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

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen left, departing decisively without even leaving a single command.

Now, a smile appeared on Wang Jiuling's face.

He turned to look at the traitors in the corner.

"Guards! Take him away!"

The disciples of the Sword-Wielding Hall arrived and took the traitor away, awaiting Wang Jiuling's final judgment.

Zhao Zhijing was completely exhausted and had to be dragged away by the disciples of the Sword-Holding Hall.

The next day, in front of Chongyang Palace.

At this moment, all the third-generation disciples, as well as many fourth-generation disciples, have gathered here.

They were lined up neatly, as if waiting for someone.

Disciples occasionally whispered among themselves.

"Sigh! Darba and Hodu are truly masters! Especially Darba!"

"That's right! Even those two working together couldn't defeat Uncle Jiuling alone!"

"What do you know? Uncle Jiuling's martial arts skills are probably already on par with Grandmaster Qiu!"

"Hiss! That's truly terrifying! When will we ever be able to match even half of our martial uncle's prowess?"

"Shh! Don't say that!"

The murmurs in front of Chongyang Palace abruptly ceased, and then two figures appeared to walk down the steps.

It was Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling.

The fourth-generation disciples lined up on both sides, with a wide road in the middle.

Zhen Zhibing possesses a refined and elegant demeanor, yet he exudes a unique charisma. This confidence and status are bestowed upon him by his position as the chief disciple and acting sect leader. He walks slowly, but every step he takes is steady and composed.

Beside him, Wang Jiuling strode about with measured steps, his blue Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. He stood tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. With just a simple step, he resembled a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

The two walked to the gate of Chongyang Palace and looked down.

At this moment, whether they were fourth-generation disciples or third-generation disciples, they all bowed in unison.

After yesterday's events, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen simply stopped showing up.

Everyone can see that this is an attempt to further delegate power to Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling through this incident.

Zhen Zhibing looked at the other disciples below and began to recount the whole story, which caused a stir among the disciples.

Everyone is saying that Wang Jiuling is incredibly insightful and that Zhen Zhibing is decisive.

Li Zhichang and several other outstanding members of the third generation remained calm.

Last night, Wang Jiuling took Zhen Zhibing to find them and took the initiative to explain the cause and effect of the matter.

The two men were frank; Li Zhichang and Wang Zhitan weren't petty at all.

Zhen Zhibing and Wang Jiuling demonstrated their management skills in the Quanzhen School because of this incident.

The two men, one a scholar and the other a warrior, commanded the respect of others.

Inside Chongyang Palace, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen secretly watched all this, exchanged glances, and were all somewhat gratified.

"These two children are truly the perfect match to support the Quanzhen Sect!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The comments from others made Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji somewhat proud.

However, the smiles of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen didn't last long before they began to sigh.

Because at this moment, it was time to try the traitors in front of Chongyang Palace.

Under Wang Jiuling's orders, the disciples of the Sword-Holding Hall brought several traitors, including Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhilin, to the public.

With almost no effort, Zhang Zhilin revealed the whole story.

Shen Zhifan, who had already been killed by Li Zhichang, did so because he was dissatisfied with his lack of advancement.

As for Zhang Zhilin himself, it was because Zhao Zhijing had something on him.

Zhang Zhilin secretly kept a woman at the foot of the mountain, that's all.

They even raised three more, which is bad enough.

The worst part is that they were all prostitutes, and what's even more outrageous is that he contracted a disease from them.

He'd be too ashamed to live with himself, let alone be punished for such a disgraceful act, even if people found out.

Last time, Zhao Zhijing used this to threaten him into plotting against Wang Jiuling during the year-end competition.

I thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing was truly cunning. He said this secret would cost him his life, and he actually did it.

Zhang Zhilin was subjected to various threats.

Originally, he was just keeping women as mistresses, but later he found more and more incriminating evidence against them.

Ultimately, he was forced to collaborate with the enemy by the crazed Zhao Zhijing.

It's laughable that this coward didn't dare to kill Zhao Zhijing to silence him, but dared to run and inform the Mongols.

"I was wrong! I was so wrong!!"

"Brother Master, spare my life! Brother Elder, spare my life!"

Zhang Zhilin kowtowed repeatedly, but Zhao Zhijing remained unmoved.

"Zhao Zhijing! Don't you know how to repent? You're a real scoundrel!" Even Zhen Zhibing, with his good temper, couldn't take it anymore.

Zhao Zhijing simply raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Jiuling.

"Wang Jiuling...you've won..."

Zhao Zhijing still doesn't understand whether he was just unlucky or Wang Jiuling was too powerful.

In short, any of his schemes would fail immediately when they encountered Wang Jiuling.

"You won... I, Zhao Zhijing, lost!"

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's nonchalant attitude, Wang Jiuling's expression remained almost unchanged, but his words made Zhao Zhijing finally lose his composure.

"You lost? Not necessarily!"

"Because I never intended to actively confront you; I was merely doing what I was supposed to do, for the sake of Quanzhen."

"Because you're not some big shot, you're not worthy of my plotting against you."

"You're in this situation today entirely because you stood up for yourself. Have I ever targeted you?"

Wang Jiuling's words pierced Zhao Zhijing's heart like a knife.

Yes.

No one ever targeted him intentionally; they had no interest in harming him. It was all his own doing that caused the trouble.

Zhao Zhijing completely broke down.

Wang Jiuling's "it doesn't matter" attitude, his arrogant expression that showed he didn't take him seriously at all, made Zhao Zhijing feel like a clown.

In other people's eyes, he doesn't even deserve to "lose".

"Wang Jiuling!! I swear! Wang Jiuling!"

"Aaaaaah!"

The calmer Wang Jiuling's expression remained, the more unwilling Zhao Zhijing became, his expression twisting more and more as he began to curse loudly.

"Guards! Enforce the law!"

Wang Jiuling ignored him and gave the order directly: the disciples of the Sword-Holding Hall on both sides stepped forward with wooden staffs in hand.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Zhang Zhilin's pleas for mercy gradually ceased, and Zhao Zhijing's voice also weakened.

In front of Chongyang Palace, the two were beaten to death.

This is to serve as a warning to others. As for the fourth-generation disciples who followed them to the enemy, there is no need for such a grand ceremony; they can be dealt with privately.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen never appeared from beginning to end.

The farce has finally come to an end.

The Quanzhen Sect achieved a great victory this time, not only exposing the traitor but also capturing many of the experts brought by Huo Du.

Most importantly, there are two experts, Darba and Nemo Star.

Although Huo Du managed to escape by sheer luck, his spirit had been completely crushed, and it would be no easy task for him to plot against Chongyang Palace again.

The most shocking one was Wang Jiuling.

This elder, who wielded the sword, hadn't returned for over half a year, and his return dazzled everyone.

He stole the show.

But the most sensational part was yet to come.

The next day, a group of merchants from western Sichuan, passing through Zhongnan Mountain, donated incense money to the Quanzhen School, showing extreme generosity.

The person the merchant wanted to visit was someone that left the Quanzhen School completely baffled.

They wanted to pay their respects to "Master Qingyang".

The disciples of the Quanzhen School were confused for a moment, only saying that they had Changchun Zhenren, Danyang Zhenren, and others, but no Qingyang Zhenren.

However, the merchant confidently and directly quoted the words "Master Wang Jiuling".

...

Wang Jiuling had no time to worry about Qingyang Zhenren's affairs; he was currently on the western mountain peak.

Wang Jiuling closed the Huangting Neijing Jing in his hand and was just about to get up.

The next second, he froze.

He heard a noise coming from the woods behind him, followed by a sigh.

"well..."