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

Wang Jiuling readily accepted the test, and soon the test began.

Inside the meditation room.

Wang Jiuling and Zen Master Wuse sat facing each other, with a chessboard in front of them, on which black and white pieces were arranged in a crisscross pattern.

"Could the first hurdle Master Wuse mentioned be playing chess?"

Wang Jiuling placed a white piece and looked at the colorless stone with some curiosity.

The two had been playing chess for nearly an hour when Wang Jiuling finally couldn't help but ask.

With a smile on his face, Wu Se also placed a black piece, and his words surprised Wang Jiuling.

"Young benefactor, chess skills are not the key. This humble monk is playing against you simply to understand your playing habits."

"The real test is answering this humble monk's question!"

"Oh? This junior would like to hear the details!" Wang Jiuling's eyes lit up with interest.

Wuse pointed to the chessboard and said, "At that time, we will discuss the principles of the game while playing, with moves and questions never ceasing!"

"Respond sincerely!"

"I am familiar with your playing style. If you lie, you will be unsettled, and your playing style will change! I can tell."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling shook his head helplessly.

The time had come, and the discussion began. Zen Master Wuse was the first to speak.

"Benefactor, I observe that your aura is powerful, and your internal strength cultivation is considerable!"

"At your age, with such internal strength, talent alone isn't enough; you also need a goal!"

"Then what is your purpose in practicing martial arts?"

As he said this, the black piece in Wuse's hand landed in a tricky position.

If Wang Jiuling were to have a clear mind at this moment and answer what he was thinking, then his white piece would instinctively fall quickly.

If one hesitates or lies, then one will inevitably hesitate to make a move, or even change one's strategy.

Without hesitation, Wang Jiuling picked up a white piece and placed it down, simultaneously speaking:

"To protect!"

"Protect Quanzhen, protect my master, uphold justice, and protect my own life!"

The colorless Zen master nodded and placed a black stone. "But your eyes are filled with murderous intent. Do you mean killing is considered protecting?"

The next second, Wang Jiuling's white piece landed, cutting off part of the black piece's chances.

"No innocent souls have been killed by my sword."

"Civil administration governs the country, while military force secures its peace; these are two sides of the same coin. I draw my sword not to kill for the sake of killing."

Wuse lowered his head and looked at the chessboard.

Although Wang Jiuling's move was full of killing intent and severed some of the black pieces' life force, it was more about connecting the white pieces' life force.

They only killed those who deserved to die.

Have a clear conscience.

For the first time, Zen Master Wuse scrutinized the boy before him so closely that he momentarily forgot to place his piece.

What a remarkable young talent!

Regardless of how high his martial arts skills are, his temperament and demeanor are more insightful than those old guys who have lived for decades.

The smile in his colorless eyes became much more genuine, but he also raised an even more tricky question.

"Young friend, since your sword is for protection, then let me ask you a question."

"If you could only strike once at this moment, you would face two choices: left or right."

"Slashing to the left will save one person, but three people will die on the right."

"Slash to the right; it will save three people, but one person on the left will die!"

Which side would you choose to save?

Wang Jiuling took a few seconds to organize his thoughts, but still answered decisively:

"I will save this sword; I will use it to strike down the person who raised the question!"

Wuse seemed surprised by Wang Jiuling's answer, and asked with great interest:

"If that's the case, and all four of them have to die, won't you feel guilty?"

Wang Jiuling looked completely puzzled. "Why should I feel guilty?"

"It's not like I killed those four people."

Wang Jiuling's expression turned serious. "The master also said I can only use one sword strike. If I use it to save these four people, what happens after I save them?"

"The real issue isn't how many people I save, but whether the person who raised the question will continue to raise questions."

"I'll kill him, and then this problem won't happen again!"

"Otherwise, if four people die today, ten tomorrow, and a hundred the day after, am I supposed to keep choosing?"

Wuse Zen Master was not satisfied with Wang Jiuling's answer.

"What if you can't kill the person who asked the question?"

"Even if we can't kill them, we have to kill them!" Wang Jiuling said the next second.

"Drawing the sword is not the goal, but a process; the goal is to completely solve the problem."

"Only when the goal is correct can the process be correct."

The colorless Zen master was speechless; the young man before him was not troubled by moral issues at all.

Because the morality before him was merely a passing scene in his eyes, not the destination.

What a steadfast commitment to the Dao!

He stared intently at Wang Jiuling.

At that moment, Zen Master Wuse almost couldn't resist pulling Wang Jiuling to shave his head and become a monk, entering his Shaolin Temple.

What a promising talent!

This is perfect for Shaolin!

The burning passion in the eyes of Zen Master Wuse made Wang Jiuling involuntarily step back.

"master?"

Master Wuse, being a highly respected monk, immediately realized what was happening, put his hands together in prayer, and looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Ahem!"

"Amitabha! Young friend, this humble monk has no further questions. You have passed the first test!"

Unexpectedly, the first hurdle was quite easy. Wang Jiuling thanked Zen Master Wuse, and the two left the meditation room.

Master Tianming and the others were very surprised that Wang Jiuling passed the "Question of the Heart" so quickly, and almost suspected that Wuse had given him a free pass.

However, a single remark made privately by Wuse almost made Zen Master Tianming lose his footing.

"Abbot! Young friend Wang has a karmic connection with Buddhism! If he can be guided into Shaolin, our Shaolin might gain a new wrathful Vajra!"

Zen Master Tianming was extremely surprised.

What's wrong with you, Wuse? Before we met, you kept calling me "little benefactor," and now you're calling me "little friend"?

How could our Shaolin monks change their expressions so quickly?

However, Shaolin is not a petty and narrow-minded place.

Now that Wang Jiuling has passed the first test, they must keep their agreement and let him challenge the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.

"Benefactor! Have you thought this through?"

"Fists and kicks have no eyes!"

Before entering the battle, Zen Master Tianming gave Wang Jiuling one last piece of advice.

Wang Jiuling knew it wouldn't be easy, but he didn't back down at all; he just made preparations.

Soon, Wang Jiuling was taken to the place where he had passed the test and saw the legendary Eighteen Bronze Men.

The eighteen golden-clad warrior monks exuded an imposing aura simply by standing there.

Wang Jiuling closed his eyes to sense it, but soon opened them, somewhat shocked.

Because in his perception, these were not eighteen people at all, but rather seemed like a single entity.

"Benefactor! If you can touch the stone pillar behind us, you will have successfully passed the test!"

The eighteen bronze figures spoke at the same time, their voices booming and deafening, their eyes like lightning, their aura astonishing.

Most people would probably feel weak in the knees just standing here.

Behind them, Zen Master Tianming and the others remained calm and composed.

From the very beginning, they didn't think Wang Jiuling had any chance of making it through.

Wang Jiuling drew his sword.

The next second, he stepped forward with a powerful stride and unleashed the Quanzhen Sword Technique, attacking the Eighteen Bronze Men.