiers there were.

As Wang Jiuling entered the Mongol camp led by soldiers, the Mongol soldiers on both sides stopped what they were doing.

They emerged from their tents one by one and stood quietly on both sides.

Although Kublai Khan ordered them not to be disrespectful, these Mongol soldiers were all brave and skilled in battle, and had fierce personalities.

Mongolians are naturally large-framed, broad-shouldered, and thick-waisted; in their eyes, Song people usually represent thinness and weakness.

Although they remained silent and motionless, their eyes were fierce as wolves as they stared at Wang Jiuling.

As more and more Mongol soldiers noticed Wang Jiuling, a dark mass began to gather on both sides.

These Mongol soldiers were highly disciplined; they did not stand haphazardly but instead formed orderly ranks in square formations.

As Wang Jiuling went further in, more and more Mongol soldiers appeared.

If it were an ordinary warrior, just seeing this scene, seeing the endless camp, would probably stop in his tracks and dare not go any further.

But Wang Jiuling was truly calm and composed. His robes swayed as he walked with measured steps, his demeanor composed and calm, a faint smile on his face.

Anyone who didn't know better would think this was Wang Jiuling's house.

The Mongol soldier leading the way observed Wang Jiuling closely, and was surprised, thinking to himself: This Taoist priest is more composed than I am.

In contrast, he himself seemed like a servile waiter.

Thinking of this, the soldier involuntarily straightened his back a little...

Ignoring the glares from both sides, Wang Jiuling walked for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at the central command tent.

Kublai Khan had been waiting there for a long time.

Upon seeing Wang Jiuling, Kublai Khan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Master Qingyang, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

Wang Jiuling symbolically cupped his hands in greeting. "It has indeed been a long time."

He had already noticed the Mongol soldiers surrounding the central command tent. These soldiers squinted, their feet slightly treading the ground, staring intently at Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling's inner energy was already circulating, and his robes moved without any wind.

Regardless, he was prepared today, and if things went wrong, Wang Jiuling would take what he needed by force.

Unexpectedly, Kublai Khan waved his hand.

"What are you all doing? Distinguished guests are here, why are you all so tense?"

At Kublai Khan's command, the soldiers obeyed without question, taking a step back in unison with such perfect precision that the ground beneath their feet trembled.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jiuling sneered inwardly.

Kublai Khan was truly shrewd. He appeared polite, but in reality, he was using a feigned retreat to advance his own power.

Wang Jiuling wasn't afraid of such tricks.

Seeing the smile in Wang Jiuling's eyes, Kublai Khan was disappointed but even more excited, and gestured for him to enter.

"My lord, please follow me into your tent. It has been a long time; let us drink together!"

Wang Jiuling glanced at Kublai Khan, and without any hesitation, raised his hand and made a similar gesture of invitation before taking the lead and walking towards the rear tent.

It's as if he's the one who owns this place.

Kublai Khan's small-eyed advisor immediately snorted coldly.

"Hmph! How rude! His Highness the Prince invited you, and you don't even understand the difference between host and guest?"

This guy's words echoed what everyone else was thinking.

They also felt that Wang Jiuling was too arrogant.

At that moment, Wang Jiuling, who had just taken a step, stopped, turned around, and frowned as he looked at the strategist.

Kublai Khan watched this scene quietly, a smile on his face.