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

Some demons and monsters are about to emerge; Wang Jiuling's sword has been waiting for them for a long time.

The Quanzhen Sect was as usual, and even today the guards in front of the mountain gate were slightly lax.

Yesterday, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji descended the mountain through the main gate in front of everyone.

Apart from the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Master Yideng, Wang Jiuling, and Zhen Zhibing, no one else knew the inside story.

With Ma Yu gone, Zhen Zhibing naturally became the acting headmaster.

In Chongyang Palace, Zhen Zhibing gathered the disciples of the third generation and announced his first order as acting headmaster.

That means organizing an "exam".

He examined the learning outcomes of all his disciples, but this immediately aroused the confusion of others.

Li Zhichang was the first to stand up.

"Acting Headmaster! The year-end examinations are less than two months away. Is it inappropriate to hold the exams now?"

Li Zhichang's words basically represented the thoughts of the other three generations of disciples.

They didn't understand what Zhen Zhibing was up to. With the year-end competition about to begin, why did he have to go to such lengths at this crucial time?

"Yes, acting headmaster! Such a large-scale operation requires a huge investment of both funds and manpower. Please reconsider, senior brother!"

Strangely, two third-generation disciples also raised different opinions.

"Fellow disciples! Since our acting headmaster has done this, he must have his reasons. It's just a test, so we don't need to get too excited."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!"

One of these two third-generation disciples is Zhang Zhilin, who has now completed his six-month period of seclusion.

The guy who ambushed Wang Jiuling on the stage back then.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling, who was standing next to Zhen Zhibing, exchanged a glance with Zhen Zhibing.

Zhen Zhibing immediately understood and used the two men's words to insist on his own ideas.

Just as the disciples were discussing among themselves, Wang Jiuling stepped forward.

"Fellow disciples!"

His words represented absolute martial prowess among the third-generation disciples, and everyone fell silent.

Wang Jiuling spoke calmly:

"My acting headmaster's actions are also for the sake of my Quanzhen Sect!"

"The world is in turmoil, and our Quanzhen sect is surrounded by enemies! It's just a sudden test, yet you're all so afraid of this and that."

"What if a formidable enemy confronts us one day? Should we negotiate and let the enemy return at the end of the year?"

"Rather than an exam, consider this a rehearsal for future crises!"

Upon seeing Wang Jiuling's statement, the third-generation disciples looked at each other in confusion.

Standing at the front, Li Zhichang muttered to himself, thinking that his junior brother Jiuling was always calm and reliable in his dealings with others.

He almost never acts without a purpose.

Could there be another hidden story, just like with Zhao Zhijing's case last time?

Li Zhichang was a rigid man, but also very clever. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

He then began to take the lead in agreeing.

Soon, the other three generations of disciples also agreed, and the matter was settled.

However, everyone still had doubts in their eyes.

It is clear that Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling's actions of launching a major campaign upon taking power for the first time have displeased many people.

If this matter is not handled properly, the prestige of Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling will certainly be greatly affected.

Below, Zhang Zhilin and another third-generation disciple who had agreed to the matter first exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep meaning.

Little did they know that Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing had been watching all of this.

"Junior brother! If we do this, will the Mongols really take the bait?"

After everyone else left, only Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing remained in Chongyang Palace.

Zhen Zhibing was somewhat suspicious, but Wang Jiuling just chuckled.

"Hehe, with the departure of Master Uncle and Uncle Qiu, the two most skilled martial artists, Quanzhen is about to hold an exam at this time, which will require a large-scale mobilization of personnel."

"Such a golden opportunity, unless they're fools, they'll definitely take it!"

Zhen Zhibing was still a little worried, saying that it might not be good if he didn't even tell Li Zhichang about this, as it might affect the unity of the Quanzhen School.

Wang Jiuling waved his hand to comfort Zhen Zhibing.

"Why should you worry, senior brother? If you're afraid that senior brother Zhichang will be unhappy, then let me be the bad guy."

"Senior brother! You are the future sect leader. As the saying goes, 'A merciful person cannot command an army.' No matter how benevolent and kind you are, you must not lose your dignity!"

"You're the senior disciple, but you're also the acting sect leader!"

"If you don't want to be the bad guy, senior brother, then I won't hold back and will do it for you!"

In fact, Wang Jiuling did not dislike Zhen Zhibing's kind nature.

If Quanzhen wants to prosper in the future, those in power cannot be solely benevolent or only know how to use force.

Both must be combined.

Just like Ma Yu's benevolence combined with Qiu Chuji's military assistance, everyone was able to unite and be convinced.

Zhen Zhibing is the future Ma Yu, while Wang Jiuling is the sharpest sword in Quanzhen.

He doesn't mind settling things with force; mercy? That's what Zhen Zhibing should do.

Upon hearing Wang Jiuling's words, the confusion in Zhen Zhibing's eyes faded, and he felt a surge of emotion:

I am truly fortunate to have such a junior brother to assist me. The ancients were right: by reflecting on others, one can understand one's own strengths and weaknesses!

"Junior brother is right. Senior brother should take responsibility for everything. When the time comes, you and I will personally explain to Junior Brother Zhichang!"

The Quanzhen School held an unprecedentedly grand examination this time.

The two days were spent setting up the examination venue and compiling and assigning students.

All third and fourth generation disciples participated.

As a result, the guards on the roads leading up the mountain were relaxed.

Nobody noticed.

The venue for this exam has changed somewhat. If you look down from above, you'll see that although the disciples are all gathered together, the various exam rooms subtly surround Chongyang Palace.

Only the main road leading to Chongyang Palace was open.

It's like a pocket, just waiting for someone to crawl into it.

In the martial arts arena in front of Chongyang Palace, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing stood on the stage, presiding over the examination.

The seemingly peaceful Quanzhen School is about to descend into chaos.

Looking at the group of Quanzhen disciples below, Wang Jiuling's heart was filled with killing intent:

"It seems that someone is colluding with the enemy, no matter how many times they go left or right. It seems that the sect leader and all the senior masters are too lenient."

"Now that I am the Sword-Holding Elder, you'd better not let me capture you..."

The Quanzhen Sect may seem stable now, but in reality, it is on the verge of collapse.

Wang Jiuling was a member of the Quanzhen School in this life, and this was his home. He felt it was necessary to cleanse the Quanzhen School of its poison.

Let's see which fool will jump out.

This time, even the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen won't be able to stop him from killing!

...

Cliff of Repentance.

Today, Zhao Zhijing has disheveled hair, a weathered face, and wears coarse linen clothes, looking extremely decadent.

"Dinner's ready!!"

A sound rang out, and then a broken bowl was placed at the entrance of the cave.

Zhao Zhijing shifted his body, picked up the broken bowl, but did not eat immediately.

Instead, he reached into the bottom of the bowl, pulled out a slip of paper, and opened it.

"The time has come, the defenses are weak, I have sent word, remember your promise!"

Zhao Zhijing laughed as he stuffed the note into his mouth, his dusty face contorted in a grimace.

The sound in his throat was dry and unpleasant.

"Hehehe! You think that by destroying me, Quanzhen will become yours?"

"Dream on! Not killing me is your biggest mistake!"

"What I can't have, I'll destroy together!"

"Wang Jiuling! You're dead! You're dead!!!"