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

"Young man, bring a few pots of tea. Our new friend doesn't need to drink alcohol."

"okay!"

Tang Bingwen cautiously approached with the two men and slowly sat down. When he saw the peasant woman and the middle-aged man, he inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu.

Unfortunately, due to my advanced age and declining memory, and having seen hundreds of thousands of people in my life, I couldn't recall them all at once, so I could only introduce myself first:

"I am Tang Bingwen of the Tang Clan. This is my senior brother Tang Jiaren, and my junior brother Gao Yingcai. May I ask your names?"

“A rogue cultivator, a rough country bumpkin, Xu Fangxiu, that’s my elder brother, Xu Wuqing,” Gao Mei said calmly.

Tang Bingwen knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, so he cut to the chase and asked:

"My two friends, since you are aware of the feud between my junior brother and Liang Ting, and have sent such a generous gift, may I ask if you have any requests?"

“I have a good relationship with Xu Qingyu. We are neighbors in the same village and had a deep friendship in our early years. When my father was seriously ill, I also received her help.”

"After the war, we were scattered to different places. Recently, I heard about her whereabouts. She died of illness many years ago. Her husband and only daughter were bullied by the Quanxing demons. After many inquiries, I found her whereabouts, destroyed her cultivation, and gave her to you to repay the kindness of that year."

Gao Mei calmly read out her mother's name. In her memory, her mother was frail and sickly and died when she was young. She was buried in a village near Tangmen.

Tang Bingwen was slightly surprised, not expecting it to be this kind of relationship.

"Big sister, you actually know my wife?!"

Gao Yingcai felt a pang of sadness, his eyes reddened, and a sense of guilt washed over him.

He couldn't forget his wife's dying wish to take good care of their daughter, but he broke his promise.

In the end, it was only through the protection of his deceased wife's spirit that he had the opportunity to avenge this deep-seated hatred.

"Ah."

“She’s from the same village, shares the same surname, and we’re related by blood to some extent. I treat her like my little sister.”

Witnessing her father's tears streaming down his face, Gao Mei remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was overwhelmed with emotion and a nameless bitterness welled up within her. She deeply understood Gao Yingcai's pain, realizing how cruel it was for him, as a father, to be powerless in the face of tragedy.

“I will never forget such a great kindness. Please accept my bow.”

Gao Yingcai tried to get up and kneel, but was pressed down by a rough, calloused hand.

Feeling her father's thin, almost fleshless left hand, Gao Mei shook her head and said:

"It's our family, and we owe Qingyu even more."

"This is nothing more than what I can do; you don't need to make such a big gesture."

"Thank you... thank you so much!!"

Gao Yingcai bit his lip, lowered his head, his voice trembled, and his face was covered in tears.

Chapter 457 Echoes of the Past (Part 2)

“My elder brother also has some knowledge of medicine; perhaps he can cure your little girl.”

"Since you're all here, take Liang Ting away and deal with him as you see fit. If you have time, bring that girl back so my brother can examine her."

Gao Mei then talked about her own problems, her expression completely calm.

Her thoughts drifted back to a long time ago, when her memories were reset and she enjoyed a happy life.

It wasn't until his later years, with his cultivation and strength increasing dramatically, that the fragments of memories in his mind gradually rekindled and were eventually restored. Only after inquiring with his disciples did he learn about everything that had happened back then.

"Brother Xu, you also know medicine? That's wonderful!"

Upon hearing this news, Gao Yingcai grasped at a straw, his eyes welling with tears, and he spoke in a soft, sorrowful tone:

"Alas, ever since Mei'er was harmed by that beast back then, she has been physically and mentally damaged and has not recovered, and that's how she ended up like this."

"Over the years, I've taken her to see many famous doctors, but none of them could alleviate her condition. They said that her spirit and soul were damaged, and she would become increasingly mentally impaired, probably living a muddled life for the rest of her life..."

Tears welled in his eyes as he recalled painful memories, and he looked at Lü Ci across the table, pleadingly saying:

“Brother Xu, would you be willing to return home with us? Whether or not you can cure Mei’er, I will be extremely grateful to you and your sister.”

“Alright, then I’ll visit your Tang Clan.” Lü Ci agreed without hesitation, then jokingly asked Tang Bing:

"Master Tang, you don't mind, do you?"

Tang Bingwen smiled faintly and remained silent, tapping the table lightly a few times before standing up and saying in a clear and firm voice:

"Gentlemen, please—"

“Alright, let’s not delay.” Lu Ci narrowed his eyes, finished his drink, and stood up together.

Soon, Liang Ting was taken away by the disciples of the Tang Clan who accompanied him into the shop. Fearing that he would no longer be able to resist, they fed him a large amount of anesthetic, making him limp and fall into a coma.

Before arriving, the Tang Clan had hired several rickshaws to wait nearby. Lü Ci, Gao Mei, and Gao Yingcai rode together in one rickshaw on their return journey to Sichuan.

In the last black rickshaw following behind the convoy, Tang Bingwen and Tang Jiaren sat in the back, Tang Cu was the driver, and Du Fuchong was in the passenger seat.

Taking advantage of the roar of the engine and the bumpy ride, Du Fochong, who had been lying in ambush outside the small inn, asked in bewilderment:

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly this time. Sect Leader, you've been in contact with those two. What do you think?"

"His hidden Qi is unparalleled; he is an extraordinary master..."

Tang Bingwen murmured softly.

Even after learning the origins of the two men, he remained vigilant as an assassin. His gaze lingered through the front window, fixed on the rickshaw at the front of the procession, a wary look that was ingrained in his muscle memory.

"The Qi within is no different?!"

Upon hearing this, the two people in the front row of the car were quite shocked.

In the world of supernatural beings, it is very difficult for any supernatural being with a bit of cultivation to hide their abilities. Even if they can greatly reduce the amount of true qi in their body, a small part will still leak out and be easily detected.

As one's cultivation level increases, one's ability to store Qi will also improve day by day.

The so-called "hiding one's Qi without difference" is the highest realm, where one completely conceals their cultivation, transforming into an ordinary person, so that they cannot be seen until the moment they take action.

In addition to the hidden Qi, there is another distinctive feature: the inner brilliance of the pupils. This is something that can only be cultivated by those who have been at the Grandmaster level for a long time or by extraordinary individuals with a pure and untainted mind.

"If I hadn't spent most of my life in this line of work, I really wouldn't have realized their abilities."

At this moment, Tang Jiaren, who had been silent, also expressed his opinion. Like Tang Bingwen, he had noticed the abnormality between the two men based on his assassin's intuition.

"Master, how strong do you estimate they are?"

“Bringing him back inside like this might be dangerous. If something happens, we won’t have time to stop it.”

Tang suggested that the two of them be arranged to live on a nearby street in the town.

"There's no way to measure how powerful they are. I've met many people in my life, from the old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain to the left sect leader of the Sanyi Sect, but none of them gave me the same thrill."

Tang Bingwen carefully recalled the process of the meeting and analyzed it as follows:

“Our movement technique was a deception, but it couldn’t fool them. They saw through it the moment we entered, while we didn’t reveal any flaws. Just for this one point, their reaction was superior to ours.”

"As for malice? Probably not. With their methods, we might not be able to stop them from doing whatever they want."

"Don't worry, you'll know tomorrow."

Tang Jiaren smiled calmly. He was indeed wary of the two men, but he also trusted his intuition and did not sense any hostility.

"Ah."

Tang Bingwen responded and sat quietly in the middle seat, his eyes fixed on the rickshaw in front of him.

The next day, near noon.

The group returned to the town where the Tang Clan was located. After a night of deliberation, Tang Bingwen decided to let them in.

In a short while, a guest room was prepared, and Gao Mei, who was seriously ill but still looked young, was brought over.

"Squeak-"

As Lü Ci closed the door, everyone waited quietly outside.

“…”

During this time, Gao Yingcai was extremely anxious, glancing at the peasant woman beside him several times, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

“Ask whatever you want. This little noise won’t affect your brother. Whether his soul is damaged or he’s barely clinging to life, he can save him.”

"without...."

Having received reassurance, Gao Yingcai's worries were somewhat relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was speechless, not knowing what to say.

Is it really that mysterious?

Someone, curious, inquired further, then suddenly had an idea and said, "What if it is..."

Before he could finish speaking, the peasant woman sitting on the steps, with an extremely relaxed and casual posture, had already prepared the answer to the question he wanted to ask.

"The same applies to Dan Shi."

"?!"

"?!!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people present changed noticeably. The Dan Shi could actually be neutralized?

"I have long heard of your Tang Clan's unique skills in the martial arts world. They are colorless, odorless, and formless, but in essence, they are poison. Whether they are made of medicine or qi, they can only damage the physical body and cannot be avoided by healing and repair."

Gao Mei's insights stunned Tang Bingwen, Tang Jiaren, Master Hong, Du Fuchong, Tang Cu, and others. Their Dan Shi technique had never failed in the past; if it succeeded, death was certain.

At this moment, the guest who arrived claimed that their Dan Shi could be broken, which seemed like a fantasy. However, Tang Bingwen and Tang Jiaren had a bad feeling that it might really be possible to break it.

The atmosphere became tense, and it was not appropriate for them to ask any more questions; they should remain silent.

About fifteen minutes later, with a creak, the door opened, and Lü Ci stepped out, saying casually:

"You're cured. I've erased all the memories of your unfortunate experiences. Just be careful from now on, and you'll be fine."

"She should wake up in an hour or two. There's no need to give her any more medicine. All medicines have some side effects. She's weak, so we'll just adjust her diet to replenish her blood and energy."

"Really?"

Gao Yingcai was stunned at first. The speed of the treatment was beyond his imagination. He hadn't recovered yet, and his mind was blank. Then he was overjoyed and quickly clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Brother Xu!!"

"You are welcome."

Lu Ci smiled calmly. Repairing the soul and deleting memories was a piece of cake for him.

This scene was utterly unbelievable to everyone. They each had their own thoughts. This person's medical skills were so superb that they surpassed even the leading figures of many medical schools. If it wasn't an exaggeration, it was already beyond the comprehension of ghosts and gods.

Tang Bingwen's apprehension deepened. As the head of the Tang Clan, this was the first time he had such a terrible premonition, and he gradually became uneasy.

However, what he thought in his heart remained just that—thought. He thanked them on behalf of his disciples, bowed respectfully, and extended an invitation:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you've worked hard."

"Gentlemen, why don't we move to the living room for a chat?"

"Well, let's go."

Afterwards, the group split into two groups. Gao Yingcai, Tang Cu, and others stayed behind to wait for the woman in the side room to wake up.

Meanwhile, Tang Bingwen, Tang Jiaren, Hong Ye, and others invited Lü Ci and Gao Mei to the council hall for a talk.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat quiet and deserted, with only five people remaining.

"There is no wine here, so let's serve tea instead. Please don't mind."

Tang Bingwen brought over two cups of tea and handed them to Gao Mei and Lü Ci.

"Alright, it's not bad to try Tang Clan Master's cooking."

Lu Ci took the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"With the nation in peril, do you two have anywhere to go?" Tang Jiaren asked sincerely.

"No, we just stopped and went along the way, going wherever we ended up."

"In that case, why don't we stay with you for a while and assassinate those Japanese devils entering our territory together?"

"To be honest, the number of cases we've been taking in lately has been increasing, and there are bound to be casualties. I see that Fellow Daoist Xu has superb medical skills and a great deal of expertise. If he could join us in facing this national crisis, what a wonderful thing that would be."

Tang Jiaren extended the invitation, speaking frankly.

"Oh? What about the Tang Clan Master? Does he think the same way?" Lü Ci asked with a smile.

"Yes, it is our little temple. We are afraid that our two distinguished guests will find it unpleasant. If you would like to stay, it would be our honor."