Castle of Black Iron

Hearing Bai Heng's words and watching him shake his head constantly, Zhang Tie almost burst into laughter.

"Senior, what do you want? How about gifting you something like the others do as your compensation!"

Raising his head, Bian Heng watched Zhang Tie arrogantly, saying, "I have all kinds of things. I've been fed up with human-level immortal outfits. I don't even treasure average earth-level immortal outfits. Rarities are almost meaningless for me. As long as I ask for them, a lot of people would queue up to gift them to me. I don't think you could gift me Nine Heavens Immortal Spring and 10 billion population so that I could promote to an immortal emperor!"

Zhang Tie became helpless as he shrugged, "What do you want then, senior?"

"Let me think about it. Let me think about it. Coincidentally, I met you. I could never waste this opportunity..." Bian Heng continued to pace to and fro in front of Zhang Tie as he took a look at Zhang Tie every once a while. Given his look, he might have determined to make full use of Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie could only wait aside as he also wondered about Bian Heng the Yama's solution.

After a few minutes of walk, Bian Heng suddenly patted his head as he became thrilled. Closely after that, he turned around and squinted at Zhang Tie in a bit obscene way, causing Zhang Tie's butt to shrink at a stroke.

"Ahem, ahem... erm... what could you do?"

"Senior, you mean what jobs could I do?" Zhang Tie asked him while pointing at his own nose.

"Cut the crap!"

Scratching his head, Zhang Tie replied, "I could do a lot of jobs. I cannot list them all. Senior, which job are you referring to?"

"Can you be a butler?"

"Butler?" Zhang Tie was shocked as he thought he had misheard it. "Senior, do you want me to be your butler and help you cope with chores and do odd jobs..."

"Yes!" Bian Heng's face turned extremely vivid at once as if his eyebrows were dancing, saying, "I've thought it through. Disciple or sworn brother couldn't match this way. Think about it. If you're my butler, when you become famous and powerful in the future, you're still my butler and should still call me master and do chores and odd jobs for me. Isn't it better than being my disciple and sworn brother? If so, I would be more well-known than Force Emperor, Star Emperor, Rune Emperor, Emperor NvWa and Dragon Emperor. They would not look that arrogant in front of me any longer..."

Zhang Tie became speechless. Previously he had heard a saying——patients with mental disorder always have train of thoughts. He could really not understand what Bian Heng was thinking about.

"Senior, why do you think that I will have a bright future?"

"Nonsense, you're just a wind immortal general; however, you escaped away from Versatile Demon Emperor. Even I couldn't ensure that I would make it. How could such a person not have a bright future?" Bian Heng said as he took a glance at Zhang Tie with a bit jealousy and admiration, adding, "Additionally, your spiritual energy has already been real and as surging as an ocean. It's the most powerful spiritual energy that I've ever seen. Even my spiritual energy couldn't match yours. Given this point alone, I know that you have the confidence and trump card to have a bright future even if your qi sea is empty now. How could you be unknown in Motian Realm? Do you think I'm blind?"

Watching Zhang Tie slightly changing his face, Bian Heng continued with a bit arrogance, "Don't worry. Only I know your situation. Even if we couldn't make an agreement, I would never leak this information to anybody else. I always have great medical ethics. Although I'm greedy, I always keep my word. I never leak any information about my patients to the public. You could ask about it outside!"

"Of course, I believe in you, senior!" Zhang Tie became slightly reassured as he heaved a deep sigh. Bian Heng was really something. Although Zhang Tie had prepared for it mentally, as long as he thought that he had exposed so many secrets the moment Bian Heng touched his pulse, Zhang Tie would feel a bit intense. "Senior, for how long do you want me to serve you?"

"How long? Heh heh, of course, for the rest of your life. As long as you're still alive, you will serve me as my butler. It would be meaningless if you only serve me a couple of years or dozens of years..."

Bian Heng's words startled Zhang Tie at a stroke. 'F*ck, given his words, I have to sell myself to him.' Zhang Tie finally understood why he was called Bian Heng the Yama. 'This guy is too sinister and greedy...'

"No. No way..." Zhang Tie hurriedly shook his head decisively.

"I've not finished my words..." Bian Heng shrugged with a pleasant look as he added, "Nominally, you need to serve me for the rest of your life and we need to sign a bloody pledge. However, I would not let you do chores. White Dragon Gulf was close to Tiger Back Mountain. It's a fishing ground gifted by Emperor NvWa's Palace. I've not cared about that place at all. As my butler, you will be responsible for that fishing ground. No matter what, you will take care of it, I will not intervene with your freedom. You could do whatever you want. I will not let you do other jobs. After you recover your qi sea, you could leave there too. But nominally you're responsible for that fishing ground on behalf of me. How about that? Additionally, after becoming my butler, you shall call me master wherever you're and whatever your identity is..."

'Are you serious?' Zhang Tie was a bit moved as he wouldn't suffer any loss. Additionally, it was not shameful for him to be a butler of Bian Heng the Yama. Perhaps in many people's opinions, it was even a great glory to strike up an acquaintance with Bian Heng. 'I only need to call him master. It's not a big deal. I have even become a flesh bag at the beginning, am I afraid of this? Furthermore, if Bian Heng could really cure me, it's not a big deal for me to call him master publicly...

But Zhang Tie had one more question...

"Senior, why do you believe in me so much. What if you regretted it?"

"Hehhehheh, do you want to know why I believe in you so much?"

Zhang Tie nodded.

Bian Heng replied with a mysterious smile, "Because I know you've not told a single lie since I entered this parlor. Of course, I believe in you. If you've told even one lie, I would have asked for more conditions to cure you..."

After hearing Bian Heng's words, Zhang Tie's heart raced as he was indeed not telling any lies just now. 'But how did Bian Heng know that?'

Zhang Tie glanced over Bian Heng. Finally, he caught sight of a bizarre finger ring on Bian Heng's finger. Zhang Tie slightly squinted his eyes, 'Is it...'

"Hahaha, although this finger ring is bizarre, it's not as marvelous as you imagine. Stop guessing about it. After all, as long as someone is telling a lie in front of me, I will know it..." Bian Heng replied as he watched Zhang Tie, asking, "How do you feel about my condition?"

"Well, I agree!" Zhang Tie nodded.

Bian Heng then burst out laughing...