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

Wang Jiuling's martial arts skills progressed at an alarming rate.

Especially after cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he went from being slightly stronger than Hao Datong to being able to fight Li Mochou head-on.

In other words, he almost skipped the stages of refining essence into qi and refining qi into spirit and stepped directly into refining spirit into emptiness.

Fast, but also extremely dangerous.

Unable to continue their journey, Master Yideng could only take Wang Jiuling to a nearby dilapidated temple, where they rested for the night before continuing their journey toward Zhongnan Mountain.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in front of the Quanzhen School's gate, Wang Jiuling looked at the gate with a sense of emotion.

He was gone for more than half a year and experienced many things, it really felt like a lifetime had passed.

Wang Jiuling's return is also a major event for the Quanzhen School.

After all, he was the number one martial arts master in three generations, and also the Sword-wielding Elder, not to mention that he returned with Master Yideng.

Chongyang Palace, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and Zhen Zhibing were all present.

"Master, you've come from afar! Why didn't you inform us beforehand? We could have welcomed you properly!"

"Jiuling! You too! In the past six months, you haven't sent a single letter home! Your master has been nagging you every day!"

Chongyang Palace suddenly became very lively. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who were usually stern and unsmiling, behaved like ordinary elders in front of their two disciples, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing.

In the past six months, Zhen Zhibing has become more composed and mature.

Since the Zhao Zhijing incident, with Wang Jiuling supporting the martial arts of the three generations, Zhen Zhibing has focused more on enlightenment and studying Taoist classics.

Now, every move he makes exudes the demeanor of a future leader.

"Junior brother! I finally understand why you were unwilling to become the sect leader..."

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen reminisced with Master Yideng, while Zhen Zhibing jokingly teased Wang Jiuling.

But when he saw the worry in Wang Jiuling's eyes, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Junior brother, is something on your mind?"

Wang Jiuling recalled many unpleasant things and hesitated whether to tell the Seven Masters of Quanzhen about Wang Chongyang.

After thinking about it, and seeing Master Yideng's meaningful glances, he realized it was best not to bring it up now.

So he simply informed Zhen Zhibing and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen of the information he had obtained from Wanyan Ping.

"What?"

Qiu Chuji was the first to step forward. "Jiuling! Your master and I do indeed plan to travel to Jiangnan this month!"

Ma Yu also frowned.

"But this matter is only known to us, Zhibing, and a few third-generation disciples. How could the Mongols have found out?"

Without Wang Jiuling even needing to mention it, the group exchanged glances and realized what was going on.

"Someone leaked the information!"

Everyone fell silent, because they were all thinking of one person: Zhao Zhijing.

But Zhao Zhijing's martial arts were crippled and he was thrown into the Cliff of Contemplation. How could he contact the Mongols?

There is currently no way to investigate this matter.

Wang Jiuling suggested that they go fishing again.

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji will pretend to be unaware of the situation, then feign leaving to lure the Mongols into a trap, at which point the traitor will inevitably be exposed.

Master Yideng also stepped forward and said that he could also pretend to leave Quanzhen first.

If any Mongolian masters come to our door at that time, Master Yideng will show them what true masters are.

"If I don't feign leaving, they might become wary!"

"Then find me a place to stay in the back mountains, so I can wait for them to come!"

As Master Yideng spoke, he gave Wang Jiuling a wink.

Wang Jiuling immediately understood that living in the back mountain was a way to take the opportunity to investigate Wang Chongyang.

He immediately spoke up as well.

"Master, fellow disciples, Master Yideng is a man of his word. It would be inappropriate for us to go against his good intentions!"

"This disciple often practices his skills in the back mountain; this is a good opportunity to entertain you, Master!"

Upon hearing this, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen also felt that it made sense and immediately thanked Master Yideng.

After everyone finished discussing, it was time for Master Yideng to feign leaving Quanzhen.

Wang Jiuling personally and swaggered off Master Yideng down the mountain.

The two remained somewhat silent on the way.

For Master Yideng, Quanzhen also had a responsibility to take care of him, simply because he had received the Innate Skill.

Master Yideng kept his promise.

The Quanzhen Sect is now beset by internal and external troubles, and the pressure from Wang Chongyang, the traitor, and the Mongols is certainly not a good sign.

"Amitabha! Zhongnan Mountain is a strategic location. The Mongol leadership will certainly not allow the Quanzhen School to remain entrenched here indefinitely, and they even intend to resist the Mongols!"

Master Yideng sighed, then looked at Wang Jiuling.

"If one day the Quanzhen School must make a choice, what do you think it should do?"

Master Yideng was not only asking about matters of Quanzhen.

He was also thinking about Dali.

To destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongols first had to destroy the Western Xia, then the Jin Dynasty, and finally the Dali Kingdom.

Then they surrounded the Southern Song Dynasty.

Now that only Dali remains of the Three Kingdoms, it is self-evident where the Mongols' military might will be directed.

Master Yideng was also concerned about the country.

Every family has its own troubles.

"Fight to the end!" Wang Jiuling said without hesitation.

"What if you can't defeat him by force?" Master Yideng asked again, and Wang Jiuling's answer remained straightforward:

"Being unable to resist and not resisting are two different things."

"It's not terrible for the campfire to go out; what's truly annihilated is the loss of the flame of resistance!"

Master Yideng nodded, agreeing with Wang Jiuling's idea.

After the two ended the conversation, Wang Jiuling escorted Master Yideng down the mountain in front of everyone, and then secretly brought him back to the back mountain via another path.

Even though Wang Jiuling brought Master Yideng to the western mountain peak where he often practiced his skills, Wang Chongyang still did not appear.

"Master! I think perhaps we could try a different approach?"

On the back mountain, Wang Jiuling put forward his idea.

"If the patriarch became like that because of the Innate Skill, then what must he have experienced in his lifetime?"

"If it's because of martial arts practice, then perhaps we should start investigating from the ancestral master's former residence at Chongyang Palace!"

Without hesitation, Wang Jiuling immediately went back to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen and requested permission to enter Wang Chongyang's former residence.

If an ordinary person made this request, even someone like Zhen Zhibing, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen would probably refuse.

But Wang Jiuling was different.

Wang Jiuling simply said that the Innate Skill had reached a bottleneck and that it was necessary to consult the patriarch's notes and the classic texts he frequently read. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen immediately reached a consensus.

Even if he wanted to take it to the western peak, that would be fine.

Though the Seven Masters of Quanzhen may seem rigid, they are never ambiguous when it comes to serious matters.

Wang Jiuling also asked the Seven Masters of Quanzhen to help him prepare classic texts on Taoist internal alchemy, which was agreed to.

Soon after, Wang Jiuling found a pile of various classic texts at Wang Chongyang's residence in Chongyang Palace, took them back, and analyzed them with Master Yideng.

Surprisingly, the two quickly realized something was amiss.