"Can't Alliance Leader Xia really wait until the sacrifice is complete?" Dongfang Gu asked with a frown, while Dongfang Yu said, "Then how are we supposed to know whether Fellow Daoist Xia will actually help us kill Dongfang Nian?"
I kept my expression perfectly still and said calmly, "I take people's money to solve their troubles, and the price was clearly stated. Besides, if I kill Dongfang Nian, who's to say you won't stab me in the back and kill me afterward? Wouldn't that leave me with nothing but a broken basket and scattered rice?"
"This... How could we do such a thing?" Dongfang Gu snorted, but there was clearly a flicker of evasion in his eyes. Evidently, after losing his memories, his ability to keep his emotions hidden still had a long way to go.
I answered with a cold laugh. "Give me the Tzu Gui Method and the Origin-Returning Method. We'll all sign a blood contract. I'll kill him before the final deadline you set. That should satisfy you, shouldn't it?"
"What? You dare sign a blood contract?" Dongfang Yu was visibly startled. After all, signing a blood contract for a matter involving killing someone and taking their possessions meant that if I failed the mission, I would inevitably suffer heavenly calamity and divine punishment. That meant I would have no choice but to kill him. Moreover, regardless of what happened to Dongfang Nian along the way—say, his cultivation suddenly shot through the heavens while I failed to kill him before the deadline—I would still meet a certain death. This was no different from staking my life on a military decree!
"If you're willing to sign a blood contract, then there's truly nothing more to discuss. But Alliance Leader Xia, are you sure you don't need me to