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

The establishment of the Sword-Holding Hall requires the selection of capable disciples to join, which cannot be accomplished in a short time.

However, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing were not idle.

One became the chief, and the other the sword-wielding elder. Having just taken office, they naturally had things to do.

The follow-up to the Zhao Zhijing incident is very important.

After several days of joint investigation, the two finally found the starting point of the rumor.

They are two fourth-generation disciples.

However, one of them had already run away. The remaining one was captured by Wang Jiuling in public and revealed the truth: they had been bribed by the Mongols to deliberately spread rumors.

In other words, the rumors Zhao Zhijing heard were a conspiracy by the Mongols from the very beginning.

It's laughable that the fool was used as a tool and ended up being crippled.

The Sword-Holding Hall was fully established on this basis.

The Quanzhen disciples were abuzz with discussion; some were filled with awe, some with curiosity, and others whispered amongst themselves:

"Can a mere teenager truly wield the power to oversee the entire realm?"

"Why should we be bossed around by a junior?"

But no one dared to question it to his face.

Everyone witnessed how Wang Jiuling dealt with Li Zhichang in front of Chongyang Palace that day.

Moreover, the chief disciple Zhen Zhibing listened to him without question, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen also gave him their full support.

You're not happy? Then keep it to yourself!

With the villain Zhao Zhijing gone, the Quanzhen School finally entered a period of stability and prosperity.

Time flies, and several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning, on the western mountain peak.

Facing the rising sun, Wang Jiuling slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and drank the dew from the lotus leaf beside him.

However, Wang Jiuling's complexion appeared abnormally rosy today, but as his internal energy stabilized, his complexion returned to normal.

Wang Chongyang watched this scene with a frown.

He would usually have left by now, but he stayed today.

"Your Innate Skill has reached a bottleneck at the third level!"

Wang Chongyang spoke slowly, and Wang Jiuling stood up and respectfully bowed to him.

Over the past six months, Wang Jiuling has made remarkable progress under the personal tutelage of Wang Chongyang.

Now, his meridians have been greatly expanded by the circulating true energy, his muscles and bones are stronger, his eyes seem to have a divine light, and every move he makes has the demeanor of a Taoist master.

His innate true energy was so profound and pure that it was unlike that of a young man.

His strength has advanced by leaps and bounds to the point that even he is somewhat unsure of what level it is.

In the year-end competition that just ended two days ago, his strength was already enough to crush all the third-generation disciples, including Zhen Zhibing.

He became the number one martial artist among the three generations of the entire town with overwhelming force, which truly shocked everyone.

But the problem hidden beneath this glamour is that the Innate Skill has temporarily reached its limit.

Now, every time he circulates his meridians and refines his essence into qi, it is accompanied by a terrifying loss of his original essence.

It can be said that for every point of success, two points of loss were incurred.

Simply absorbing the essence of heaven and earth is no longer enough to make up for it.

"Master! If this disciple wishes to resolve my own problems, is relying on rare and precious herbs the only solution?"

Wang Jiuling raised a question, and Wang Chongyang shook his head.

"Actually, using rare and precious natural treasures to replenish one's essence is the worst possible choice!"

"Because even if you add more, it will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. The fact that I was able to find enough rare and precious materials to support me up to the fourth level back then was just luck."

"There's also a theoretical method!"

Wang Chongyang turned around and frowned as he looked at Wang Jiuling.

"If there were a martial art that could be adapted to the purest and most yang innate true energy, and could restore one's own vital energy through cultivation, that would be the best!"

"In this way, there will be no need to worry about the depletion of the source anymore."

"After all, the essence of heaven and earth is an external thing, while the vital energy replenished through one's own cultivation is more suitable!"

At this point, Wang Chongyang shook his head.

"But I once searched the world extensively, and found that martial arts like this were either merely superficial or incompatible with innate true energy!"

"In short... it's tough!"

But upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling's eyes lit up.

It is compatible with the extremely strong and yang true energy of the Innate Skill, and can also replenish vital energy.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Wang Jiuling was lost in memories of his past life, and involuntarily murmured:

Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge. Let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines on the great river. Let him be ruthless, let him be evil, I have enough true spirit within me!

The next second, Wang Jiuling suddenly realized that he was really stupid.

Extremely strong and yang, restoring vital energy, isn't the Nine Yang Divine Skill the best martial art?

In the Nine Yang Divine Skill, there is a method for cleansing the meridians and marrow. When the power is circulated, it generates a misty purple aura, which makes one's internal strength and essence continuously generate.

This is essentially about replenishing vital energy.

Moreover, the Nine Yang Divine Skill is also extremely yang and might not conflict with the Innate Skill.

If he were to combine this method with the Innate Skill, it would be the perfect match.

When Wang Jiuling came to his senses, he found that Wang Chongyang was looking at him with a strange expression.

Before Wang Jiuling could speak, Wang Chongyang spoke first.

"What? You have a solution?"

Wang Jiuling nodded. "Master, this disciple has indeed thought of a way!"

Before Wang Jiuling could finish speaking, Wang Chongyang spoke up with some suspicion.

"You wouldn't make something up out of thin air, so there must be some truth to it. But I'm curious, judging from your expression just now, are you saying it's a memory from a past life, just like you did two years ago?"

Wang Jiuling was taken aback by the question and didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

Wang Chongyang gave a wry smile and waved his hand.

"Alright! You don't need to tell me what it is! Just tell me, are you confident?"

Wang Jiuling nodded immediately. "Master, this disciple is 80% confident!"

Wang Chongyang turned and headed into the forest. "That's enough, go! Your martial arts have improved; you should go down the mountain and take a walk! Staying in these deep mountains all day will dull your mind..."

After Wang Chongyang left, Wang Jiuling also headed down the mountain.

He was going down the mountain to Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, on the back mountain.

"Godfather!" Yang Guo exclaimed in surprise as he hugged an old beggar with white hair.

"Godfather! I miss you so much, Godfather!"

The white-haired old beggar was none other than Ouyang Feng.

Yang Guo had been craving something delicious lately, so today, before Wang Jiuling returned home after morning classes, he went to the back mountain to catch rabbits.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Ouyang Feng.

The father and son had not seen each other for a long time and were extremely excited at the moment.

"Oh, my son! My good son! Your father has finally found you!!"

Since his mother Mu Nianci passed away, the only people in the world who were truly good to Yang Guo were Guo Jing, Wang Jiuling, and his adoptive father Ouyang Feng.

Now that we meet again, I am overjoyed.

"Godfather! I've become a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. He taught me Quanzhen martial arts, and I'm quite skilled now!"

Yang Guo showed off his martial arts skills to Ouyang Feng, but Ouyang Feng frowned and was very dissatisfied.

"Get out of here! What master? Son! How can you take someone else as your master? The martial arts your godfather taught you are the best in the world! How can you take someone else as your master?"

Ouyang Feng was eccentric and became unhappy when he heard that Yang Guo had learned skills from others.

He dragged Yang Guo along, insisting on teaching him the essence of Toad Stance right there.

Yang Guo was happy to see his adoptive father. He thought to himself that this place was usually deserted. In order to make his adoptive father happy, he did not refuse and immediately jumped around on the ground with Ouyang Feng, just like father and son playing.

Little did he know that Li Zhichang, who was passing by in the woods not far away, had just witnessed this scene.

As for the Toad Style, because of Ouyang Feng, anyone with a bit of martial arts skill could recognize it.

Upon seeing this scene, Li Zhichang's expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran towards Chongyang Palace.