Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1027 I Recommend the President of Trinity University to Be Your Mentor

"Really? Surely immortals wouldn't be so petty or prejudiced?"

Tu Junfang's first thought was his own safety, but he quickly realized what was going on and said, "No, it's one thing for others to say such things, but you, Ding Shian, have the nerve to say that to me? Are you some kind of member of the Quanxing sect?"

"Look, even you, a fellow disciple of Quanxing, don't subconsciously treat me as a member of Quanxing, let alone the old immortal."

Ding Shian spread his hands, saying calmly, "I haven't committed any blood feuds. My only hobby is fighting. Although I've killed people, it hasn't been many, and they were all deserved or willingly took the risk. Like you said, gods wouldn't be so petty or prejudiced. I'm sure the gods won't make things difficult for me with this little matter. As for you..."

Ding Shian looked Tu Junfang up and down. "With your appearance, you look like a villain. And those stinky three-corpse worms on you, you're the epitome of a great demon king."

"My path of cultivation is based on the ideas of the author of 'The Seven Tablets of the Cloudy Bookcase,' a proper and orthodox Taoist path! Zhang Junfang even shares the same name as me, so how am I being treated like a villain!" Tu Junfang retorted indignantly.

"Then don't look at me, I'm going to make a phone call."

Ding Shian made a phone call, and Ru Hu, seeing the unexpected surprise—a buy-one-get-one-free offer—was even more eager to agree. One more person meant one more source of firepower to share the brunt of the old couple's beatings!
So Ru Hu immediately patted his chest and said, "No problem, Lao Ding, just let your friend come. As long as he doesn't have too much blood on his hands, Chairman Ling won't care. Even if the old immortal is unwilling to personally guide him, I can beat him up a couple of times and guarantee he'll learn something."

Na Ruhu is now quite confident. Below the level of half-immortal and quasi-god, apart from the old Celestial Master, he dares to say that there is no one he cannot guide. Even if He Songling's old master Zuo Ruotong were to be resurrected, he is confident that he can have a discussion with Zuo Ruotong.

Hey, when exactly did the Left Gate Chief become such a standard unit of measurement for combat strength?
Without giving it much thought, Ru Hu, in a hurry as if afraid the person would run away, quickly tried to lure Tu Junfang over.

So when Ru Hu and Lu Jin appeared in He Songling's office three days later, after arranging matters for their respective sects, they were accompanied by two more people.

"Ding Shian, Tu Junfang."

He Songling announced the names of the two people.

"Chairman Ling!" The two men clasped their hands in greeting.

"Whether you herd one sheep or two, it's all the same. Old Ding, your strength is about the same as Old Na's, and the path you've taken is very similar to mine in the early days. With my guidance, I'm confident that you can surpass Old Na and defeat the Celestial Master before Old Na does."

He Songling's words sent chills down Ding Shian and Tu Junfang's spines. This wasn't the "challenge" that Ru Hu had mentioned about the Old Celestial Master; he had "caught the Old Celestial Master." What did that mean? If this had happened almost a year ago, it would have been a direct challenge to Zhang Zhiwei's "top-tier" reputation, even trampling on the dignity of Longhu Mountain.

This is a very serious situation; it might even lead to the entire Zhengyi sect regarding them as enemies.

However, Ding Shian didn't care about that. He had always been well-liked. What worried him was how to make others hostile towards him.

"Is it really true, old immortal?"

"Well, that goes without saying. You all know I'm He Songling, right? You can check the records. In the entire world of supernatural beings, is there any method I've ever seen that I don't know?"

You could say a few words to He Songling about other things, but when it comes to the art of the Hundred Families, he's a complete shoo-in. "You, Ding Shian, did a good job. You're much more likable than Wang Zhenqiu, who also plays the Hundred Families." Teachers like good students, and someone like He Songling, who can learn other people's techniques at a glance, is naturally favored by teachers.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Zhenqiu, that effeminate guy, was so disgusting, he would have taken care of Wang Zhenqiu as well.

So it must be said that Ding Shian's affability is truly innate; even He Songling likes him.

“The Sanyi Sect has now been transformed into a university, and it no longer has the feudal dregs of the past master-disciple and father-son system. Otherwise, I would definitely have to take you as my personal disciple.”

He Songling thought for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table: "Here's what we'll do. This time when we go to Trinity University, you can go and do a combined master's and doctoral program. Just apply to be the president's student. I'll have that old rascal Zhuge Yuan personally teach you. You'll be at least a candidate to become the vice president of Trinity University."

"Thank you so much, senior! I'm going through fire and water for you!" Ding Shian was no pushover either. He knelt down before He Songling with a "thump" and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

That's quite normal. Ding Shian's character is actually similar to Ru Hu's. He usually seems like a very proper person, but when he encounters someone with similar interests or skills, his cunning and sly nature comes out. Not to mention, for someone who studies various arts, kowtowing and begging to become a disciple is just commonplace for him.

"Hey, we weigh plants when we're working."

"Yes, thank you, President Ling." Ding Shian chuckled as he stood up. He didn't even need to do any special research; ever since he landed, Ru Hu had told him that Ling Songhe, the current CEO of Na Du Tong, was the same person who played He Songling back then, and he had figured everything out.

For someone like Ding Shian who studies various arts, there is one name he cannot avoid on this path: He Songling.

No matter which school you go to to learn martial arts, if they accept you as a student, they will inevitably mention how He Songling glanced at our family's moves and learned them, even improving them to be better than our family's hundreds of years-old techniques.

For Ding Shian, He Songling was a pure idol.

"Chairman Ling, what about me?" Tu Junfang secretly raised his hand.

"You," He Songling glanced at him, "how did you end up as a member of the Quanxing Sect? The Three Demon Sect is gone after all?"

Logically, things shouldn't have been so dire. Under He Songling's leadership, the war situation was much better than in the original historical accounts, at least for the supernatural community, it wasn't as horrific. After all, they had money, manpower, and guns, and they guided the supernatural individuals to join the army to truly maximize their abilities in protecting their homeland.

It won't be like in the original history, where the sect was caught off guard by the Japanese or, in a fit of rage, the entire sect was wiped out by the Japanese.

The Three Demons Sect shouldn't have just disappeared like this.

"Oh, don't even mention it. Although we didn't wipe out the entire sect during the War of Resistance against Japan under your leadership, the losses were still considerable. Of the sect that started with about forty people, only five or six remained."

Tu Junfang scratched his head, recalling what his master had told him: "As you know, it's not easy for our sect to make money, and it's even harder to pass on our traditions. We've lost two generations in two decades, and we haven't been able to cultivate two generations. If we continue like this, we'll only be able to decline completely."

(End of this chapter)