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

When the two bronze figures went into disarray, it triggered a chain reaction, and everyone else started to panic as well.

As the battle raged on, everyone was surprised to find that Wang Jiuling was actually able to find weaknesses in the Bronze Man Formation.

The smile on Zen Master Tianming's face disappeared and moved to the face of Master Yideng.

Master Wuse was both unwilling to see the Shaolin Temple's formation broken and very much looking forward to seeing it.

Zzzzz!

Once again, just as the eighteen bronze figures thought Wang Jiuling was about to change his move, his sword thrust straight at one of the bronze figures on his left.

By the time the eighteen bronze men tried to change their formation, it was too late.

Wang Jiuling's sword was held across the neck of the bronze figure, and the other bronze figures behind him had no time to provide support.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone stared in shock at what was happening.

The eighteen bronze men also stopped their attack.

Because they understood that if it were a life-or-death duel, Wang Jiuling would have already killed one of them.

If eighteen people couldn't stop Wang Jiuling, how much less effective would a formation be if one person were missing?

"Alright! Stop it, everyone!"

Zen Master Tianming's face was still filled with shock. He stepped forward and looked at Wang Jiuling with a complicated expression.

"Benefactor! You have won!"

Wang Jiuling put down his sword.

Others also came up, their expressions varied. The most excited was Zen Master Wuse, whose face was full of admiration for Wang Jiuling.

He reminisced about the challenge while praising it.

"Okay! Okay!"

"First, a feigned attack was launched, and several hours were spent familiarizing myself with the operation of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, and memorizing all the moves and variations of the bronze men!"

"Then, through unbelievable changes in tactics, they actively manipulate the formation to break it!"

"Young friend! Well done!"

Wang Jiuling was also extremely exhausted at this moment. This challenge had not only consumed his physical strength and true energy, but also his mental energy.

"I won by sheer luck!"

He bowed to the group of people.

Apart from Zen Master Tianming, everyone else at Shaolin Temple sighed and shook their heads silently.

The Seventh Elder of Chanxin Hall wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words, so he could only close his eyes and not look at Wang Jiuling.

Zen Master Tianming still displayed the demeanor of an abbot.

"Amitabha! Now that you have passed the test, Shaolin Temple keeps its word!"

"It is getting late. Please go and rest. Tomorrow, after bathing, changing clothes, and fasting, you may enter our temple's scripture pavilion!"

Wang Jiuling was also very tired and not in a hurry, so after expressing his gratitude, he followed the two young monks to rest and have some vegetarian food.

Behind them, watching Wang Jiuling and Master Yideng leave, Zen Master Wuse gave Zen Master Tianming a meaningful look.

"Abbot! Young friend Wang's talent and temperament are truly a once-in-a-century genius!"

"Having discussed philosophy and played chess with him, I feel that he has a special connection with some of the monks in our temple!"

"Abbot! Why don't we talk to him tomorrow? If he's willing to join our Shaolin Temple, that would be a truly fortunate thing!"

When asked about his inner thoughts, Wang Jiuling's words were something that Zen Master Wuse could never forget.

Master Wuse was born into a bandit family in his early years. He was a forthright and generous person, but he was also the most insightful in seeing through people's hearts.

Wang Jiuling's pure and innocent heart made him cherish his talent.

Zen Master Tianming was still savoring the image of Wang Jiuling breaking through the formation when he heard this, and immediately shook his head.

"No! He is a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, and also the sect's Sword-Holding Elder!"

"Even if our Shaolin Temple cherishes talent, how could we shamelessly try to recruit people like this?"

"Our Shaolin Temple is a prestigious and righteous sect, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Zen Master Tianming thought Zen Master Wuse had gone completely mad.

He's just a genius, why would you risk Shaolin's reputation to win him over?

It makes it seem like my Shaolin Temple is deserted!

He truly could not understand Zen Master Wuse's feelings; that game of chess left Zen Master Wuse with a lingering, unforgettable feeling, as if something was scratching at his heart.

What is first impression? This is first impression.

"Amitabha..."

The next morning, Wang Jiuling bathed and changed his clothes, then prepared to go to Jingxin Hall.

He is fasting today.

Only after that could one enter the Sutra Repository. This wasn't because Shaolin Temple was making things difficult for him; it was because everyone had to go through this process before entering the Sutra Repository.

Originally, he was supposed to fast for three days, but the Shaolin Temple changed it to one day because he was an outsider and not used to it.

Just before he left, he met with Master Yideng.

Master Yideng said that he would leave Shaolin tomorrow, and Wang Jiuling would be unable to see him at the Sutra Pavilion.

"Benefactor, you must remember the matter I have entrusted to you!"

At this moment, Master Yideng's entrustment weighed heavily on Wang Jiuling's mind.

He understood that Master Yideng's statement, "If I am fine," meant that he was prepared for something bad to happen.

Since his transmigration, Master Yideng has been the only one, besides Wang Chuyi, who has helped him unconditionally.

Master Yideng said that for him, the Innate Skill represents responsibility.

"Master! If this implicates you, how will I face you in the future?"

Master Yideng remained smiling in response to Wang Jiuling's words.

"Some things, once they happen, are destined!"

"Young benefactor, do not worry, please stay here!"

After saying this, Master Yideng left without giving Wang Jiuling a chance to express his gratitude.

He really didn't seem to care much.

Wang Jiuling could only watch helplessly as he took the risk. After a long silence, he gave a bitter smile and said, "Let's practice our martial arts first..."

The next day, Master Yideng left, and Wang Jiuling successfully entered the Sutra Repository.

"Benefactor! You may browse the books in the Sutra Repository for the next three days, but under no circumstances shall you take any scriptures with you!"

"Whatever skills you learn from the Sutra Repository in these three days, Shaolin will not interfere!"

After instructing Wang Jiuling on the rules, Zen Master Tianming allowed Jueyuan, the keeper of the Sutra Repository, to lead Wang Jiuling into the Sutra Repository.

"This way, please, benefactor!"

Inside the Sutra Repository, Jueyuan led Wang Jiuling inside, while Wang Jiuling observed him from behind.

Master Jueyuan, a master who kept his true abilities hidden in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion.

In the original story, he was the first to discover the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Later, when the Lankavatara Sutra was stolen, he took the young Zhang Junbao down the mountain to search for it, and eventually died from exhaustion.

This is a kind person who is naive and unsophisticated, yet wise beyond his years.

At this time, Jueyuan was only in his thirties and appeared somewhat honest and dull, completely unaware that Wang Jiuling was sizing him up.

"Esteemed benefactor! Which scripture would you like to read? If you know the title, this humble monk can fetch it for you!"

Wang Jiuling waved his hand.

"Master, no need. I'll choose for myself."

Wang Jiuling remained wary, unsure whether Master Jueyuan had discovered the Nine Yang Divine Skill at this moment.

If I were to directly bring up the Lankavatara Sutra, it might arouse his suspicion.

Master Jueyuan is very rigid in his nature. If someone is deemed to have impure intentions by him, there may be trouble.

Jueyuan didn't think much of it, bowed, and left. "There's no need for such formality, benefactor. This humble monk is unworthy of the title 'Master.' If you need anything, please feel free to call upon me!"

In the time that followed, Wang Jiuling perused some Buddhist scriptures, and it wasn't until noon that he pretended to unconsciously find the Lankavatara Sutra.

Wang Jiuling assumed that Jueyuan would not doubt it, and only then did he begin to study the Lankavatara Sutra.

Soon, he discovered the Nine Yang Divine Skill written in tiny, fly-head-sized characters between the lines of the scripture.

Just as Wang Jiuling was overjoyed and took it closer for a careful examination, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Sir, did you notice the small print in this Lankavatara Sutra?"

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