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

Tang Bingwen chuckled at his compliment but did not give a positive response. He simply asked, "Is half a year enough?"

“That’s enough, Master.”

Dong Chang quickly bowed his head in gratitude, saying, "This disciple is deeply grateful."

The next moment, Tang Bingwen rubbed the note in his hand and casually gave the instructions:

"Since you've chosen to go into seclusion, that's fine. There's something I need you to do."

"?"

A bad feeling welled up in Dong Chang's heart, and he pricked up his ears to listen.

"Master, please give your instructions. Once I have successfully completed my seclusion, I will certainly do so for you."

"good....."

Tang Bingwen didn't keep them in suspense and said directly:

"Several months ago, someone spotted remnants of the Quanxing sect and the former acting leader in Shaanxi province. After several days of tracking, it was confirmed to be them, but they lost track of them."

"This...this demon is dead, isn't he?"

Dong Chang was shocked, not expecting that the sect knew that Wu Gensheng was still alive.

"It's alright. Since he's come back to life, we can just let him die again."

“A long time ago, I remember you had a job posting for Wugensheng, right? Although the job posting was cancelled, the employer was overseas, and we didn’t have the opportunity to get our payment back.”

Tang Bingwen brought up the old matter again and issued an imperial decree:

"This time, make it clean. After you've completed the Pill Devouring Technique, send that demon on his way."

"It's been delayed for several years. If there's no result when the employer returns to the country next time, my Tang Clan won't be able to explain it to them."

Suppressing his shock, Dong Changqiang raised his voice and said, "Sect Leader, please rest assured."

"Go then, and do not disappoint me."

"Yes." Dong Chang stood up, bowed, and was about to leave when he was stopped.

"and many more."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Sect Leader?"

Dong Chang turned around, puzzled: "Do you have any other instructions?"

"come over."

Tang Bingwen waved slightly and said, "The journey is long and arduous. Have a cup of tea to moisten your throat before you go."

"Also, here's some travel money, be careful with it."

Taking the crumpled silver note and drinking a cup of tea, Dong Chang felt a lump in his throat. He glanced at the old man, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Disciple thanks Master."

"Ah."

Tang Bingwen didn't say much, but just watched Dong Chang's back as he walked away until he disappeared around the corner, and he was reluctant to look away for a long time.

He was indeed the head of the Tang Clan, but he was also Dong Chang's master. This time, he had approved his disciple's departure and assigned him the task of assassinating a demon. For some reason, Tang Bingwen felt vaguely uneasy, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Is it Dan Shi?

The path I've walked... this child should be able to walk it too...

A demon?

They might be difficult to deal with, but this old sect leader always believed that his disciple would be able to successfully complete the mission and return, although that would be six months or even a year later.

hope everything is fine.

Tang Bingwen gazed at the tea in his cup and sighed with a touch of humor.

Chapter 179 The New Gatekeeper

To the old sect leader's surprise, that afternoon and evening, two elite disciples, Xu Xin and Yang Lie, approached him one after another, requesting a period of leave and no longer accepting outside missions in order to prepare for conquering Dan Shi.

The former did not want to stay inside the gate, while the latter wanted to enter the Tang Family Tomb for quiet cultivation.

Tang Bingwen had only a moment of doubt before immediately letting it go. He had always silently observed the ambition and drive of his three disciples.

It was just too coincidental that they happened on the same day, which made him both happy and worried. He knew that the process of cultivating the pill was extremely dangerous, and the slightest carelessness could lead to a fate worse than death.

Back then, Tang Bingwen personally witnessed the inheritance process of each of the senior disciples, senior brothers, and junior brothers who failed to inherit the Dan Shi technique.

Even some tough and resolute men, unable to bear it any longer, begged to do it themselves, and he could only stand silently, showing no intervention other than respect.

Now that the Tang Clan has suffered a great loss of strength, and three of its most outstanding young disciples have taken the initiative to cultivate the Pill Devouring Technique, even Tang Bingwen hesitated for a moment.

It wasn't that he didn't believe the children couldn't succeed, but rather that anything could happen. If the worst-case scenario occurred—and even the three elite members couldn't overcome it—the future of the Tang Clan would be in jeopardy...

Unlike the cultivation methods of other sects, there are only two possibilities in cultivating 'Dan Shi': life or death. It is impossible to even break the cultivation, dissipate one's cultivation, or become a useless person.

After much contemplation, Tang Bingwen was ultimately moved by Xu Xin and Yang Lie's sincere attitude and granted them permission to cultivate in seclusion. He also gave them a detailed warning, emphasizing the need for caution in cultivation and the importance of not neglecting any details.

Thus, the three disciples who visited at different times all left the hall as the old man watched them go.

evening.

As dusk fell, Tang Bingwen sat in a chair, his gaze piercing through the hall, looking wearily at the sky outside the door.

He secretly made up his mind that he was getting old and probably didn't have many years left to live.

The next sect leader will be chosen from among Dong Chang, Xu Xin, and Yang Lie. Anyone who has mastered the Dan Shi technique is qualified to succeed him.

........

The southern capital city where Jishetang is located.

Inside a photo studio, Duanmu Ying, dressed in a white wedding gown, with rosy lips and a beautiful face, sat dignifiedly in a chair, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the camera lens in front of her.

Behind her was a festive red curtain, and she held a cluster of white and green calla lilies, which, in the country where she studied, represented the unwavering fidelity between the bride and groom.

Her fiancé, Wang Zizhong, was a bespectacled, thin, and reserved man.

At this moment, he was still wearing a formal black suit, his cheeks slightly flushed, revealing an overwhelming joy, as if he had reached the most exciting moment of his life.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, relax."

"Move closer to your fiancée and look at the camera."

With a click, guided by the photographer, the engaged couple captured their happiest moment in front of the camera.

Due to the impact of the war, there are many wounded people who need medical treatment on weekdays, and both sets of parents and teachers are too busy to find time to hold a wedding banquet for the couple.

They then consulted a fortune teller to calculate their birth charts and choose an auspicious date, which was the 29th day of the sixth lunar month.

Even after the New Year, the cold wind in the small town was still biting and damp.

One night, Duanmu Ying received a letter. She opened it and glanced at it. It was an invitation from Wugensheng. Her expression was not much of a change. She read it and then burned it.

Her daily busyness left her almost breathless, and she simply couldn't find the time to deal with these trivial matters.

Time flies, and by the end of April, Jishetang was treating far fewer patients. With several months to go before her wedding, Duanmu Ying finally had some free time.

When she recalled Wugensheng's letter, she vaguely remembered the agreed place and time. After a moment's thought, she decided to go and take a look.

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because her father, master, and even fiancé might object after learning the reason, Duanmu Ying left only a simple letter and did not say goodbye in person. On a rainy day, she took a car and left the city.

Meanwhile, disciples from certain sects who had previously had private relationships with Wugensheng used various excuses to avoid their sects and embarked on their own journeys, heading to a certain location from all corners of the country.

.......

The gambling den, once owned by Han Suxiao of Quanxing and located in a bustling city center, now has a new owner.

In a private room on the third floor of a casino shrouded in mist and bustling with noise, a frivolous and dissolute young man sat on a sofa made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

His figure, slender beneath his dark robes, was quite thin. He crossed one leg and shook it while listening attentively to the singer in front of him, casually tossing several black dice in his hand.

After the singers finished their performance, he waved for them to leave.

At this moment, the three Quanxing people who had been waiting outside the door entered the room one after another and knelt down.

The young man gripped the black bone die tightly, his frivolous demeanor replaced by a slightly more serious tone as he asked, "How's the matter going?"

"Reporting to the sect leader...we have seen the person..."

"Why didn't you bring your head back?"

Sensing the young man's displeasure, the atmosphere in the room became eerily calm. One of the subordinates trembled with fear, gritting his teeth as he explained:

“That bastard Wugensheng is quite skilled. He escaped with the help of his former disciples.”

"Who?"

The young man asked casually that before he took over Quanxing, he only had a group of remnants left, and apart from that, he was not familiar with the other disciples.

"Gao Gen, Gu Jiting, Yin Chengfeng... these are all experts within the sect."

The subordinate answered tremblingly, afraid of offending the young man.

“I have conveyed your message as well. His reply was that he wants to withdraw from Quanxing.”

"If you are interested in this position of sect leader, he fully supports you taking it. As for the other three, they have also stepped down."

Upon hearing this, the young man suddenly found it laughable. His gloomy eyes flashed with murderous intent as he coldly said, "This bug, leaving behind a mess, can easily fly away."

"My beloved teacher has been implicated by him and suffered this misfortune."

"Sect Leader, do you think we should... send the news that that bastard is still alive to the Trinity Sect? That would save you trouble."

"Idiot, you have no ambition."

The young man rubbed his forehead and laughed, "Relying on the power of our enemies? I'd rather take matters into my own hands than waste that time on them."

"Alright, let him live a few more days for now."

"Understood, Master. Do you have any other instructions?"

The few demons who weren't blamed immediately felt relieved, as the new sect leader's methods had left them with considerable psychological trauma.

"Keep an eye on it, and when I feel like it someday, I'll just sell it."

The young man prioritized organizing the remaining strength of Quanxing and had no extra energy to pay attention to the whereabouts of a defeated dog.

"it is good."

The three demons looked at each other, knowing their lives were safe, and secretly rejoiced that they had escaped a calamity.

Chapter 180: Imminent Emergence from Seclusion

Trinity Gate.

The 25th day of the fourth month in the lunar calendar.

During the year or so that Jiang Mo was in seclusion, Cheng Zhen rarely appeared in the sect, and many matters were handled by Si Chong and other elders.

Meanwhile, young disciples like Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu cultivated within the sect, day after day, and whenever they gained some insights, they would enter the Five Palaces Treasure Land to temper themselves.

They would occasionally receive requests for help from villagers in the surrounding area, either because they had been attacked by evil spirits or encountered bandits. So they would take a few fellow disciples down the mountain to exorcise the demons and accumulate merit.

A year is neither long nor short. All the disciples in the sect have entered the second level of the Reverse Life Realm, while the senior disciples who had failed to break through have gradually completed the first level, becoming more and more robust, with youthful faces and white hair.

That evening, a torrential downpour began, the sky was overcast and gloomy, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The old man leaned on the railing at the north window on the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository, gazing at the distant mountains and grottoes, a hint of anticipation rising in his aged eyes.

"Uncle-Master, my senior brother has been inside for almost two months now. Do you think... he can succeed?"

Zhuge Yu, standing to the side, held a single-lens telescope to his left eye, his gaze sweeping over the dense forest and fixed on the grotto. The Qi gathering there was increasing, even affecting the weather above and exacerbating the torrential rain.

Hearing his junior apprentice's confusion, Si Chong stroked his silvery-white beard and smiled faintly:

"Triple?"

"If it were that easy to achieve, your sect leader wouldn't have been trapped in the icy plains for so many years..."

"And then there's my senior brother, who devoted his entire life to this, yet only managed to take half a step forward, barely managing to enter the third level..."

Recalling the past, Si Chong sighed deeply: "Chengzhen... he really put in a lot of effort this year."

"However, no matter how talented he is, he still needs some time to mature. Cultivating the second level of reverse rebirth is just like that. Every step must be solid and grounded, and there is no room for impetuosity."