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

"My master said this matter concerns your life and fortune!"

Yang Guo looked at Lu Qingdu and said this threatening thing.

Lu Qingdu squinted, staring at Yang Guo in front of him.

"Heh! You think I'd believe you?"

But Yang Guo seemed indifferent. "Whether you believe me or not is none of my business; it'll be my master who gets angry!"

"My master's martial arts skills are far beyond what I can match. Whether you go or not is up to you!"

Yang Guo is a cunning fellow; his tone and expression made Lu Qingdu hesitate.

Finally, he let out a cold snort.

"lead the way!"

Lu Qingdu decided to go.

Could he possibly kill himself?

Soon, Yang Guo brought Lu Qingdu to Wang Jiuling, then went out and closed the door behind him.

"Uncle-Master! You...you called me here because..."

Lu Qingdu was very afraid of death. Before coming, he even told a fourth-generation disciple about his whereabouts in front of Yang Guo.

Wang Jiuling chuckled softly as he looked at the guy's fearful expression.

"I'm not going to hit you, why are you so scared?"

Lu Qingdu gave an awkward smile.

Wang Jiuling stared at him, not beating around the bush.

"That dagger, was it something Zhao Zhijing asked you to use?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingdu almost screamed in fright.

He stood there stunned for two or three seconds before quickly waving his hand.

"Uncle-Master! I don't know what you're talking about! Wasn't that given to Uncle-Master Zhen by the Mongols?"

Wang Jiuling raised an eyebrow, looking at Lu Qingdu with a playful expression.

"Did I say I was referring to that Mongolian dagger?"

This question stumped Lu Qingdu. He stammered for a long time, unable to speak, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

It's strange, Lu Qingdu is older than Wang Jiuling, but in front of Wang Jiuling, Lu Qingdu is like a child.

"Uncle-Master! This...this...this...I really don't know what you're talking about! If you're alright, Uncle-Master, I..."

"What's the rush?" Seeing Lu Qingdu trying to leave, Wang Jiuling grabbed his arm.

"Why don't you listen to a story first, then you can leave!"

Lu Qingdu was held down, feeling the incredibly powerful true energy emanating from Wang Jiuling almost rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Please speak, Uncle-Master!!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and released him, then slowly spoke:

"During the Spring and Autumn Period, King Goujian of Yue was defeated. Wen Zhong used strategies to help Goujian, and even went so far as to go to the State of Wu to seek peace, doing a lot of dirty work for Goujian."

"But after Goujian destroyed the state of Wu, he quickly forced Wen Zhong to commit suicide!"

"Wen Zhong is a meritorious official! Why do you think that is?" Wang Jiuling stared intently at Lu Qingdu, making Lu Qingdu feel uneasy.

"This disciple...this disciple does not know!"

Wang Jiuling smiled and shook his head.

"Such a simple principle, my nephew, shouldn't be unaware of it!"

"Of course, it's because Goujian has succeeded, and how can a successful person have any blemishes?"

"If Wen Zhong were still alive, wouldn't he have become a stain on Goujian's path to success?"

"Therefore, Wen Zhong must die!"

"As the saying goes, 'When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away.'"

Wang Jiuling stood up and walked behind Lu Qingdu.

"Our Quanzhen Sect is not without its treacherous and ambitious members; their cunning may not be less than that of King Goujian of Yue!"

"Nephew/Grandson!"

"Some roads, seemingly broad and smooth, actually lead to an abyss! If you pull back from the brink, there's still a chance to turn back, but if you wait until one foot is in the air..."

Snapped!

Wang Jiuling patted Lu Qingdu's shoulder, startling the already tense Lu Qingdu so much that he stood up abruptly. Wang Jiuling, however, calmly continued:

"That would mean being pulverized to pieces!"

"Nephew, as you know, I always act according to principles and clearly distinguish between gratitude and resentment."

This concerns your life and fortune. You'd better think carefully whether you trust me or some treacherous people!

"Alright! Go ahead!"

Lu Qingdu left Wang Jiuling's residence in a daze.

He looked terrible as he walked down the street.

When Wang Jiuling mentioned the story of King Goujian of Yue, he was clearly alluding to Zhao Zhijing.

That's right, he was the one who planted the dagger, and he also knew Zhao Zhijing's secret.

"When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away..."

"If...if Master becomes the sect leader, will he allow someone who knows his secret to live?"

Lu Qingdu couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

He knew Zhao Zhijing all too well.

The thought of this made Lu Qingdu feel a tightness in his chest, and he couldn't help but look back in the direction he had come from.

He quickly forced a smile onto his face.

Zhao Zhijing's room.

"Master! You must become the chief disciple soon! Once you become the sect leader, won't I be the chief disciple too?"

Lu Qingdu massaged Zhao Zhijing's shoulders, flattering him but not mentioning that Wang Jiuling had come to see him.

Zhao Zhijing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but quickly burst out laughing.

"Haha! Of course! Once I become the sect leader, you'll be set for life! Hahahaha!"

Lu Qingdu behind him also burst into laughter.

But his eyes were incredibly complex.

Zhao Zhijing has a little quirk: whenever he suddenly feels the urge to say something against his conscience, he always unconsciously rubs his fingers together.

Zhao Zhijing himself hadn't even noticed this little habit, but Lu Qingdu, as Zhao Zhijing's most loyal lackey, knew about it.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's rubbing fingers, he felt a chill in his heart.

When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; King Goujian of Yue killed Wen Zhong...

Wang Jiuling's words pierced Lu Qingdu's heart like a needle, filling him with fear.

"Master! Your disciple must hurry and practice! When I become the chief disciple, I mustn't let you down!"

Lu Qingdu couldn't stay any longer and made up an excuse to leave.

As Zhao Zhijing watched Lu Qingdu's "excited" departure, a cold smile crept onto his lips.

"My disciple, you know too much..."

...

Lu Qingdu ran until he reached a secluded spot, where he plopped down under a tree, panting heavily.

"No! I can't just sit here and wait to die!"

"My uncle is right. Zhao Zhijing is extremely petty. If he becomes the sect leader, I'll be the first one to die!"

"His promise today is a complete lie!"

"Junior Uncle Jiuling is a much better person than Zhao Zhijing. Yesterday, in that situation, he even stood up in public to speak up for Junior Uncle Zhen!"

"Now that the evidence is irrefutable, Uncle Jiuling is still willing to investigate, which shows that he truly hates evil!"

"If I were to rely on him, I might as well bring down Zhao Zhijing. Regardless of whether my future is bright, at least my life would be safe. Uncle Jiuling wouldn't harm me!"

Thinking of this, Lu Qingdu's expression changed.

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