Chapter 298: Eastern Friend Tong Baixiong

The sky was gradually dyed a gentle orange-red by the morning light, which penetrated the mist and shone directly onto a towering white marble archway.

On the archway, four large golden characters "Benefiting the Common People" shine brightly.

Tong Baixiong, the leader of the Fenglei Hall of the Divine Cult, walked through the archway and along a straight stone road.

The two sides of the road were filled with warriors holding spears. After entering through three large iron gates, they came to a long corridor. Hundreds of warriors lined up on both sides, each holding a shining long sword in their hands, crossed and held horizontally.

Tong Baixiong's face turned cold, and he said unhappily: "I am the leader's best friend, and I am also being insulted like this?!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed, and eight spears crossed and stabbed at him from left and right. Four spears passed by his chest, and four spears passed by his back, all only a few inches away.

"Humph!"

Tong Baixiong snorted coldly: "Master Dongfang, you invited me here today, is this how you treat guests?!"

"Brother Tong, you have misunderstood. Come in!" A voice came from the hall and eight warriors with spears retreated to both sides, as if the shooting just now was just an illusion.

Tong Baixiong entered the hall with an indifferent expression. The spatial layout of this hall was unique. Although its horizontal width was only more than 30 feet, its depth extended to more than 300 feet.

At the end there stood a towering platform, on top of which sat an old man with long fluttering beard.

Since there are no windows in the hall, light from the outside cannot penetrate in. Only a few bright candles are arranged along the entrance of the hall, emitting soft light, which makes this deep hall even more gloomy.

The old man was accompanied only by two dim oil lamps, which flickered, making his figure even more mysterious.

Xiong Baixiong couldn't see clearly, so he just thought the other party was still his good brother, so he bowed and said, "I am Tong Baixiong, the leader of Fenglei Hall, and I pay my respects to Dongfang Sect Leader."

"What else?" asked the figure on the platform.

Tong Baixiong was speechless for a while, but under the other party's indifferent eyes, he could only speak: "The Sun and Moon Divine Sect, with its combination of literary and martial virtues, has benefited the common people for thousands of years. The leader of the Sun and Moon Sect has unified the martial arts world."

"Brother Tong, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How have you been?"

"How dare you ask me this?!"

Tong Baixiong's words were full of indignation and dissatisfaction, and his voice echoed in the hall, seeming particularly loud.

"That Yang Lianting is simply a source of trouble!"

He gnashed his teeth and continued, "He has messed up the Divine Religion. There are no rules and people are demoralized. We, the old brothers who have followed the leader for many years, are all waiting for him to come out and take charge of the situation, but you are living in this palace and not going out. If we didn't know that your martial arts skills are already unrivaled in the world, we would suspect that Yang kidnapped you!"

After hearing this, the old man on the platform was afraid to speak for a moment.

He is just a fake, and now he comes up and scolds his immediate superior. What should I do?
Yang Lianting was hiding behind the old man. When he heard Tong Baixiong's disrespectful words to him, he was so furious that he could hardly hold back his impulse and wanted to stand up and scold Tong Baixiong face to face.

But thinking of his plan, he suppressed his anger and patted the old man lightly, signaling him to continue according to the plan.

The old man had to try to calm his inner turmoil, and slowly said: "Brother Tong, I know what I am talking about. The affairs of the Divine Religion are complicated and cannot be resolved overnight. Although I am in seclusion here, I am always thinking about you brothers. As for General Yang Lianting, he is also a member of the Divine Religion. We should not be suspicious of each other and make a fool of ourselves."

Then the old man changed the subject and continued, "The Divine Cult is now facing an extremely urgent matter, and this matter is best handled by you. Because I know Brother Tong's ability and loyalty very well, I specially invite you to come to Blackwood Cliff to discuss the plan together."

Tong Baixiong's anger gradually subsided when he heard this. He thought that Brother Dongfang still had him in mind, otherwise he would not have thought of him when he encountered difficulties.

So, he saluted and said, "Master, rest assured, I will do my best to live up to your trust. I just don't know what the specific matter is, so I hope you can tell me clearly."

The old man nodded and said in a dull tone: "I think Brother Tong has already known that Ren Woxing has returned to the martial arts world! He has gathered a group of traitors from the Divine Religion and has been fighting against the Divine Religion everywhere, causing us a lot of losses." "If it was just Ren Woxing, I wouldn't take it seriously. But Shaolin Fangzheng has been making small moves recently, and even joined forces with Wudang and the Five Mountains Sword Sect to make it difficult for the disciples of the Divine Religion to survive."

"To me, these two things are like stones in my shoes. They won't make me fall, but every step brings discomfort. It's hard to ignore and really disturbs my mind."

Tong Baixiong didn't think there was anything wrong with it after hearing this. After all, Dongfang Bubai had already been invincible in the world, and Ren Woxing and Fangzheng could only disgust him.

But a trace of doubt also arose in his heart, and he thought to himself: "The leader and I are friends who have risked our lives together, and we should be able to understand each other without saying much. Why did he talk to me for so long today and go around in circles? Is there something difficult to talk about, or is he deliberately testing my loyalty?"

He looked up at the old man on the platform, but unfortunately the light was too dim and he couldn't see the old man's expression at all.

Tong Baixiong couldn't see the old man's expression clearly, but the old man could see his expression clearly.

Realizing that the other party might be suspicious, the old man stopped beating around the bush and said quietly, "I want Brother Tong to lead the brothers of Fenglei Hall to attack Shaolin at night! Then surrender to me."

"Master, what do you mean?" Tong Baixiong's voice trembled slightly, but he still tried hard to control his emotions.

A night attack on Shaolin was easy to say, since he had wanted to do so for a long time anyway.

But if you surrender, I will do whatever I want. What’s the difference between this and suicide?
You must know that when Dongfang Bubai took over the power of the Sun Moon Sect, many high-ranking officials were dissatisfied. It was Tong Baixiong who killed Elder Luo with a single knife. From then on, no one else in the sect dared to say a word of dissent.

Such support comes from the loyal subordinates!
Why should Ren Woxing believe that he is sincere in surrendering?

"Brother Tong, rest assured. I won't let you go to die." The old man said calmly, "Ren Woxing has only gathered some traitors with average martial arts skills at this moment. The only real master is Xiang Wentian."

"Based on my understanding of Ren Woxing, he can no longer fully trust Xiang Wentian at the moment. He urgently needs a person with strong strength and high moral character to compete with Xiang Wentian. Only in this way will he feel at ease. And Brother Tong is that person."

Tong Baixiong originally wanted to ask Dongfang Bubai why he was so sure, but after changing his mind, he immediately understood and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Isn’t the person whom I trust 100% sitting right above me?
As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years.

Ren Woxing is arrogant, but also a very shrewd person. After experiencing the last betrayal, he will never trust anyone easily again, especially those "brothers" who once fought side by side with him.

Therefore, if he surrendered with the brothers of Fenglei Hall, he would have both the people and the fame. Ren Woxing would not kill him even if it was to check and balance Xiang Wentian.

After thinking it through, Tong Baixiong bowed and said, "I understand. Please be at ease, Master. I will live up to your trust and will not fail you."

"Okay! Brother Tong, I was right about you."

The old man nodded approvingly, and then made a promise to Tong Baixiong: "When Brother Tong returns safely, I will celebrate for him!"

"It's my duty to serve the leader!" Tong Baixiong smiled, as if he had returned to many years ago.

The two chatted for a few more sentences. The old man was very worried that Tong Baixiong would reminisce about the glorious past. If he couldn't answer the question and was exposed, he would be doomed.

So after a quick conversation, he found an excuse to send him away.

After Tong Baixiong left, the old man stood up in a panic and said, "Manager Yang, I did it according to your instructions. I had no choice but to say some things that went beyond the boundaries. Please understand!"

Yang Lianting snorted coldly, "What are you investigating? I was right behind you and witnessed it with my own eyes. How could I not know what happened?!"

The old man subconsciously squeezed his thighs together. Noticing Yang Lianting's darkened face, he smiled awkwardly and immediately changed the subject: "How did Manager Yang come up with the idea of ​​letting Tong Baixiong go to Ren Woxing as a spy? If he betrays Ren Woxing at the critical moment of the battle between Ren Woxing and the Divine Cult, the Divine Cult will surely win! But when Tong Baixiong returns, I'm afraid his reputation will rise again!"

Yang Lianting sneered, "Oh, who said he has a chance to come back? This old guy relies on his seniority to boss me around. I have tolerated him for a long time!"

The old man was startled and immediately regretted saying too much.
(End of this chapter)