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

Tang Jian gave a friendly smile, indicating that he meant no harm.

At the same time, he was also surprised that Wei Xuanzi in front of him was even more unfathomable than when they first met.

"Business?" Chengzhen frowned slightly and pressed, "Could you explain more clearly?"

"It is related to the wholeness of humanity."

Tang Jian said this much, unable to reveal any more information, only stating the location of the Tang Clan, and then gave an apologetic smile:

"Please inform Master Jiang... I will take my leave first."

"Walk slowly."

Chengzhen seemed puzzled, but said nothing.

Only after the three members of the Tang Clan disappeared into the vast night did he close the door and return to the Sutra Repository to inform his uncle of the news.

"Quanxing... Tangmen...."

"Worth a visit..."

Jiang Mo put down the ancient book, considered it briefly, and then stood up to instruct, "Chengzhen?"

"The disciple is here."

"You shall take care of the Qi diagram tonight."

"Understood." Chengzhen knew this was a sign that her martial uncle was about to leave.

"Jin'er?"

"The disciple is here."

"Come with me to the Tang Clan."

“Very well, this disciple is willing to go with my master.” Lu Jin clasped his hands in acceptance of the order.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mo activated Heaven, and the transparent vortex instantly engulfed Lu Jin.

Afterwards, he briefly instructed Chengzhen on the precautions for observing the Qi diagram and then left.

"Wow——!"

Jiang Mo's body gradually became transparent, evolving into natural Qi, which then disappeared into the mountains and rivers, vanishing from the world.

.........

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), the Tang Clan...

Several hours before Tang Jian's return, Jiang Mo traversed mountains and rivers to reach the Tang Clan in Sichuan, based on the coordinates provided by Cheng Zhen.

As the transparent vortex was released, Lu Jin stepped out and, gazing at the dimly lit buildings ahead, asked:

"Uncle-Master, have we arrived?"

"Correct."

Jiang Mo led Lu Jin out of the shadows, and as soon as they approached the Tang Clan, they were stopped by several young disciples who warily questioned, "Who are you?"

"This is the Tang Clan. Leave immediately."

Jiang Mo remained calm and said, "Tell your sect leader that the Sanyi Sect has been invited by him to come and discuss business."

"The...the Trinity Gate?!"

"Then please wait here for a moment."

The disciple responsible for guarding the gate hesitated for a moment, then instructed his companion to inform the elders of the sect.

Soon, an elderly man, short in stature with a tuft of white hair standing on end, came out leaning on a cane.

"Master Hong."

"Master Hong."

The disciples outside greeted them and explained the situation: "They want to see the sect leader."

"Um....."

Without further ado, the moment he saw Jiang Mo and Lu Jin, their frosty white robes and otherworldly air caused Old Master Hong to break into a faint smile. He exchanged polite greetings:

"Master Jiang, I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner. This way, please—"

Chapter 127 The deal is concluded

When they saw the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in white walk straight into the council chamber.

Tang Bingwen could not suppress the turmoil in his heart. His pupils contracted slightly. He did not expect the other party to arrive so quickly, and even the disciples he had sent out had not yet returned.

The distance between Sichuan and the Sanyi Sect is more than a thousand miles. The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became, especially when he saw the young master of the Lu family beside him. He found it even more difficult to understand how the two of them had come here.

His thoughts were fleeting. He rose to greet him, offered him a seat, and said, "Sect Leader Jiang, it is an honor to visit the Tang Clan at night. How have you been?"

"Not bad."

Jiang Mo didn't stand on ceremony with this Tang Clan elder and took a seat directly.

The hall is decorated in a simple and unpretentious style, with only a few landscape paintings and neatly arranged tables and chairs.

The Tang Clan has received numerous assassination attempts throughout history and possesses considerable wealth, but most of it is used to purchase cultivation resources or to manufacture assassination weapons, with no extravagance or waste on living conditions.

"I wonder what the Tang Clan Master wishes to discuss by sending a disciple to invite me as a guest?"

Since they were there to discuss business, Jiang Mo skipped the unnecessary steps and went straight to asking about the other party's intentions.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

The warm tea steamed gently as Tang Bingwen personally poured it for Jiang Mo and Lu Jin, handing it to them respectively.

"Master Jiang, is this always your way of doing things?"

"Then I won't keep you in suspense."

Tang Bingwen spoke frankly, “I have long heard of Master Jiang’s great name. He is like an immortal. In the battle along the coast, he was able to bring back the severed arm of that disciple of the Celestial Master’s Mansion.”

“It just so happens that I have a junior disciple who has suffered brain damage and is mentally impaired, so I would like to ask you to make a deal with me.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo was not surprised.

After all, he hadn't deliberately concealed the fact that Tian Jin's severed arm had healed, and many people still knew about it.

"Since this is a transaction, what are the terms?"

Tang Bingwen gently held the tea lid, blowing away the steam, and said calmly, "Today, some remnants of the Quanxing sect came to the Tang Clan, offering a reward of ten thousand taels of gold to you and the Sanyi Sect."

"We do not know the identity or whereabouts of the other party, but we do have some clues about their henchmen."

Jiang Mo was slightly surprised. Even now, after killing off the entire Quanxing sect from top to bottom, there were still remnants trying to cause him trouble.

"The condition is that you cure that disciple?"

Tang Bingwen spoke with ease and humor, and his answer was quite humane:

"Since Sect Leader Jiang is so sincere and came as soon as he received the invitation, how could my Tang Sect make things difficult for you and let you leave empty-handed?"

"If you heal my disciples, you can have all the related information; it's an equal trade."

"If you are also powerless to help, then it is the child's unfortunate fate... As for what you need, buy it at market price, and the Tang Clan will tell you everything they know."

"We can discuss both options; it depends on your preference."

Jiang Mo took a sip of the tea; it tasted good. After listening patiently, he responded, "Okay."

"Send your disciples over... Sect Leader Tang, there's no need to have too high hopes. Everything is preordained. I can only do my best."

"it is good......"

Tang Bingwen offered Jiang Mo a cup of tea and said with a faint smile, "Thank you for your trouble."

Soon, he ordered someone to bring Gao Mei over.

"This is the child..."

Tang Bingwen waved forward, and Yang Lie gently pulled Gao Mei to Jiang Mo's side for inspection.

Unlike her dazed state during the day, Gao Mei became silent and withdrawn at night, as if she had lost her soul, with empty eyes and no reaction to anything around her.

Tang Bingwen was worried that she would be upset, so he asked Yang Lie to cover Gao Mei's ears before he could tell Jiang Mo all about the child's suffering.

"The culprit who brought her to this state was personally killed by her father during the Battle of Mianshan."

"As for her illness, the Tang Clan sought out renowned doctors from the martial arts world, but all attempts ended in failure, and she has been unable to recover for a long time."

“I couldn’t bear to see this child live his whole life in such a muddled way, so I had the idea of ​​making a deal with Master Jiang.”

Knowing the whole story, Jiang Mo lightly raised his hand, his Qi becoming invisible, and pulled the numb girl in front of him.

"I need to see it to know."

Jiang Mo stood up, his five fingers white and translucent like frost, and pressed against Gao Mei's brow.

"Jin'er, come and help her."

"Alright, Uncle-Master."

After Lu Jin helped him steady himself, a faint stream of Qi flowed from Jiang Mo's fingertips, seeping into his skin, along his flesh and skull, slowly penetrating deep into his brain and spreading gradually.

After a dozen or so breaths, Jiang Mo withdrew his hand.

Tang Bingwen, his heart heavy, hesitated before asking, "How is it... Master Jiang, is there any hope of curing this child?"

"Her brain was damaged and deformed, many important neural areas were destroyed, she suffered severe memory loss, and she has intellectual disability."

Jiang Mo's words left Tang Bingwen feeling lost and dejected. His right hand, which was gripping the teacup tightly, trembled slightly. These words were almost like a death sentence.

"All I can do is repair the wounds and restore her to a normal state, but the lost memories cannot be recovered."

“If you can accept this outcome, I can help.”

These words instantly gave Tang Bingwen hope, which had plummeted to rock bottom. He replied almost without hesitation:

"That's alright. The past was too painful, let her forget it."

"Have you thought it through?" Jiang Mo asked him again to confirm.

“Yes.” Tang Bingwen nodded decisively. “I would rather see this child recover than live a life of disability and mental impairment.”

Prepare a bedroom for me.

"Alright, Master Jiang, come with me."

instantly.

The Tang Clan arranged a brightly lit room, where everyone waited outside.

Jiang Mo helped the girl lie down on the bed, placed his right hand on her forehead, and used his true magic. As the shimmering white Qi enveloped her body, in just a few breaths, he transformed her Qi into countless white light spots.

Then, Jiang Mo manipulated her innate Qi to evolve her limbs, bones, internal organs, and other vital organs.

All the scars on my hands and feet have faded, and my skin is as white and rosy as if it were newly born.

Finally, reshaping the brain is the most mentally taxing step, and there is no room for error.

a long time.

As the shimmering white energy dissipated from Jiang Mo's fingertips, the girl was no longer in serious condition. Her brain had been reconstructed, and she was lying peacefully asleep in bed.

"Squeak-"

Jiang Mo opened the door, and pairs of anxious eyes focused on him.

Tang Bingwen, Master Hong, and Yang Lie were all eagerly awaiting the outcome.

"It's cured."

Jiang Mo closed the door to let Gao Mei rest, then continued:

"From now on, she will be just like a normal person. As for what happened before, it's up to you whether you keep it a secret or not. Even if you tell her, it won't cause her old illness to relapse."

Instantly, the group felt a great sense of relief; such an outcome was undoubtedly acceptable to them.

"Thank you, Master Jiang. Please come on over so we can continue our conversation."

Tang Bingwen's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. He had been waiting outside for an hour, and every second felt so long. The worry in his heart finally vanished at this moment.

When they returned to the council chamber, they fulfilled their promises regarding the deal.