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

Xiangyang.

It has now been more than half a month since Wang Jiuling went to the Mongolian camp.

In the two days immediately following Wang Jiuling's departure, there was actually nothing unusual happening.

But things are different now.

For more than half a month, no one else knew that Wang Jiuling was organizing classical texts.

They just felt that it was abnormal that there hadn't been any news for so long.

It's just about getting a sword and some books, isn't it?

Does it really need to take half a month?

"Hey! Have you heard? Qingyangzi has surrendered to Kublai Khan and is planning to ambush Master Guo during the next siege!"

"Really? Is this news reliable?"

"Of course it's reliable! It's said to be information from Kublai Khan's close advisors; how could it be false?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! That Qingyangzi is very vengeful! Aren't you afraid he'll cause you trouble?"

"Tch! What are you afraid of? What? Can't we even discuss it? How domineering?"

Teahouses, taverns, streets.

Similar remarks were heard everywhere, but all of them were taken to heart by the Beggars' Sect disciples.

Guo Mansion.

Guo Jing slammed his fist on the table in anger. "How come there are suddenly so many rumors?"

"My second brother would never pledge allegiance to Kublai Khan!"

Beside him, Hong Qigong shook his head. "Jing'er, don't worry!"

Huang Rong also offered words of comfort. "This is most likely Kublai Khan's scheme, an attempt to gain the upper hand in public opinion, or even to sow discord!"

Guo Jing paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

"No matter what, it's been half a month, that's too long!"

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it any longer!"

"If there's still no definite news about my second brother by tomorrow, I'll go and investigate the Mongol camp!"

Guo Jing's stubbornness flared up, and even Huang Rong and Hong Qigong's persuasion was useless.

Now, the story of Wang Jiuling saving Shi Jingqing has spread far and wide.

His solo incursion into the Mongol camp to retrieve the sword caused quite a stir.

The city of Xiangyang had long been a gathering place for countless martial arts practitioners.

Joining in the fun is human nature.

Huang Rong was the calmest. She arranged for the Beggars' Sect disciples to arrest those who were spreading rumors in Xiangyang City.

These are most likely Kublai Khan's spies; we can definitely catch quite a few of them by taking this opportunity.

Wang Jiuling's trip to the Mongol camp caused such a great sensation.

If Wang Jiuling could really take what he wanted from the Mongol camp and swagger back to kill his way back...

One can only imagine how famous he will become in the future.

This is something that cannot be compared to simply performing some chivalrous acts.

Meanwhile, in the Mongol central army camp, Wang Jiuling finally finished organizing all the books that he was supposed to take with him.

Most of them belong to Lü Zu, and after his repeated deliberation and verification, a small portion belonged to Zheng Yang Zu Shi.

As soon as he finished organizing, Wang Jiuling went to bid farewell to Kublai Khan.

Half a month has passed since the expected month-long recovery, but now it has been almost completely completed.

Of course, he's still a little short, but that doesn't affect his fighting ability.

When Kublai Khan saw Wang Jiuling come to say goodbye, he was truly reluctant to part with him. Kublai Khan had known this day would come, but he did not want to see it arrive.

Although Wang Jiuling did not submit to him, Kublai Khan would feel better as long as Wang Jiuling remained in the Mongol camp.

That's just how people are, especially for future great rulers like Kublai Khan. Their desires and ambitions are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The more he couldn't get something, the more Kublai Khan's heart would ache and he would lose control.

"Is it really impossible for this person to stay any longer?"

Inside the tent, Kublai Khan's expression was complicated. He looked at Wang Jiuling and made a final attempt to persuade him to stay, but Wang Jiuling simply shook his head.

Kublai Khan sighed and gestured to his personal guard, who nodded and handed Kublai Khan the sword that Wang Jiuling had left in Nanyang years ago.

Kublai Khan took the sword, came to Wang Jiuling, and personally handed it to him.

"I promise you."

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

Kublai Khan, one of the most promising future overlords of the grasslands, personally handed the sword to a Han Chinese Taoist priest.

Wang Jiuling calmly accepted the sword.

Then he casually took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Kublai Khan.

"This letter is my return gift to the prince. Please open it when you are alone."

This was just a small thing Wang Jiuling did to repay a favor to Kublai Khan.

Those classic texts did indeed help Wang Jiuling.

He understood deeply that he could not owe Kublai Khan a favor.

This person is extremely cunning; even the smallest favor can become a weapon in his hands.

Only by leaving no room for criticism can one extricate oneself safely.

When Kublai Khan received the letter, he paused for a moment, but did not open it; he simply put it away.

"good!"

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in farewell. "This humble Taoist takes his leave!"

He then turned and headed out of the tent. Now that he had informed Kublai Khan, the formalities were over, and it was time to get down to business.

He planned to go back and pack his things, then break out of the Mongol camp. Oh, and there were two more on the blacklist he needed to kill.

Kublai Khan watched Wang Jiuling's retreating figure in silence.

Behind him, the Golden Wheel Monk could no longer contain his excitement. "Prince!"

Kublai Khan closed his eyes. "Go! The soldiers will cooperate with you!"

At this moment, a young strategist suddenly stepped forward from behind. "Your Highness," he said, "I have a plan; may I ask?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone around him immediately looked at him.

"Liu Bingzhong! What are you doing getting involved at a time like this? Why didn't you say so before you had a plan? The people are about to leave!"

Someone made a sarcastic remark.

Liu Bingzhong had short hair and was dressed as a monk. He stood there quietly, not refuting anyone, but just looking at Kublai Khan.

Kublai Khan glanced at him. "Speak."

Liu Bingzhong nodded, looking at the letter left by Wang Jiuling in Kublai Khan's hand. "Qingyangzi has his own set of principles for doing things."

"But he doesn't seem to like owing favors."

"Perhaps we can find a way to make him owe us a huge favor."

Kublai Khan's eyes flickered slightly. Liu Bingzhong's words perfectly matched the little scheme in Kublai Khan's heart.

"What should we do then?" Kublai Khan asked, intrigued.

Liu Bingzhong pointed outside. "Don't kill him, arrest him, then release him."

Everyone was shocked by these words.

"Prince, no! That's utter nonsense!"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! To capture them and then release them? Isn't that like letting a tiger return to the mountains? They should be eliminated immediately!"

"No!"

Liu Bingzhong looked at Kublai Khan, who ignored everyone else and instead gave a smile.

"Go on."

Liu Bingzhong then explained, "What the prince is after is not the gain or loss of one person, but the world."

"The impending fall of the Song Dynasty is a matter of general trend, and cannot be controlled by a single Han Chinese master."

"Moreover, this man is extremely arrogant, and he looks down on the Song court at all."

"If that's the case, what's the point of killing him? His Highness is a future great ruler; why bother about the life or death of one person?"

"Why not just arrest him and then release him, forcing him to do a favor by saving his life?"

"If he has principles and is willing to repay this great favor, the prince will have a chance, which also shows that this person is truly virtuous and can be won over."

"What if he doesn't return it? What should we do then?" someone nearby couldn't help but question.

Liu Bingzhong remained calm. "That just shows he's not that principled after all; he's just like any other ordinary person."

"In that case, the prince need not dwell on him any longer; he is unworthy."

At this point, before anyone else could think further, Kublai Khan had already given his full agreement.

Because he didn't really want to kill Wang Jiuling; he wanted to win him over.

The others only saw that Wang Jiuling was disrespecting him, so they thought of currying favor with him and wanted to kill Wang Jiuling.

Only Liu Bingzhong could see through Kublai Khan's thoughts at a glance.

He knew that Kublai Khan had to take action today, otherwise, as the marshal, he would lose face if Wang Jiuling came and went so freely.

But he didn't really want to kill Wang Jiuling.

So they are caught in a dilemma.

Liu Bingzhong seized upon this point and immediately offered his suggestion, which greatly pleased Kublai Khan.

"Alright! No need for further discussion, let's do as Mr. Liu says."

"Imperial Preceptor! We're counting on you!" Kublai Khan looked at the Golden Wheel Monk.

A hint of ruthlessness and resentment flashed in the eyes of the Golden Wheel Monk, but he still nodded immediately and left the tent.

Liu Bingzhong watched the back of the Golden Wheel Monk.

"The only variable in this plan is whether the Imperial Advisor's claim of a 90% success rate is truly accurate."