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

Wang Jiuling still didn't want to sit and wait for his death, so he circulated his inner energy and tried to get away from Wang Chongyang.

But if he knew the Golden Goose Skill, then Wang Chongyang certainly did too.

Wang Chongyang's true energy was truly vast, like a boundless ocean, unfathomable.

Soon, Wang Jiuling was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Wang Chongyang, and his long sword was knocked away and stuck into a tree trunk in the distance.

This is a real death crisis.

Even when Wang Jiuling was being hunted down by Li Mochou, he was not this powerless.

There was really no other choice.

If he had listened to Master Yideng and stayed at Shaolin Temple, perhaps his life wouldn't have been in danger.

But Wang Jiuling didn't want that kind of pathetic, wretched existence.

Now that he is about to die in front of Zhongnan Mountain, he has no regrets.

The choices you make are your own; there's no need to complain or blame others.

Wang Jiuling really wanted to understand how the wise and righteous Patriarch Chongyang could have become like this.

Wang Jiuling felt himself rising into the air.

Wang Chongyang sat cross-legged, while Wang Jiuling hung upside down, head to head with Wang Chongyang, suspended in mid-air.

He couldn't speak, but he could hear Wang Chongyang's frantic voice.

"People today desire immortality...those who renounce the mortal world are utterly foolish...they do not understand reason?"

"That's bullshit!!"

"Otherwise, what kind of path would I be cultivating?!"

At this moment, Wang Chongyang's state was extremely strange. His body was surging with terrifying true energy, and Wang Jiuling above him felt his own true energy being stirred up as well.

It flows out from the Baihui acupoint and then enters Wang Chongyang's body through the Baihui acupoint.

Wang Chongyang's true energy also entered Wang Jiuling's body in this way, surging through his meridians.

Wang Jiuling repeatedly used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to resist, but it did not have much effect.

"Grandmaster..." Wang Jiuling felt his consciousness becoming blurred, and he forced out two words.

Wang Chongyang, who was below, was taken aback when he heard Wang Jiuling call him patriarch.

There was pain and struggle in his eyes, but the madness on his face did not subside.

His aged, tree-bark-like skin trembled.

The innate Nine Yang True Qi in Wang Jiuling was being pushed through the body by Wang Chongyang's True Qi, circulating throughout his body.

It entered Wang Chongyang's body through the Baihui acupoint and then flowed back through the Baihui acupoint.

But at this moment, Wang Chongyang's expression became distorted, and his words became incoherent:

"It didn't work? How could that be?! Why didn't it work?!"

"No, no, no! That's not right! This is all an illusion! It's all fake!"

It's just a story! It's wishful thinking on your part! You've been blinded by your obsession!

"No!"

Wang Chongyang went completely mad; his eyes were bloodshot, and he threw Wang Jiuling to the ground.

"I understand! We need dead people! You have to die!"

Wang Jiuling, who had just caught his breath after falling to the ground, had not yet had time to calm the turbulent true energy within him when he felt an unprecedented killing intent.

That was the killing intent emanating from Wang Chongyang.

"Master! Don't you recognize your disciple?!" Wang Jiuling was truly at a loss for what to do.

Wang Chongyang has gone mad; you can't stop him, you can't beat him, and you can't escape him.

Wang Jiuling could only try to bring Wang Chongyang to his senses.

Wang Chongyang, with his hair disheveled, had already reached out to grab Wang Jiuling, but stopped in his tracks at Wang Jiuling's call.

He clutched his head and roared in anger.

His mouth was full of incomprehensible words.

"what!"

"Kid, hurry up! Go back to Zhongnan Mountain!!"

A roar echoed through the mountains and forests. The next second, Wang Chongyang raised his hand, which was supposed to strike Wang Jiuling, but instead turned around and slammed his palm hard on his own forehead.

He was knocked to the ground by his own actions.

"Master!" Wang Jiuling's pupils dilated and his heart almost stopped when he saw this scene.

At this moment, he was finally certain that the person in front of him was still the same Master Chongyang who taught him martial arts in Zhongnan Mountain.

The patriarch did not really want to harm him.

Just then, a figure rushed out from the woods behind them, came to Wang Jiuling, and lifted him up.

Wang Chongyang suddenly looked up and struck out with his palm. Master Yideng responded with his own palm, but did not linger in the fight. Instead, he used the force of the blow to lift Wang Jiuling and retreat.

When Wang Jiuling looked up, he saw Master Yideng. At that moment, Master Yideng had already carried him and swept him to the side for over a hundred meters, widening the distance between him and Wang Chongyang.

Surprisingly, Wang Chongyang did not chase after him. Instead, he shook his head vigorously and then disappeared into the distance like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from their sight.

The direction Wang Chongyang left was Zhongnan Mountain.

"Amitabha!" Master Yideng clasped his hands together and sighed.

Wang Jiuling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pursed his lips, and looked in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Master... what happened to our patriarch?"

Master Yideng silently shook his head. "This old monk doesn't know either, but it's probably related to the Innate Skill!"

"We need to get back to Zhongnan Mountain as soon as possible; the answer must be there!"

The rest could be discussed on the way. Wang Jiuling and Master Yideng used their lightness skills to hurry on their way.

Although Wang Chongyang had stopped, Wang Jiuling was still injured and his internal energy was in disarray, so Master Yideng took him with him.

On the way, after Master Yideng explained it to Wang Jiuling, he finally understood.

Master Yideng tried to lure Wang Chongyang but failed, guessing that the other party had returned to the vicinity of Shaolin Temple.

Although Master Yideng dared not approach, he did not go far either, and instead stayed on the road from Shaolin Temple back to Zhongnan Mountain.

After Wang Jiuling left, Wu Santong went to inform Master Yideng. Master Yideng was afraid that Wang Jiuling would be in danger alone, so he hurried back.

That's when they happened to witness Wang Chongyang attacking Wang Jiuling.

Fortunately, Master Yideng was staying on the way from the mountains to Zhongnan Mountain, otherwise he really wouldn't have made it in time.

"My lord! You truly have walked through the gates of hell!"

Master Yideng shook his head as he hurried along. "Perhaps Master Chongyang has long wanted you to return to Zhongnan Mountain, but I haven't been able to figure out the reason until now!"

He pointed in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain.

"He probably has some mental issues; he can't leave Zhongnan Mountain for too long, yet he doesn't know why he's following you!"

"When he was away from Zhongnan Mountain, he was almost completely out of control! But now that he's close to Zhongnan Mountain, he's actually managing to stop himself before he hurts you!"

"If you don't return to Zhongnan Mountain, he'll likely become increasingly out of control! Once that happens, even I won't be able to do anything about him!"

"Luckily, you were decisive enough to set off back immediately!"

"Any later...and things might get complicated!"

Wang Jiuling was shocked. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it made sense. The paper ball, and the fact that Patriarch Chongyang would rather hurt himself than hit him.

"Ugh!"

Wang Jiuling sighed. Now, their only option was to return to Zhongnan Mountain as quickly as possible. "Master! We must hurry!"

At this moment, Master Yideng, who had been holding Wang Jiuling's wrist and leading him, paused and stopped.

"Please wait a moment, benefactor!"

He then placed his fingers directly on Wang Jiuling's pulse, and his expression quickly became extremely solemn.

"Um?"

Then he looked up and stared at Wang Jiuling in surprise.

"Benefactor! How have you been traveling these past few days?"

Wang Jiuling was taken aback, wondering why Master Yideng was asking this, but he still answered.

"Reporting to Master! This junior used my lightness skill to travel day and night without stopping! But Master need not worry, this junior has plenty of energy!"

Master Yideng shook his head in sudden realization after hearing this.

"My lord! Haven't you noticed? Your physical strength has been greatly depleted!"

"It's just that your inner energy is inexhaustible and exceptionally powerful for some reason, which might give you the illusion that you're not tired!"

"If you don't stop now, you might actually work yourself to death!"

These words were like a sudden awakening, causing Wang Jiuling's mind to explode with a bang.

He suddenly remembered the drawbacks of the Nine Yang Divine Skill in the original work.

Before mastering the technique, although the internal energy is abundant, it is easy to deplete it excessively when using it because the method of circulating energy is not yet fully mastered.

The powerful internal energy can create an illusion, and one may not even realize they are exhausted in the end.

Master Jueyuan's original fate was to die from exhaustion.

He hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate his breathing, but he was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His internal energy was still abundant, but he had long felt an emptiness in his lower dantian, though he was unaware of it.

Only when I focused my mind on my lower dantian did I realize this.

But this is very strange. If it were Jueyuan, he himself would not know the drawbacks of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which is understandable.

But Wang Jiuling knew this clearly, so why did he still fall into the trap?

Master Yideng watched Wang Jiuling from the side, a look of shock flashing in his eyes, and thought to himself:

"What kind of martial arts has this young benefactor cultivated? How could his innate true energy have accumulated to such a terrifying level in just a few months?"

His innate skill may have reached the upper dantian, and he's refining his spirit to return to emptiness without realizing it; he's got a mental problem...

As it turned out, Wang Jiuling had underestimated the terrifying power of combining the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Innate Skill...

(The training issue won't affect the protagonist's strength; he'll still have a great time, so don't worry, brothers.)