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

Wang Jiuling had excellent eyesight. As he moved closer, he discovered that the Mongol cavalry were chasing a woman.

However, they weren't unable to catch up; they were simply toying with each other.

The woman, holding a long sword, knew she couldn't escape, but she didn't intend to give up. Instead, she took the initiative to attack.

Her martial arts skills were clearly not very good; she was quickly knocked to the ground by a Mongol cavalryman using a whip.

When he got up, there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

The horse's hoof was about to trample the woman.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jiuling unhesitatingly channeled his inner energy and roared.

"stop!"

The dozen or so Mongol cavalrymen were startled and immediately turned their horses around to look behind them.

Wang Jiuling floated lightly on the tree branch, his gaze icy.

Upon seeing this, the Mongol cavalry immediately became alert.

The leading centurion narrowed his eyes and, instead of ordering his men to charge, spoke up, asking in Chinese.

"Who are you!?"

Wang Jiuling didn't answer, but coldly said, "Release that woman, and I'll let you leave!"

If this were in the wild, Wang Jiuling would have already taken action.

However, this place is not far from Tongguan. If a dozen or so Mongol cavalrymen die here, the Mongol high command will not let it go.

When Wang Jiuling leaves, the people of Tongguan will be in big trouble.

Wang Jiuling was decisive in killing, but he wouldn't kill indiscriminately without thinking.

He deliberately displayed his light-footed skills in an attempt to intimidate the Mongol cavalry and make them back down.

There's a reason why the Mongol army was able to overwhelm the Southern Song army.

These Mongol cavalrymen were clearly battle-hardened veterans, with unwavering willpower and valiant fighting skills. How could they possibly be intimidated by a single sentence?

The squad leader looked at Wang Jiuling, snorted coldly, and raised his hand.

A dozen or so Mongol cavalrymen immediately reached for their bows and arrows; they clearly had no intention of retreating.

Wang Jiuling sighed inwardly, knowing that if he couldn't rely on literature, he would have to resort to martial arts.

With a light tap of his foot, he activated the Golden Goose Technique, and his figure charged directly into the air towards more than a dozen Mongol cavalrymen.

"Form ranks! Fire!"

At the command of the centurion, half of the cavalry drew their bows and nocked their arrows, while the other half immediately dispersed to prepare to flank Wang Jiuling.

They underestimated Wang Jiuling.

If it were an army of more than a hundred men, Wang Jiuling would definitely turn around and leave, but he didn't take a mere dozen or so men seriously.

Arrows came flying at him, but Wang Jiuling's true energy surged in the air. He spun around, and his protective true energy deflected several arrows, changing their direction.

Turning around again, Wang Jiuling had already spun around, grabbed several arrows, and pounced on several Mongol cavalrymen who were shooting arrows like a roc spreading its wings.

He then hurled the arrow in his hand, piercing the necks of three Mongol cavalrymen.

The next second, he had already placed his toes on the horse's head in front of the centurion, standing there looking down at the centurion.

He drew his longsword and pointed it at his face.

Even the seasoned centurion was stunned by Wang Jiuling's fluid and effortless attack.

The surrounding Mongol cavalrymen, seeing their commander being pointed at with a sword, were momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Can we talk properly now?" Wang Jiuling asked, and the squad leader quickly nodded.

He's not stupid; he knows he's met his match.

Wang Jiuling glanced around at the remaining Mongol cavalry, his tone icy.

"You've seen my martial arts skills."

"I'm sparing your lives today. Go back and tell your commander that if he dares to retaliate against the people of Tongguan because of this, I won't hesitate to make a trip to your camp and take his head!"

Wang Jiuling killed three Mongol soldiers, which made the Mongols wary of him, but if he killed them all now, the problem would escalate.

The people of Tongguan will suffer.

The captain nodded vigorously; he had, of course, seen just how terrifying Wang Jiuling's martial arts were.

"roll!"

Soon, the captain led the remaining Mongol soldiers to escape.

Not far away, the woman stared blankly at this scene, seemingly shocked by Wang Jiuling's terrifying martial arts skills.

But she quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly thanked Wang Jiuling.

"Thank you, my savior, for saving my life!"

Wang Jiuling nodded slightly.

The woman's face still had mud on it from when she fell, and blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Wang Jiuling looking at her, she wiped her face somewhat embarrassedly.

The woman was indeed beautiful, with a heroic air about her.

But Wang Jiuling didn't have time to pay attention to that. He turned around and found some money on the corpses of the three Mongol soldiers. He took some for himself as travel expenses and handed some to the woman.

"No need to thank me. You're injured; take the money yourself and go to Tongguan to find a doctor!"

He then prepared to leave immediately.

The woman quickly caught up.

"My benefactor! Please leave your name so I can repay your life-saving grace!"

Wang Jiuling was in a hurry to get going, so he just waved his hand.

"I am Wang Jiuling of the Quanzhen Sect. There's no need for repayment. Young lady, you should go and heal your injuries!"

Unexpectedly, when the woman heard the words "Quanzhen Sect," she paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something. Before Wang Jiuling could use his lightness skill, she quickly blocked his way.

"My benefactor, please wait!"

She then knelt down directly in front of Wang Jiuling.

"My benefactor, I beg you to teach me martial arts!"

The woman's sudden action left Wang Jiuling somewhat puzzled about her intentions.

Seeing Wang Jiuling frown, the woman quickly explained.

"My benefactor! My name is Wanyan Ping. I have a blood feud with that Mongol and wanted revenge. When I was gathering information, I alerted the Mongol soldiers and was hunted down!"

"This humble woman is incompetent in martial arts and has no hope of revenge. I hope my benefactor can teach me martial arts so that I can avenge this blood feud!"

Her face was full of pleading.

"My benefactor, I recently overheard a major plot by the Mongols against the Quanzhen Sect. If you would teach me martial arts, I'm willing to exchange this information!"

It turned out that this woman was none other than Wanyan Ping, the princess of the fallen Jin dynasty.

She attempted to assassinate Yelü Chucai multiple times but failed, lamenting that she had no hope of revenge.

Today, while being chased by Mongol soldiers, I witnessed Wang Jiuling's terrifying martial arts skills and originally only wanted to be his benefactor.

But when she heard that the other party was from the Quanzhen School, she remembered the great conspiracy of the Mongols that she had heard about, and she knew that she had encountered an opportunity.

If she could learn even a fraction of the skill from such a master, how could she not kill Yelü Chucai?

Wang Jiuling then began to carefully examine the woman in front of him.

Is this really Wanyan Ping?

Wang Jiuling, of course, knew this princess of a fallen kingdom from the original story, and thought to himself how coincidental it was.

But he quickly realized what was happening and frowned as he asked.

"Is what the young lady said true? A conspiracy by the Mongols against the Quanzhen School?"

When Wanyan Ping saw that Wang Jiuling was interested, she immediately nodded.

"He is truly my benefactor! I swear this!"

(The biggest misunderstanding in the world:)

Reader: I don't think it'll be a problem if I'm not there. I'll just take care of the book.

(Author's note: No one reads my book, so I'm going to stop updating it.)