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

Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Jiuling, who was worried about him, and sighed inwardly.

From the moment he realized something was wrong, he could no longer distinguish whether his feelings for Wang Jiuling were those of a master for a junior, or if he had ulterior motives.

Wang Chongyang's visit was not intended to have Wang Jiuling and Master Yideng help him find the answer.

I just felt I should give an explanation to the younger generation and my old friends.

Now that he had finished explaining, he looked at Wang Jiuling.

"From now on, do not look for me."

"I will not come again."

"The Zhongnan Mountains are so vast, we need not meet again."

Wang Chongyang made his choice.

He understood that if he lost control of his martial arts skills, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he chose to simply never see Wang Jiuling again.

If the two people completely cut off all contact, the matter can naturally be resolved.

After all, they had lived like this for so many years before Wang Jiuling appeared, hadn't they?

At this moment, Wang Jiuling's last bit of vigilance vanished.

Not to mention Wang Chongyang, even Wang Jiuling, who learned the truth, couldn't help but have some doubts.

But Wang Chongyang's choice now says it all.

"Grandmaster!"

"When I traveled down the mountain, I heard someone mention a strange illness!"

Using this as an excuse, Wang Jiuling discussed his mental illness of split personality with Wang Chongyang and Master Yideng.

However, Wang Chongyang was extremely stubborn.

Rather than curing his problems, he was more unwilling to see his juniors and old friends take risks for him.

"You've already mastered the Innate Skill, so there's nothing more I can teach you. You'll have to walk your own path from now on."

"As far as I am concerned, did something go wrong during my training?"

Whether I'm cured or not, what difference does it make? In the end, I'll still have to live in seclusion among these mountains and forests.

"Go! Don't come looking for me again..."

Wang Chongyang still left, and he left with complete composure, without even turning his head back.

Wang Jiuling couldn't stop him and could only watch him leave.

"Amitabha! Benefactor!" Master Yideng stood beside Wang Jiuling. "The character of Master Chongyang has been like this for many years."

"This is the real him. He doesn't want you to interfere, and you don't need to worry about it."

The word "stubborn" encapsulated Wang Chongyang's entire life, something Master Yideng understood all too well.

Wang Jiuling sighed.

I thought that meeting Wang Chongyang would completely resolve my doubts.

But it remains a mystery.

Wang Jiuling guessed that there was something hidden behind this, probably more than he had thought.

But he never considered abandoning Wang Chongyang.

Wang Jiuling has no relatives in this world, and his memories of this body from before are almost blurred. Only the Quanzhen Sect is his home.

This is a matter of concern, not of self-interest.

Wang Jiuling and Master Yideng were walking down the mountain.

"Master! I have now reached the stage of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, but sometimes my mind is restless, and my thoughts are as if they are covered by dark clouds."

Wang Jiuling talked about some of the aftereffects of practicing Xiantian Gong.

He has been around since his time at Shaolin Temple.

The Zen Master Wuse had also given him a warning.

As Wang Jiuling has been studying many Taoist classics and learning internal alchemy as an aid in his studies recently, he has increasingly felt the difficulty.

"This junior suspects that the patriarch's symptoms are also related to the innate skill of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness!"

However, this internal alchemy technique is truly profound; in just a few days, this junior has yet to grasp its essence.

Master Yideng turned around and looked at Wang Jiuling with slight surprise.

A smile played in his eyes.

Wang Jiuling was showing him through his actions that he would not ignore the affairs of his patriarch.

"Benefactor, haste makes waste. Your mind is in turmoil, so naturally you will not reap any rewards!" Master Yideng pointed out the biggest problem simply and directly.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master!"

"Amitabha! This old monk should also go down the mountain. There must be other secrets in those esoteric Buddhist scriptures. This old monk should also go and look for clues."

"My lord, it is time for us to part ways."

The other people in Zhongnan Mountain were unaware of what had happened on the western peak; they simply assumed that Master Yideng had been traveling around Zhongnan Mountain recently.

Now that Master Yideng has also passed away, Zhongnan Mountain has returned to peace.

But Wang Jiuling couldn't stay still; he was dragged away as soon as he got back.

The reason was that the merchants from western Sichuan were looking for Master Qingyang, and they had donated a large sum of money for incense offerings, so they wanted to meet Master Qingyang. Of course, the Quanzhen School could not refuse such a request.

Therefore, Wang Jiuling had no choice but to go.

He then personally presided over the incense offering and prayer ceremony for merchants from western Sichuan.

"Seeing is believing! Master Qingyang is indeed dignified and extraordinary!"

"On behalf of the people of western Sichuan, I thank you, sir!"

"Oh, by the way, Master, that guy who used to fight alongside you in your chivalrous deeds... uh... that deadly scholar, where is he now?" (Zhu Ziliu)

After the merchant leader finished offering incense, he boasted to Wang Jiuling.

They also requested that Wang Jiuling write a message for their caravan.

In fact, these merchants were quite clever. This served two purposes: firstly, it was a way to pay their respects, and secondly, it would allow them to show off Wang Jiuling's calligraphy and say, "I have paid my respects to Master Qingyang," when traveling in western Sichuan in the future.

Then even the bandits and outlaws might have to retreat.

Wang Jiuling didn't expose it; it was just a transaction that involved give and take.

After all, a large part of the income of the Quanzhen School comes from incense money.

This left the other Quanzhen disciples dumbfounded.

Everyone was secretly talking about when Wang Jiuling had made such a name for himself.

In addition, Wang Jiuling recently demonstrated martial arts skills that were no less than any of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

For a time, Wang Jiuling was portrayed among the Quanzhen disciples as a person of high moral character, far surpassing the other three generations of disciples.

Chongyang Palace.

"Jiuling, what exactly happened?"

Ma Yu looked on with curiosity. "How did you suddenly acquire the title of Qingyang Zhenren?"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were also very curious.

Wang Jiuling recounted his experiences in western Sichuan to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Those villagers insisted on erecting a longevity tablet for the disciple, and the disciple couldn't say much."

Seeing Wang Jiuling's humble attitude, Ma Yu smiled and shook his head.

"You're being so humble with us now, but you're never this modest when you're out there killing evildoers."

Ma Yu joked with a smile, and the other members of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen laughed as well.

Even if Zhen Zhibing were here, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen would not be so gentle and have almost no airs.

Only when facing Wang Jiuling, perhaps because of his virtue, perhaps because of his martial arts, or perhaps because of his status as a direct disciple of Chongyang, did the Seven Masters of Quanzhen lose their airs.

After Wang Jiuling left, Ma Yu looked at the others and said something:

"Should we...really consider bestowing upon Jiuling the title of 'True Person'?"

(Still begging for updates, please don't let the book sit unfinished!)