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

Wang Jiuling frowned and pondered for a moment.

"Tell me, if it is truly information of great importance to my Quanzhen School, I may consider it."

He judged that Wanyan Ping's martial arts skills were only at a second or third-rate level in the martial arts world. In the original novel, Yang Guo was able to give her a few pointers so that she could defeat Yelü Qi.

With my martial arts skills, a few pointers would be enough to help her improve.

It's not a big deal.

Wanyan Ping hesitated at first, fearing that Wang Jiuling would disagree after hearing the intelligence.

But upon further reflection, I felt relieved.

Well, even if the other party is unwilling after I tell them, it's still a way of repaying their life-saving grace.

Wanyan Ping agreed, and the two of them simply walked and talked.

"I overheard this a few days ago while gathering intelligence, during a conversation between a Mongol official and someone at Tongguan!"

"They received news that the Danyang Zhenren and Changchun Zhenren of the Quanzhen School were about to leave Quanzhen for Jiangnan."

"Therefore, they prepared to gather Mongol masters to attack the Quanzhen Sect!"

Wang Jiuling frowned upon hearing Wanyan Ping's words.

"Then do you know where they got their intelligence?"

Wanyan Ping shook her head.

"My benefactor, I was discovered before I could finish listening, but judging from the meaning of their words, it's highly likely that..."

At this point, Wanyan Ping hesitated, as if it was difficult to say it aloud.

"Please speak freely, young lady!" Wang Jiuling said, and Wanyan Ping then replied:

"It's highly likely there's a traitor within the Quanzhen School! It's just that the way Han Chinese names are pronounced in Mongolian is slightly different, so I didn't hear clearly who it was!"

Wang Jiuling took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

The traitor and the Mongols colluded to attack Quanzhen while Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, the two most powerful figures, were away.

This plan is most likely not something Wanyan Ping made up.

Who is the mole?

Was it Zhao Zhijing, who was thrown into the Cliff of Repentance? Or was it someone else entirely?

Wanyan Ping looked at Wang Jiuling nervously, worried that the information was insufficient. Wang Jiuling turned to look at her.

"This information is very important to Quanzhen!"

"I promise you, I can teach you martial arts! However, I have urgent business to attend to at the moment."

"Young lady, you can wait for me at Tongguan. I always keep my word, and I will fulfill my promise after I have dealt with this urgent matter!"

Wang Jiuling would not break his promise, but matters must be prioritized.

When Wanyan Ping saw that Wang Jiuling had agreed, her face immediately lit up with joy, and she thanked him profusely.

She didn't doubt that Wang Jiuling was lying to her. He was in such a hurry to leave just now, and now that he had information about her, he naturally had to go first.

The two agreed on a way to contact each other at Tongguan, and Wang Jiuling headed directly towards Jingzhao Prefecture.

Once you pass through Jingzhao Prefecture, you will reach Zhongnan Mountain.

As Wanyan Ping watched Wang Jiuling's departing figure, a hope she had never felt before ignited in her heart.

Wang Jiuling's righteous spirit was genuine, and Wanyan Ping knew that her revenge was finally within reach.

Meanwhile, Wang Jiuling continued his journey towards Zhongnan Mountain.

He had already passed through Jingzhao Prefecture.

It was already getting dark, and Wang Jiuling needed to reach the small town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain before it got completely dark.

In the woods, the air began to cool as the sun set.

Wang Jiuling was walking through the forest when he suddenly stopped.

The hairs on his arms stood on end; this was a martial artist's natural instinct.

Wang Jiuling didn't turn around, but he could clearly feel a cold, malevolent gaze.

For some reason, Wang Jiuling suddenly remembered what Master Yideng had said at Shaolin Temple.

[Just one glance from him made this old monk feel as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast...]

At this moment, Wang Jiuling finally truly felt that gaze.

Cold, greedy, insane.

It was all malicious.

Wang Jiuling dared not turn back; reason was frantically warning him: Go back to Zhongnan Mountain!

Before he could move an inch, a hoarse and shrill voice drifted into his ears.

"What did that old monk say to you? Tell me..."

It's here, it's finally here.

Wang Jiuling was all too familiar with that aged voice.

He heard it every day on the western peak of Zhongnan Mountain, and it was Wang Chongyang.

Wang Jiuling was still feeling fortunate that the other party hadn't made a move, and even comforted himself by thinking that perhaps Master Yideng had made a mistake.

But unexpectedly, just as he was about to return to Zhongnan Mountain, something still happened.

He sighed and turned around anyway.

In the woods not far away, a figure stood in the dim light. The person took a step, but there was not a sound when he stepped on the ground.

Taking a few steps closer, I could finally see his face clearly.

Aged, with dry skin.

It was Wang Chongyang.

However, he was no longer the cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside Patriarch Chongyang who taught Wang Jiuling martial arts on Zhongnan Mountain.

At this moment, his eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot, and his gaze was fixed intently on Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling's gaze darkened, and the innate Nine Yang True Qi within his body began to circulate wildly.

"Master Yideng said that he sensed an evil person following his disciple, intending to harm him..."

"I never expected to meet the Patriarch here. This disciple no longer needs to fear that wicked man."

[If he asks you about it in the future, do not lie to him.] This was Master Yideng's warning.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Chongyang's eyes showed a slight change, as if he had a moment of clarity.

That was a struggle, a dilemma.

Just as hope began to rise in Wang Jiuling's heart, Wang Chongyang quickly recovered.

"hehe..."

"Good...you've mastered the Innate Skill to a high level..."

"Come here...let this old man take a look..."

Wang Chongyang gave a forced smile and approached Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling retreated without making a sound.

"Why is Master in such a hurry? Why not wait until we return to Zhongnan Mountain, and then I will let you see for yourself clearly."

"I told you to come here!" The next second, Wang Chongyang disappeared from his spot, and Wang Jiuling only felt an extremely terrifying pressure coming from the front.

Wang Chongyang was already in front of him.

It was just like a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

Wang Jiuling's protective true energy reacted almost instantly, trying to protect its master.

But with just one slap from Wang Chongyang, Wang Jiuling's inner energy was almost immediately dissipated.

The second palm struck him squarely.

Wang Jiuling's pupils contracted, and his body flew backward more than ten steps before crashing to the ground.

Blood spurted from his mouth, and the flow of internal energy within his body became somewhat sluggish.

Wang Jiuling felt despair.

How can we fight like this?

Wang Jiuling was confident that even if Master Yideng wanted to deal with him in his current state, it would take at least three to five moves, if not a great deal of effort.

He is slightly better than Li Mochou.

But in front of Wang Chongyang, his true energy was broken in the second move?

No wonder that after Master Yideng was injured, even the Shaolin Temple dared not approach him again, and had to send a message through Wu Santong.

Wang Chongyang walked forward step by step, his eyes piercing the darkness with a cold light.

"Good! Your internal energy is well-trained... It's enough... It's enough!"