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

Ultimately, Zhao Zhijing could not withstand the pressure.

Night fell completely, plunging the entire Zhongnan Mountain into darkness. Zhao Zhijing changed into a black outfit, quietly went out, and disappeared into the night.

With almost no effort, Zhao Zhijing found the small courtyard on the back mountain that was guarded by several disciples.

Zhao Zhijing's martial arts skills were among the best in the three generations. He moved nimbly and quickly around to a place behind the courtyard where no disciples were guarding it.

Looking at the not-so-low courtyard wall, he was glad he hadn't let Lu Qingdu come, otherwise the wall alone would have been a hurdle.

Using his Golden Goose Skill, Zhao Zhijing quickly leaped over the wall and landed steadily in the courtyard, making almost no sound.

Arriving at the door of the main house, Zhao Zhijing pushed it and found it unlocked, so he slowly pushed the door open little by little.

Zhao Zhijing was extremely nervous at this moment.

As the saying goes, a guilty conscience needs no accuser; he had something to hide and was afraid that the guards outside the courtyard would hear the commotion.

It took quite a while just to open the door.

The door opened, and Zhao Zhijing entered the room. The room was pitch black, but he could still see the location of the bed by the faint moonlight.

Slowing his pace, Zhao Zhijing pulled a dagger from his pocket and continued to approach.

There was indeed a person lying on the bed, but they were covered with a blanket and seemed to be facing away from the door.

Zhao Zhijing didn't have much doubt. In the darkness, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed the dagger into the back of the figure on the bed.

"Go to hell!"

The dagger was incredibly sharp, piercing the man's clothes, but the sensation he immediately felt from the dagger made Zhao Zhijing realize something was wrong.

Why is it so soft? And it doesn't even move at all?

By the moonlight, he suspiciously pulled back the covers, and the next second, his expression froze.

That's not a Mongolian at all, it's clearly a scarecrow dressed in clothes!

Boom!

Zhao Zhijing was struck dumb; he realized almost instantly that something was wrong.

Just as I was about to turn around, I heard a sound of something hitting the ground.

It turned out that the screen in the corner of the room had fallen over, and then the candles in the room were lit.

Zhao Zhijing turned his head in alarm and saw several figures standing behind the fallen screen.

Ma Yu's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, and Wang Chuyi's inner strength was surging, almost unable to hold back.

And Wang Jiuling, whose face remained calm, and... Lu Qingdu.

At that moment, the disciples outside the courtyard also heard the commotion and rushed into the courtyard with torches, illuminating the entire courtyard.

Zhao Zhijing was stunned. He staggered and almost fell backward to the ground.

"Zhijing! What are you doing??"

Ma Yu's suppressed yet angry voice rang out.

When Zhao Zhijing saw Lu Qingdu appear, he knew he was doomed without needing to say a word.

This is a trap, it's all aimed at him! And he foolishly jumped right in front of Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji!

Lu Qingdu felt a little guilty and instinctively hid behind Wang Jiuling.

Zhao Zhijing's expression went from shock to horror, and finally to a distorted one. He raised his finger and pointed at Lu Qingdu, then at Wang Jiuling.

The thoughts that flashed through his mind during the day made him realize everything—it was all Wang Jiuling's doing! The things he overheard were deliberately said to him!

That was all to lure him here!

"You little bastard! You tricked me?!"

Wang Jiuling remained expressionless, simply shaking his head. "Senior brother! If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place! Now that the Sect Leader and Master are here, you'd better confess and submit to the law!"

Wang Jiuling's arrogant attitude drove Zhao Zhijing even crazier.

"Wang Jiuling!! You little bastard! I should have killed you long ago!!"

"Lu Qingdu! You dare betray me?! I..."

"Enough!" Wang Chuyi could no longer hold back and interrupted Zhao Zhijing sharply.

The candlelight illuminated his face, making him appear extremely gloomy, as he slowly walked towards Zhao Zhijing.

"I've known for a long time that you have a wicked heart, but I always thought you were just narrow-minded. I never expected this..."

"I never imagined you'd come to this!"

"When Jiuling first told me this, I absolutely didn't believe it! I couldn't believe it!"

"Zhijing! You've given your teacher such a wonderful surprise!"

Wang Chuyi's expression at this moment was too complicated; there was anger, confusion, but more than anything, heartache.

Wang Jiuling and Ma Yu watched this scene quietly.

If anyone's feelings were the most complicated at this moment, it would definitely be Wang Chuyi. He was the one who should vent his anger the most and take the most responsibility in dealing with Zhao Zhijing.

Ma Yu simply closed her eyes.

Zhao Zhijing also sensed Wang Chuyi's suppressed anger. He reacted immediately, knelt down in front of Wang Chuyi, and grabbed Wang Chuyi's hand.

"Master! Master! Your disciple was wrong! Your disciple was truly wrong!"

"This disciple will never dare to do it again! Never again! Please, Master, have mercy!!"

Wang Chuyi didn't speak, but just stared intently at Zhao Zhijing with his head down.

At this moment, Wang Chuyi's gaze filled Zhao Zhijing with fear.

He had never seen his master with such an expression.

Zhao Zhijing grabbed Wang Chuyi's hand and slapped it against his own face, begging for mercy as he did so.

"Master! Your disciple knows he was wrong! Master, please punish me!"

"It's all those damned Mongols! It was them! They were the ones who contacted me!!"

Zhao Zhijing stared wide-eyed, his face full of sincerity, and he even spat out some saliva.

"Yes! It's all them!"

"They found me in secret, they seduced me, it's all their fault! It's all their fault, Master!!"

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's appearance from not far away, Wang Jiuling felt disgusted.

This person is utterly wicked, petty, cowardly, narrow-minded, and even colludes with the enemy.

Now that he's been exposed, he's crying and begging for forgiveness. He's not stupid; he knows to plead with his master.

Wang Chuyi closed his eyes, slowly raised his head, seemingly sighing.

After a long while, he lowered his head and looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was tightly hugging his leg.

His voice became surprisingly calm.

"In my life, Wang Chuyi has lived a life worthy of Heaven, worthy of Quanzhen, and even if we take a step back, worthy of my own conscience!"

"I never imagined I'd be so blind as to teach such a heartless and treacherous disciple as you?"

"Heaven has no eyes! I am completely innocent, yet you have stained my reputation..."

Wang Chuyi's eyes had changed, and his internal energy was circulating wildly. Zhao Zhijing was completely dumbfounded.

How could he not see that his master was about to attack him?

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's ugly face was on full display as he roared furiously.

"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!!"

"If you hadn't been so biased, why would I have acted impulsively?! It's all Zhen Zhibing's fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, Wang Jiuling!!"

"It's all... ah!"

puff!

Zhao Zhijing's roar abruptly stopped, turning into a scream.

Wang Chuyi grabbed Zhao Zhijing by the collar and lifted him up, then slammed his right palm down on Zhao Zhijing's dantian.

Zhao Zhijing coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

Wang Chuyi was furious to the extreme, and this palm strike showed absolutely no mercy.

Zhao Zhijing flew out, crashed into the wall, landed, struggled a couple of times, and then stopped moving. It was unclear whether he was dead or alive.