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

The news that Wang Jiuling was about to be granted the title of "True Man" was leaked by someone.

This quickly caused a huge uproar within the Quanzhen School.

At Zhen Zhibing's residence, he came to the window and looked at the spotless bluestone steps.

"Sigh! I'm really not as good as you... Maybe I should try harder..."

The more outstanding Wang Jiuling was, the more Zhen Zhibing realized that perhaps Wang Jiuling was more suitable for his position as the chief disciple.

Zhen Zhibing wasn't jealous, but the feeling of inferiority made him feel even worse.

...

Seven days later, on an auspicious day, the investiture ceremony officially began.

In front of Chongyang Palace, incense tables were set up, with third-generation disciples standing solemnly on both sides, while fourth-generation disciples watched from below.

Ma Yu read the document aloud in public, recounting Wang Jiuling's past achievements.

Then, Wang Jiuling stepped forward, knelt before the statue of the patriarch, and accepted the Taoist certificate.

"From this day forward, you must remember the mission you bear! This is your responsibility!"

Ma Yu's expression was serious, and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen all looked at Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling kowtowed: "This disciple will certainly not fail the high expectations of my senior master and all my fellow disciples."

Zhen Zhibing led the applause, and the Quanzhen disciples all bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, Master Qingyang!"

From this moment on, Wang Jiuling had almost transcended the level of a third-generation disciple.

He will be the true pillar of the Quanzhen School, just like the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

Inside Chongyang Palace, the other disciples had already dispersed, and Wang Jiuling stood alone at the entrance, gazing towards the western mountain peak.

He remained in his blue Taoist robe, except that it now featured cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread.

The jade pendant at his waist was transformed into a purple ribbon bestowed by the sect leader.

This is a symbol of his identity.

Zhen Zhibing walked over. "Junior brother, I heard you're going down the mountain again?"

Wang Jiuling nodded with a smile.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling looked into Zhen Zhibing's eyes, and his expression suddenly turned serious. "Senior brother, you don't look too well?"

Zhen Zhibing paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Thank you for your concern, junior brother. I'm fine! I've been studying lately and staying up a bit late!"

Wang Jiuling nodded, still smiling as he reminded him:

"Senior brother, you must balance work and rest when practicing. Don't overwork yourself; you are the future of the Quanzhen School!"

"Junior brother is right. Senior brother will take a day off today."

...

With the matter of the Quanzhen Sect settled and it seemed there was no need to worry about Wang Chongyang going mad again, Wang Jiuling went down the mountain once more.

His first stop was Xiangyang City, firstly to visit his senior brother Guo Jing, and secondly to search for the snake gall and sword tomb in the mysterious valley.

Now that he has the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which has fundamentally solved the problem, eating snake gall will be twice as effective with half the effort.

When Wang Jiuling went down the mountain this time, he also brought several fourth-generation disciples with him, all of whom were quite talented.

One of them was Lu Qingdu.

This guy was quite clever and capable, so Wang Jiuling took him under his wing.

We arrived at Tongguan.

"Qingdu, let's stay here at Tongguan for a day. Go find a place to stay."

Wang Jiuling instructed Lu Qingdu and the others to find a place to stay, while he went to find Wanyan Ping.

I had promised to teach her martial arts, and now I can take care of it while I'm on my way.

Upon arriving at the agreed-upon inn, the innkeeper led Wang Jiuling to find someone.

At that moment, Wanyan Ping was practicing her martial arts in the backyard of the inn. After finishing a set of palm techniques, she turned around and found Wang Jiuling standing there quietly.

"My benefactor?"

Wanyan Ping's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over, her face full of surprise.

Wang Jiuling hadn't come to see her, and Wanyan Ping almost thought he wasn't coming at all.

She understood that since the other party had saved her life, they didn't owe her anything even if they hadn't come.

So she didn't force herself to continue practicing martial arts diligently every day.

"What kind of martial arts were you practicing just now?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Jiuling inquired, and Wanyan Ping replied, "My benefactor, I practice Iron Palm Grappling Technique!"

Wang Jiuling thought for a moment; he had been watching Wanyan Ping practice that palm technique the whole time.

With Wang Jiuling's martial arts skills, he could easily see many flaws in it.

"You are not a disciple of Quanzhen, so I cannot teach you Quanzhen martial arts, but there are many areas in your palm technique that can be improved."

"You may use this palm technique. I will not use my internal energy, but will simply use the moves to break down your techniques and help you improve. What do you say?"

Wanyan Ping thought for a moment, and although somewhat disappointed, she still nodded her thanks.

The two began to analyze and dissect the moves.

Wanyan Ping was initially disappointed that Wang Jiuling wouldn't teach her Quanzhen martial arts, but she was soon shocked.

She considered her Iron Palm grappling technique to be a sophisticated skill.

But after exchanging more than a dozen moves, she realized that her exquisite skills were almost full of flaws in Wang Jiuling's eyes.

She struck Wang Jiuling's shoulder with her right palm, but the next second she found that Wang Jiuling's fingers had already pressed on an acupoint on her arm.

She tried to grab Wang Jiuling's arm with a grappling technique, but she couldn't even touch his sleeve.

"With my rudimentary skills, even if I practice for another ten or twenty years, how could I possibly have any hope of revenge?"

For a moment, Wanyan Ping felt somewhat disappointed.

Wang Jiuling did not comfort her, but instead dissected her moves again. This time, however, Wang Jiuling used the same moves that Wanyan Ping had used earlier.

It's the same dozen or so grappling techniques.

The two used almost identical starting moves, but Wang Jiuling's moves had noticeably more variations.

In just over ten moves, Wang Jiuling had already pressed all the acupoints on Wanyan Ping's arms and shoulders.

"Your martial arts moves are too varied and disorganized, numerous but lacking in refinement."

The two separated, and Wanyan Ping felt her arm, which was not injured but was somewhat numb, and was shocked.

Wang Jiuling only watched her moves once or twice, yet he was able to roughly replicate them and even improve upon them.

She didn't even have a chance to fight back with the same grappling technique.

Wanyan Ping then realized that Wang Jiuling was not just giving her a perfunctory lesson because he couldn't teach her Quanzhen martial arts; on the contrary, he was teaching her real skills.

They admired Wang Jiuling's commitment to his promise even more.

"Remember the acupoints I just pressed, let's try again!"

...

In one day, Wang Jiuling dissected Wanyan Ping's palm technique, and corrected all its flaws.

"Alright, that's all I can teach you."

"Martial arts techniques can be improved quickly, but I cannot help you with internal energy cultivation."

Whether you can take revenge depends on whether you can master the improved palm technique.

In the backyard of the inn, Wanyan Ping finished practicing the palm technique, having completely memorized it.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor! If I avenge my blood feud, I will surely repay your kindness!"

Wanyan Ping was overjoyed at the sight of her palm technique having made great progress.

She felt indebted to Wang Jiuling and wanted to thank him properly, but Wang Jiuling didn't care at all and simply bowed and took his leave.

"I have fulfilled my promise and will not stay any longer."

"However, I must remind you that learning martial arts is not only for revenge. Do not go astray."

He had many other matters to attend to on this trip and did not want to waste time on such trivial matters.

Wanyan Ping watched Wang Jiuling leave the inn, and then she packed her luggage, mounted her horse, and rode away.

She thought that if she could really avenge herself this time and survive, then she would consider how to repay this kindness.

Da da da...

The sound of horses' hooves echoed on the official road.

Wang Jiuling and his party had already left Tongguan and were on their way to Shangluo.

Lu Qingdu spurred his horse and caught up with Wang Jiuling, who was at the front.

"Uncle-Master, are you thirsty? Would you like to stop and have a drink of water?"

Since he joined Wang Jiuling's faction, this guy has become Wang Jiuling's number one lackey among the fourth-generation disciples, and he is extremely attentive to him on a daily basis.

Wang Jiuling nodded, pulled on the reins to stop, and took the water bottle.

The other disciples also stopped, some taking out dry rations to ask Wang Jiuling if he was hungry.

At that moment, Wang Jiuling, who had just finished drinking water, suddenly turned around and squinted at the road they had just walked on.

Lu Qingdu and the others also turned their heads curiously.

The official road was deserted; there were very few people on the road so early in the morning.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong?"

(Please give me some encouragement to update more, don't let the book sit idle. The next chapter will mark the beginning of a new phase, and it will be even more exciting!)