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

Zhao Zhijing arrived in a huff with Lu Qingdu and the others. Upon seeing Wang Jiuling and Yang Guo, he immediately began to berate them.

"You've gone completely against the grain!"

Wang Jiuling ignored him and simply turned around and whispered something to Yang Guo.

"When he arrives, be courteous and polite, so as not to give him anything to gossip about!"

Zhao Zhijing rushed over, and Wang Jiuling bowed to him. "Senior Brother!"

Yang Guo also bowed.

Zhao Zhijing angrily pointed at Wang Jiuling.

"Wang Jiuling! How dare you hit my disciple?!"

Wang Jiuling glanced at Lu Qingdu behind him and asked with a smile:

"He bullied his fellow disciples, and I caught him in the act. Why can't I teach him a lesson?"

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand.

"It's clearly this little brat who doesn't know the rules!"

Wang Jiuling remained unmoved and gestured in the direction of Chongyang Palace.

"Senior brother, we each have our own reasons, so why don't we consult our senior uncles or the headmaster?"

Zhao Zhijing was looking for trouble, so naturally he was unwilling.

"Wang Jiuling! I'm your senior brother! If I say he's wrong, then he's wrong! How dare you talk back to me?!"

Zhao Zhijing was used to being arrogant, and seeing that Wang Jiuling was not afraid of pressure, he raised his hand to teach Wang Jiuling a lesson as the senior brother.

He had tolerated Wang Jiuling for far too long, and at this moment he had completely forgotten Wang Jiuling's behavior at Chongyang Palace half a month ago, and only wanted to save face.

However, Wang Jiuling slapped him away without any politeness.

This made Zhao Zhijing so angry that he recklessly used his internal energy to attack Wang Jiuling.

This is outrageous! If we don't teach Wang Jiuling a lesson today, how will Zhao Zhijing ever face his disciples again?

Since Zhao Zhijing made the first move, Wang Jiuling decided not to hold back.

His innate true energy surged, causing his Taoist robe to flutter even without wind. He took a step forward and also raised his palm to strike.

The two had a tacit understanding: even if they had a conflict that needed to be resolved privately, they could fight with their palms, but they couldn't use weapons. Otherwise, if they were held accountable afterward, neither of them would get away with it.

When Zhao Zhijing's palm met Wang Jiuling's palm, his expression immediately changed.

He only felt an extremely powerful and domineering internal force quickly dissipate his internal energy, causing his right arm to feel numb and tingly, and he immediately staggered back two or three steps.

Wang Jiuling on the other side remained in the same spot, only taking one or two steps back.

The surging true energy even blew Yang Guo's hair up from behind him.

Supported by Lu Qingdu, Zhao Zhijing stared wide-eyed. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then at Wang Jiuling, and was greatly shocked.

Since he took action, he must have been confident.

Although, according to his master's later assessment, Zhao Zhijing felt that he couldn't beat Huo Du either.

But he was confident that he was definitely better than Wang Jiuling.

He attacked so fiercely now, yet he didn't gain any advantage? How is that possible? Have all those years of practicing Quanzhen internal energy been for nothing?

Zhao Zhijing was just bad, not stupid.

He realized that Wang Jiuling's martial arts were not right. Although he was confident that he could defeat Wang Jiuling if he used his martial arts moves, he knew that he had to be careful when fighting alone in private because of their conflict.

"good!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and pointed at Wang Jiuling.

"Fine, fine, fine!! Wang Jiuling! You just wait!!!"

After uttering those harsh words, Zhao Zhijing turned and left with Lu Qingdu.

Because some fourth-generation disciples had already gathered around to watch the commotion, it wasn't appropriate to escalate the situation.

Wang Jiuling did not stop him, but only looked at a fourth-generation disciple who was peeking in.

"There's nothing to see! Everyone, leave!"

Wang Jiuling remained calm, but Yang Guo behind him was utterly shocked by his astonishing strength.

Yang Guo had recently heard some fourth-generation disciples discuss Wang Jiuling's high level of martial arts, but he had never actually seen him. Today, seeing him was truly an eye-opener for him.

Although he looked down on Zhao Zhijing, he was still one of the top disciples of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, and he had some skills.

But Wang Jiuling didn't suffer any loss at all.

Let's go!

Wang Jiuling walked to Yang Guo's door and looked at the empty water vat.

Ask back later.

"What? Looks like you're not planning to fetch water today?"

At this point, the goodwill Yang Guo had just developed towards Wang Jiuling instantly vanished.

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

He was quite assertive; after saying that, he just sat there silently, holding it in.

Wang Jiuling frowned.

Here we go again. No wonder Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu can be together. They are both typical "internal friction monsters" and "silent gourds".

Even if they have grievances or worries, they won't say anything.

Is it useful to only say half of what you mean and then have the other person sulk?

In the end, this led to a tragedy, and you blame others for not understanding you?

Wang Jiuling's voice was somewhat cold. "I don't have time to stay here with you every day. This is one of the few opportunities you have to tell me what's on your mind."

"If you don't say it now, you won't have another chance to say it later, so don't regret it."

If Wang Jiuling had said this before, Yang Guo would most likely have been even more resentful.

But Wang Jiuling's intervention on his behalf had lessened Yang Guo's resentment.

"What's the point of practicing this? Besides making me fetch water faster, what other use is it?"

"If you don't want to teach me martial arts, you can just say so. Why toy with me like this?"

"If I'm bullied again, am I supposed to fight back by fetching water?"

He finally spoke his mind.

Wang Jiuling wasn't angry; he simply spoke calmly.

"Yang Guo, remember this: no one owes you anything!"

"I stood up for you because I promised Senior Brother Guo and Master Master that I would take you as my disciple, not because I owe you anything!"

Wang Jiuling pointed to the water vat.

"Since you understand that practicing martial arts is for self-protection, how have you done it?"

"For the past two weeks, you've seemed to be diligently fetching water, but all of this has only been done out of spite! You haven't truly put in the effort to learn martial arts!"

"So it's been half a month and you haven't made any progress! You've been spending all your energy on being stubborn."

"It's clearly your own fault for not wanting to learn martial arts, so how can you say it's because I didn't teach you?"

"Are you going to blame me for not saving you when others bully you again, since you're not good at martial arts?"

Yang Guo was moved by these words.

"But what kind of skill is fetching water? If you really want to teach me, why don't you teach me the skill you just used?"

Wang Jiuling sneered, pointing to several fourth-generation disciples on the mountainside in the distance.

"They are fourth-generation disciples, and so are you."

"They started out fetching water too, why can't you?"

Before Yang Guo could speak, Wang Jiuling continued to point out:

"Let alone you, when I first came up the mountain, my physical condition was much worse than yours."

"You've only been fetching water for half a month and you're already on the verge of death? I, your master, practiced hard for a year!"

Wang Jiuling sighed.

"Think about it carefully. Aren't the other fourth-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect like this? Are they specifically targeting you?"

"You've had grievances against Quanzhen from the very beginning, against your master, and you even resent Senior Brother Guo for abandoning you!"

"You're holding a grudge, so you naturally feel like you're being targeted."

So when everyone practices the same way, you feel like it's targeting you, but you don't believe it.

"Yang Guo! Approaching a problem with an answer in mind is not a good habit!"

If it were half a month ago, Wang Jiuling would have been talking to a brick wall, and Yang Guo, with his rebellious nature, would never have listened.

After half a month of patiently waiting, Wang Jiuling demonstrated his strength again, and even used the incident of Yang Guo being bullied to teach Yang Guo a lesson through facts.

This finally made Yang Guo, the unruly young man, patiently consider Wang Jiuling's words.

As the saying goes, "a leaf can block out Mount Tai," Yang Guo was still just a child, and his resentment, hatred, and worries trapped him in a vicious cycle of thought.

Now, Wang Jiuling's sudden action had unlocked the key, leaving him speechless for a moment.

Upon reflection, he realized that he had assumed everyone was a bad person from the very beginning.

Because he was used to being bullied on the streets, it was instinctive.

But is this young master in front of him really that kind of person? Isn't all of this just his own wild guess?

If you really don't care about him, why stand up for him today?

Yang Guo squatted on the ground, grabbed his hair with both hands, and then opened his mouth again.

For the first time, he didn't stay silent out of spite, but instead asked the question.

"Then...when will I be able to learn martial arts like yours?"

Wang Jiuling knew the boy's temperament and that he had already digested enough, so he stopped trying to reason with him and instead pointed to the water vat.

"Fill the water tank before dark, or you won't get dinner."

"We'll consider the next step once we've filled the water tank!"