Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Tang Bingwen scanned the two men's faces, his eyes calm, but a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Xu Beiyou, this is my assistant, Wang Shan."

Su Huo picked up the tea offered by the Tang Clan disciple, brought it to his lips, gently blew on the steam, but did not drink it.

"Mr. Xu..."

"No need for formalities on our first meeting. Tell me your purpose?" Tang Bingwen got straight to the point.

Su Huo didn't stand on ceremony with him and spoke frankly:

"I need your Tang Clan to help me kill some people. Ten thousand taels of gold are already prepared outside the gate. As long as you nod your head, the deal can be done."

"Is it?"

Tang Bingwen was somewhat surprised. With so much gold and in such turbulent times, his employer was undoubtedly the biggest client he had ever had in recent years.

"I wonder what Mr. Xu's goal is?"

Facing the cold and stern gaze of the one-eyed old man, Su Huo remained fearless, suddenly smiled, and revealed the answer.

"The Three Ones Sect, Daoist Chenqing, will receive 10,000 taels of gold for beheading, Kuang Ya and Wei Xuanzi will receive 5,000 taels, and their disciples will receive 1,000 taels."

"Oh? Mr. Xu, that's quite a generous gesture."

Tang Bingwen remained calm, took a sip of his tea, and said sarcastically:

"You're being so generous; do you trust the Tang Clan?"

Su Huo discerned the unspoken meaning, inwardly cursing the old fox. Unsure whether the other party was showing concern or trying to raise the price, he feigned admiration and said:

"I have long admired the Tang Clan's Dan Shi technique, which is unparalleled in the martial arts world. No matter how powerful the other schools are, they are ultimately inferior to you."

Su Huo skillfully avoided revealing his search for other assassin organizations, fearing that the one-eyed blind man would overcharge him.

Tang Bingwen disagreed with his statement and remarked with emotion:

"Those colleagues are all good, each with their own methods. We should neither underestimate ourselves nor look down on others."

Su Huo didn't have much patience to waste with this old man, so he clapped his hands and flattered, "Look at your humility, Master Tang, you truly deserve to be called a hero of Sichuan."

"I'm making this deal with the utmost sincerity. What do you think?"

"The Sanyi Sect... is too troublesome. Relying solely on the Tang Sect, it would be an impossible task to help Mr. Xu overcome this challenge."

Seeing Tang Bingwen hesitate and look somewhat tempted, Xia Liuqing felt relieved and was about to say something when Su Huo raised his hand to stop her.

The virgin almost took the bait.

Damn it, you old fox.

Su Huo cursed and swore inwardly, but outwardly remained calm and cheerful:

"Master Tang, I understand your concerns. Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone a human."

"I cannot reveal anything further to save face for other sects; however, if you are willing to agree, this is not something that cannot be discussed."

"At that time, you and your comrades will join forces, and Trinity will be left with no choice but to fight like a cornered beast. Killing and annihilating them will be as easy as turning your hand."

Chapter 125 Testing Suspicion

"Fellow traveler..."

Tang Bingwen seemed to have heard some sarcastic remarks, and a hint of undisguised contempt flashed in his eyes as he sighed:

"Those who walk the same path are enemies; those who have different principles cannot make plans together."

"I might not be able to see things clearly in others, but coincidentally, I do know these people in my industry quite well."

"Even with Mr. Xu's orders, it's still uncertain whether these people will stab my Tang Clan in the back."

From Su Huo's perspective, this excuse seemed to imply a refusal, but upon closer examination, it appeared to be an exorbitant demand.

Just as he was stuck in a stalemate, racking his brains for a solution, Xia Liuqing spoke up again:

"Master Tang, if you do not trust us, the Tang Clan can lie low in the rear, wait for the other sects to weaken them first, and then you can make your move and decide the fate of the world."

"Oh? Mr. Wang, that's a good suggestion."

Tang Bingwen glanced at this unremarkable character with surprise, then changed the subject again:

"I wonder which assassination master in the world today would be willing to keep that Master Sanyi in check?"

"Those who have real strength are only Sinful Sand, Shadow Bamboo Society, and Myriad Thoughts Hand."

"I've seen their methods before, and they're not exactly amazing. Even if they mobilize all their forces and have a numerical advantage, their chances of winning aren't high."

The plain words seemed to carry an unquestionable meaning. Xia Liuqing stood there, stunned, wanting to speak but unable to find a reason to refute them.

The scene, like something out of a myth, was etched deep into his heart.

A white figure stepped out of the void, creating ripples. The sect leader was brutally killed in no time, and this fear almost became his shadow.

It was precisely Xia Liuqing's momentary daze and speechlessness that Tang Bingwen noticed. He had initially harbored doubts and suspicions, but now he was able to make a rough judgment.

Faced with the undeniable truth, even Su Huo's face turned grim and troubled. He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly:

"Yes... Looking across the world, perhaps few can defeat him."

"But even a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. As long as the people of the Trinity Sect are still made of flesh and blood, they will eventually be worn down."

"Besides, I have made thorough preparations."

Then, Su Huo put down his teacup, not wanting to waste any more words, and said:

"Mr. Xu has said all he can say. There is no way to force him to do this. Whether this deal goes through or not is entirely up to you, the gatekeeper."

"If you agree, the fee can be doubled."

Su Huo made the biggest concession, offering a price far above market value to hire the Tang Clan. If that still didn't work, he would give up hope and move on to the next destination.

After all, the other assassination forces can be bought off with money, and their strength is probably slightly stronger than that of the severely weakened Tang Clan.

"This fellow is not worth discussing anything with, and I don't even think much of the alliance between those families."

Tang Bingwen explicitly refused: "The Tang Clan is unable to accept this deal. You two, please leave."

"Master Tang, are you really going to stand aside and watch? If your competitor comes out on top and the Three Ones Sect is truly ruined and enjoys immense glory, your business in the future... I'm afraid it will be difficult to do business."

Xia Liuqing remained undeterred and tried to persuade him, but Tang Bingwen ignored her, chuckling softly without saying a word.

Su Huo could think of no more reasons to persuade the Tang Clan, so he decisively stood up, bowed slightly, and took his leave:

"Then I won't bother Sect Leader Tang any longer. It's a pity this time, but there will be plenty of time in the future. I hope there will be another opportunity to cooperate."

"Take your time, it's not far."

Tang Bingwen stared at Su Huo and Xia Liuqing, his tone as calm as ever, showing no intention of keeping them.

This is the end.

Having failed in negotiations, Su Huo, who had driven there overnight, suppressed his displeasure and sensed the faint murderous aura around him. Without uttering any unnecessary words, he quickened his pace and left the council hall.

After they left, the two illusionary barriers standing beside Tang Bingwen dissipated, revealing Tang Jian and Yang Lie.

"Nowadays, apart from the remnants of Quanxing, I'm afraid no one has any grudges against Sanyimen."

Yang Lie pondered for a moment, then asked for instructions:

"Should we take them out on the way? I'll call some men."

Tang Bingwen shook his head, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, and said in a cold voice:

"These two demons have used some means to conceal their true appearance, but since they dared to take the risk of coming here to discuss business, they must have at least taken some precautions."

"Acting rashly will only alert the enemy."

Tang Jian was also somewhat wary, and relayed the intelligence he had gathered one by one:

“I was observing from the shadows just now. The twelve bodyguards outside the door were all armed, and there were even ten boxes of gold. These people are no ordinary people. Even if we take them out, there will be more trouble later.”

Yang Lie felt quite troubled. Suddenly, he remembered Tang Bingwen's previous probing and asked, "Master, do you think the competitors they mentioned could be those companies like Sinful Sand?"

"That's probably it. That Xu guy is a seasoned veteran. He's not easy to question and keeps his mouth shut. He'll only talk if he drags me into it."

"But his attendant couldn't keep his composure and revealed a flaw, which was similar to what I had initially guessed."

Tang Bingwen revealed a gloating smile and said:

"These companies have quite a few experts. They have developed rapidly in recent years, acted in a high-profile and flamboyant manner, and have become increasingly arrogant. It's about time they suffered a big setback."

"So, do you think we need to notify the Trinity Gate?"

Throughout history, members of the Tang Clan have died at the hands of the Quanxing Sect, and the Sanyi Sect happens to be the Quanxing Sect's mortal enemy. Tang Jian doesn't mind going along with it and doing them a favor.

Even Yang Lie was slightly tempted by this suggestion;

With the current capabilities of the San Yi Sect, not only could they have slaughtered the remnants of the Quanxing Sect, they could even have wiped out those potential rivals of the Tang Sect.

Thinking of this, he also joined in the persuasion: "Master, I think it's feasible."

Tang Bingwen neither agreed nor disagreed with their suggestions, but instead spoke to himself:

"Being within the same alliance, sending intelligence would appear opportunistic..."

"Or to put it another way, if Sect Leader Jiang knew in advance, those sects were destined to perish."

"Whether intentional or not, the fact is that we used him to eliminate the threat. To scheme against an ally like this is just laughable."

Tang Jian and Yang Lie remained silent, obeying all of their sect leader's decisions.

"The Tang Clan has its own rules. Let's invite him over as a guest and discuss a business deal in a fair and square manner."

Tang Bingwen instructed Tang Jian: "Time is of the essence. I'm entrusting this to you. Set off immediately and do not fail."

"it is good."

Tang Jian accepted the order and set off immediately without delay.

"You keep busy, I'm going to clear my head."

Tang Bingwen left Yang Lie with these words and then got up to leave the council hall.

The sun was shining warmly outside. Gradually, he walked along the path to a nearby thatched hut, his mind heavy with worries.

"You've arrived, Uncle Tang."

Suddenly, a greeting interrupted Tang Bingwen's thoughts.

Beside the earthen hut, a woman in a yellow shirt was washing clothes and couldn't get up to help.

Tang Bingwen smiled gently, a rare occurrence for him: "Yes, I came to see Xiaomei. You go ahead with your work."

Before I even knocked on the door and entered the house, I heard a series of intermittent laughs.

“Eeya.…”

"Flying..."

"Ha ha...."

Tang Bingwen's right hand, which was bracing against the door, stiffened slightly. The next moment after he pushed it open, he saw a disciple inside holding a bowl of dark Chinese medicine, squatting beside the wooden bed, pleading desperately.

"Xiaomei...be good, let's drink our medicine first before we play."

"Flying..."

The girl on the bed wore a grayish-brown dress, with visible, hideous scars on her hands and feet, visible through the exposed cuffs.

She looked dazed, as if she couldn't hear Zhang Wang's calls. Her empty eyes stared blankly at the origami crane in her hand as she played by herself.

Hearing the door open, Zhang Wang turned around and saw Tang Bingwen stepping over the threshold. He quickly greeted him, "Gatekeeper, what brings you here?"

"I had nothing to do, so I came to take a look."

"Give me the medicine."

Tang Bingwen walked straight to the bedside. Zhang Wang handed him the medicine bowl and reminded him, "Take it easy, this medicine is too bitter, Xiaomei doesn't want to drink it."

"I tried to persuade her for a long time, but it was no use. I didn't dare to force her to drink it, because if I did, she would stop talking and lie in bed crying."

Zhang Wang was in a dilemma. Ever since his master, Gao Yingcai, died in the Battle of Mianshan, he had been taking even better care of his junior sister, fearing that one day she would ask him where their master was and he would not know how to answer.

Tang Bingwen took the medicine bowl and realized it had been cold for a long time, but he did not blame Zhang Wang and only expressed his understanding.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go now. I'll talk to her."