Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1022 I'll rip your head off, Lu Jin, and kick it like a ball

"How fresh!"

Upon hearing He Songling's question, Mu You couldn't help but chuckle: "I just told you, among all the extraordinary people in the whole Zhong family, we are the ones who best align with your ideals, are the most advanced, and were the first to enter the modern era. How could I not go to Trinity College?"

“Back in Trinity College…” He Songling glanced at Lu Huizhong, only to be glared at by his wife. “Why are you looking at me? I was looking for you there!”

"Trinity University is in a semi-closed state, but nobody in the industry dares to mess with it. It's not like they've directly shut themselves off from enrollment."

Seeing that the couple might start fighting and destroy the hotel, Mu You quickly said, "Even if no one signs up, if we go back to the state of your Sanyi Sect back then, it would still have to go down the mountain to recruit students."

Our little inn had a pretty good relationship with you back then. The old manager even owed you a favor, and of course, we helped you with some things. I went to your inn with a letter of recommendation from the inn and offered my services, so of course they had no reason to refuse me. Back then, Mr. Lu was the vice principal and director of the teaching office, right, Mr. Lu?"

"Ahem." Lu Jin coughed awkwardly.

He was in an awkward position. His senior brother had left the Sanyi Sect to them. In fact, Si Chong was his uncle, and Cheng Zhen was his senior brother. These two had clearly reached the end of their development back then and couldn't keep up with the pace. Shui Yun and Chang Qing only had the advantage of arriving early and cultivating steadily. In essence, the Sanyi Sect was left to him and Zhuge Yuan.

And what happened to him? His own cultivation failed to open the Xuan Gate, and he was even a step behind his master before his death—you have to know that Lao Zuo continued to cultivate with incorrect techniques, a crippled body, and a broken Dao heart, while Lu Jin cultivated at the third level, which is capable of opening the Xuan Gate.

Aside from his own cultivation, he didn't achieve anything in terms of nurturing the next generation, and he even almost caused Trinity University to regress to the state it was in when it was under the command of the former prison commander.

So when he first met He Songling again, He Songling knocked his head off, and Lu Jin still feels that he deserved it.

Lu Jin hadn't even introduced Mu You, one of the few students who could be considered outstanding, to He Songling yet.

"You know you're courting death, right?" He Songling couldn't stand Lu Jin no matter how he looked at her. "You're just like Hu Zi. You should take off all your responsibilities first. Go home now, hand over the position of family head to your grandson, and then come back to university with me."

“This…” Lu Jin looked troubled.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to relinquish power; the key was that the Lu family was the same Lu family from Jiangdong during the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the Lu family of Lu Kang and Lu Xun. It had been passed down for nearly two thousand years, making it the oldest of the four families. In fact, according to Zhang Daoling, it was even older than the entire history of Taoism.

Even in modern times, the Lu family is a large family and a large enterprise. Although he has been letting his grandson try to take over many things, Lu Jin is still a little afraid that something might go wrong if he suddenly dumps everything on him.

"You, you're such a fucking idiot."

He Songling couldn't help but elbow Lu Jin on the head, slamming it to the ground. "You're the head of such a large family, and you always act unilaterally? Don't you ever make any contingency plans? What if I hadn't taken you away today, and you had been killed outside? Would the Lu family be finished?" He Songling grew angrier as he spoke, kicking Lu Jin's head like a ball. "I was just talking about Lü Ci and forgot to mention you, wasn't I? Lü Ci is extreme and narrow-minded. It's one thing for him to do something like this, but your Lu family looks respectable, like a modern organization, yet you're involved in such shady dealings?"

"Oh ho..." Lu Jin's head was dribbled around on the ground like a soccer ball by He Songling. He was already at the late stage of the third level, so of course he could turn his head into Qi and let it float back to his body as a wisp of Qi. However, he dared not.

After waiting for a long time, He Songling finally kicked him back into the neck, and Lu Jin was able to put his head back on. The 110-year-old man's energy was far from what it used to be. This minor injury was nothing to him, but with his head being tossed around on the ground, he felt like he was surrounded by mosquito coils.

Her body spun around two and a half times, and she almost lost her balance and fell to her knees.

"Senior brother, please don't pinch my head anymore. I'm over a hundred years old. Can you take it?" Lu Jin groaned as he sat on the ground, clutching his head.

"You still remember I'm your senior brother? Back in our Sanyi Sect days, I used to love taking people's heads off to play with all the time, don't you remember?"

This was a lingering ailment from He Songling's previous life. Si Chong's head was chopped off during the Quanxing's attack, and people carried it around shouting, "Let's see if you can grow your head back!" Seeing that tragic scene, He Songling, as a reader at the time, secretly resolved to show them whether Ni Sheng could grow his head back.

When he broke through to the second level, he first began to reconstruct his upper dantian, Niwan Palace, and went straight to the late stage of the second level. The first time he officially fought against someone in the circle was in the battle with Zhang Zhiwei on the back mountain of the Lu family. He took off his head and attacked Zhang Zhiwei with Qi in the air.

Later, he would teach his fellow disciples how to reconstruct the upper dantian and how to grow their heads back onto their necks, whenever he had a spare moment. When they reached the third and fourth levels, he became even more extreme, basically carrying their heads around like balls every day, and even frequently taking off the heads of those in the third level prison.

The San Yi Sect hasn't disappeared; instead, it's a major holy site within the circle. The original Quanxing group is mostly wiped out, and modern Quanxing members are much more honest, so it's unlikely anyone would know the reason behind He Songling's actions. But old brothers like Lu Jin will forever remember He Songling's quirk.

"What abilities do you and Master have? How can we compare?" Lu Jin muttered under his breath, before He Songling kicked him away again.

"Get out!" He Songling said angrily, "What era are we living in? Even if you've always held absolute power, and your descendants can't handle everything, can't they at least call or video chat with you? Do you really have to keep the Lu family's official seal tied to your belt? Get out of here now, or if all else fails, I'll teleport you back!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing that He Songling was clearly really angry, Lu Jin didn't dare to offend this senior brother. He quickly found a secluded place, transformed into a wisp of white smoke, and with a gentle breeze blowing by, he soared up and flew directly to the airport.

Of course, airplanes are faster. Lu Jin isn't He Songling, who can open any door in his own world.

"Almost everyone's gone." He Songling's "last words" or "explanation" had finally come to an end. He looked at the last of the Nine Elders, his good friend, the former top master, Zhang Zhiwei, the Old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

"So, Lao Zhang, are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)