Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1020 Expired - A Top-Tier Master is Still a Top-Tier Master
"That's hard to say."

He Songling shrugged: "Wang Ye has his own career now. How he chooses to go in the future is up to him. I think young Wang is doing a good job. He can handle most of the work in the new company. I guess it's also because the family bloodline has been awakened."

"You fucking..."

Song Mian rushed up and grabbed He Songling by the collar, not afraid of being beaten, and glared at He Songling angrily: "That is the disciple of Wudang who is most likely to become an immortal since the time of our patriarch Zhang Sanfeng. If you dare to get rid of him, I will never forgive you!"

"Look at what you're saying. You personally approved the expulsion of Wang from his sect. You altered the official seal. Although you didn't write the articles about the family tree on the official WeChat account and website, you still gave your approval. Who are you going to ask for a disciple from?"

He Songling was good at this; he was a master at being a rogue. He leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, letting Song Mian grab his collar, and said:

"Besides, you're not done with me yet? How are you not done with me? Do you think you can beat me? Even if you and your fellow disciples come together, I'll allow you to bring out the relics of Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng. Do you think you can defeat me if you all attack me together?"

"Hmph, you wait and see. I can't beat you, but I don't believe your Sanyi Sect can have immortals forever. When I die, I will leave behind an ancestral precept: Wudang and your Sanyi Sect will fight to the death!" Song Mian was really desperate and didn't care about the difference in martial arts at all.

People around them came up to stop them.

Na Ruhu laughed it off, "Hey, Old Song, what's going on here? Look, we're all civilized people, let's talk this out."

“That’s right, Elder Song. You’re over a hundred years old. To start a fight like this in the hotel lobby, with cameras all around, what if someone posts it online? What will become of Wudang’s reputation?” Feng Zhenghao also chimed in, trying to dissuade him.

"Don't worry, my daughter works at that company too. She's one of your top students, and I'm sure she won't fall behind in her studies. My daughter's abilities are much stronger than before..."

"Nonsense! You're related by blood, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. Once she leaves the temple, Feng Shayan will still have the surname Feng, and Wang will leave Wudang, but she won't be a Wudang Taoist anymore. It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!"

Feng Zhenghao's words only made things worse. Song Mian immediately turned around and angrily berated him, "Little Feng, get out of my way, or I'll hit you first! Or do you want to try your luck with me? Grandma Guan is gone now, you can use your Spirit Binding Technique anytime you want, come on!"

"Hey, look, Old He just said that these days we don't rely on brute force anymore. When it comes to fighting skills, who among the Ten Elders can I, Feng Zhenghao, beat..." Feng Zhenghao awkwardly let go of her hand.

Are you kidding me? Fight Song Mian? Can he beat an old man with a combat-oriented "unique skill"? Feng Zhenghao does have some trump cards and a few powerful spirit bodies, but the problem is, how does he fight this old man?
Do you really think that the true meaning of Tai Chi can't hit your spirit? Unless Feng Zhenghao can kill Zhang Zhiwei on the spot and capture his spirit, no spirit is enough for Song Mian to beat.

"Old Song, you're getting on in years, why bother?" Zhang Zhiwei, once a top expert, finally spoke up. "Look at my apprentice, he drove him away, and do you see how anxious I am?"

"Nonsense, you have ten disciples, and even without He Songling causing trouble, one of them would still have died. How can that be the same?" Song Mian also spoke without thinking.

He doesn't even consider that Wang Ye is his great-grand-disciple in terms of seniority, and Wang Ye's master, Yunlong, is also his grand-disciple. If Zhang Zhiwei doesn't care if one of his ten disciples leaves, how many great-grand-disciples does he have in Wudang?
Furthermore, it's never good to make a fuss about someone's deceased apprentice.

"Old Song," Zhang Zhiwei's face darkened as expected, "You just asked Xiaofeng if he wanted to come with you, and Xiaofeng said it was pointless. So, judging from your tone, you want to come with me, Old Zhang?" Ever since seeing He Songling again, Zhang Zhiwei's personality had regained some of its former vitality. He grinned maliciously, almost as if he had returned to his ugly face from his youth, cracking his knuckles, which gleamed with gold, as he walked towards Song Mian.

"What do you want to do?" Song Mian released He Songling's clothes with a wary look, assumed a wild horse mane starting stance, and looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was approaching.

"Old Song, don't be afraid. We've sparred quite a bit over the years, it's nothing. Besides, ever since Old He and his wife reappeared, and Old Ying's group, Old Zhong's group, I've been implicitly called 'the best.' Even if you're not fighting the best, you might not necessarily lose!"

Zhang Zhiwei's beard was even blown up by the invisible Qi waves.

"Go to hell!"

Although Song Mian was a bit carried away, he wasn't out of his mind. What did he mean by saying that just because you're not a top-tier expert, I could possibly defeat you? You're not like Jie Kong, whose meridians were destroyed and who regressed from being a top-tier expert. It's just that someone surpassed you, not that you regressed on your own.

I didn't know that you, Zhang Zhiwei, slapped me twice.

It's no big deal to get beaten up by He Songling; after all, he's a deity, that's common knowledge, and who hasn't been beaten up by him and his wife back in the day? Getting beaten to the ground after a confrontation with him would actually make one seem more principled, but to be beaten down by Zhang Zhiwei, this outdated top-tier expert...

Tsk, the brilliance of Wudang's divine skills is probably going to be ruined.

Feng Zhenghao is right. This is the lobby of a five-star hotel. Even without cameras everywhere, there are still so many people coming and going, each with a mobile phone. If someone takes a picture and posts it online, what will happen if people say that Wudang is not as good as Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion?
We live in the internet age. Strength depends entirely on the perceptions of young people. Haven't you seen how Buddhism has been branded as a conspiracy theorist and villain? If this video gets leaked, how will Wudang recruit students in the future?

Song Mian quickly stepped back a few paces and stood at the hotel entrance, shouting, "You just wait! If you don't return my Wudang disciples to me, this isn't over!"

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went out. It has to be said that he was the head of Wudang. His Tai Chi skills were so good that he pushed the huge electric revolving door of the hotel, making it rotate as fast as a five-speed electric fan.

"Old He, what about this..." Feng Zhenghao watched Song Mian walk away before coming up to ask.

"What are you doing?" He Songling glared at him.

"Yes, what are you doing?" The remaining people present also looked at Feng Zhenghao.

"No, my daughter is with you too..."

"What do you mean 'in my world'? She's working for herself. Do you look down on independent women?" He Songling started with the familiar boxing style from Xiaohongshu. "Besides, Song Mian, you old fool, don't understand. You, President Feng, started your business and have a net worth of hundreds of billions. Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

(End of this chapter)