Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1029 Tu Junfang: The World's Martial Arts Level Has Decreased Tenfold, But I Remain Unchanged
"I can't afford it."

Just kidding, if Tu Junfang were rich, would he have ended up in such a sorry state? In the original novel, he wore the same black coat from beginning to end, from being beaten into a paraplegic by the Old Master on the Xilin Gol Grassland, to ambushing Lü Ci, and then being ambushed and defeated by Feng Baobao.

Judging from his combat habits and the hygiene of these three corpses, that thing was probably dirtier than a toilet mop. The fabric, in Northern dialect, was so tough it looked like iron, reflecting a metallic sheen when placed under the sun.

Given his financial situation, he can't even afford a piece of clothing, let alone 80,000 silver dollars.
Not to mention, how much would 80,000 silver dollars from that time be worth now? Given He Songling's cunning nature, after all these years, do you think he wouldn't want interest?

Don't underestimate the former world's richest man just because he wasn't a shrewd businessman. Even if he didn't manage things, he was still one of the world's biggest shrewd businessmen.

"That's settled then. I have some connection with Elder Yang of the Three Demons Sect from three generations ago, but it's limited. The first time we met, he smashed my head with Corpse Pengju in one blow. I'm being lenient by not seeking revenge."

He Songling shrugged. "Besides, to be frank, I've wasted my breath. All the people I've taught along the way have either possessed extremely strong talent and potential, or they are like Xiao Zizai, who harbors immense power within them, or like Ru Hu and Ding Shian, who inherently possess immense power."

You, Tu Junfang… what do you have? You're getting on in years, and your abilities aren't anything special. It's not that I look down on you, but if you studied something properly, you might have a chance to reach… well, how should I put it, the level of a graduate student at Trinity University, that would be about right.”

Tu Junfang's abilities were certainly not weak, but in He Songling's eyes, they were nothing special. This wasn't meant to be sarcastic; it was simply the truth.

Many years ago, when he met the Three Demons Sect, he had deduced why the Three Demons Sect did not have much of a reputation during the chaotic times, but Tu Junfang could be considered a top expert in times of peace and prosperity.

Because fighting skills are usually honed through a lot of real combat experience. In chaotic times, what people have no shortage of is real combat experience. Every day, the moment they open their eyes, they may find themselves in three to five life-or-death battles. Win and you live; lose and you die.

When everyone was highly skilled in combat, the Three Demon Sect naturally couldn't demonstrate its advantage. Later, when peace and prosperity arrived, people rarely fought anymore, especially when deadly battles were reduced to almost nothing. The Three Demon Sect's cultivation method, which relied on meditation, enlightenment, and the severing of the three corpses to enhance strength, actually showed its advantage.

This is the legendary saying, "The level of martial arts in the world has decreased tenfold, but my level remains unchanged."

That's all.

The Three Demons faction doesn't have a high ceiling. Once everyone's combat skills catch up, they won't show any extraordinary abilities. In the past, they might have been somewhat remarkable, since large-scale combat and deathmatches are now prohibited, which is an objective fact.

But now that He Songling is planning to open the Heavenly Gate for the entire world of extraordinary beings, an era where everyone has a path to heaven, the Three Demon Sects are completely insignificant. They can only follow He Songling's plans and get a little something in return; they don't expect a deity to personally provide one-on-one instruction!

That would be too much to ask of He Songling.

The only interesting thing about Tu Junfang was the Three Corpses Technique of the Three Demon Sect. But neither the Three Corpses Technique nor the Three Corpses Severing Technique were the things in the prehistoric novels; they were just ordinary cultivation methods that He Songling had already seen and mastered.

It wasn't that He Songling looked down on Tu Junfang; at his level, he looked down on all ordinary people equally. It was just that Tu Junfang was too "mediocre." He didn't have anything about him that He Songling found interesting or that he could "study" about.

If he possessed Prince Zhong's "Heaven-Mending Hand" skill, He Songling would certainly be interested. However, it's a pity that Tu Junfang, though powerful, didn't forge any further paths beyond the Three Corpse Techniques of the Three Demon Sect.

He's already middle-aged, and as He Songling said, he really doesn't have much room for growth anymore.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you." Tu Junfang was somewhat dejected. It seemed that the opportunity to revitalize the Three Demon Sect had been missed. No, according to the old immortal in front of him, the Three Demon Sect was destined to be eliminated by the tide of history.

He was about to step out of He Songling's office when he was stopped by Ru Hu and Ding Shian, who held him down on either side.

"Hey, Lao Tu, where are you going?" Ding Shian asked with a sly smile.

"If this immortal god won't take me in, I'll go home." Tu Junfang said, puzzled.

"Nonsense! Didn't we agree on this when you came here? I spoke to Old Na, and he promised you that although he couldn't guarantee you'd learn from the old immortal, at the very least you'd learn from us. If all else fails, Old Na and I will beat you up every day. That's progress, isn't it?"

Ding Shian was cunning too. As the old saying goes, how can you learn a hundred arts if you're not quick-witted? He was even more astute than Ru Hu, and he keenly realized that if he followed this old master to learn, he would inevitably get beaten up every day. Perhaps Ru Hu couldn't take it anymore, so he came to him to share the fire.

Of course, this wasn't exactly a scheme against him. Not everyone gets the chance to be beaten by a deity, especially one whose path perfectly aligns with his own.

Ding Shian didn't resent Ru Hu, but she still had to leave herself a way out.

The immortal couple were definitely no match for him, and Lu Jin, one of the "two heroes," was no match either. He was new here, and he probably couldn't beat Ru Hu either. So there had to be someone who could defeat him as a last resort, and Tu Junfang was the best candidate for this unfortunate child. Ding Shian was determined to keep him here no matter what.

"No, even the gods don't want me anymore. Do you two have a solution?" Tu Junfang looked surprised. He hadn't realized that Old Ding was so confident that he could even speak on behalf of the gods.

"That's why I say you're not very bright. It's no wonder the gods don't want you." Na Ruhu sighed, placing his large hand on Tu Junfang's shoulder, causing his three corpses to tremble violently. Danger signals were already ringing at the highest level in his mind, and he had to use all his strength to suppress the urge to strike first.

"We both said we'd beat you up every day. There are so many roads in this world, and the old god isn't blocking any of them. Why don't you just walk this road to Fujian?"

As Ru Hu sensed the tremors of the three corpses, he gently pressed down with his palm, and to Tu Junfang's horrified gaze, he actually forced the three corpses back into his body.

"From the perspective of the journey, we're just going the same way, and the old immortal didn't forbid anyone from following along; as for the people we're learning from, I'm learning from the old immortal, and you're learning from both of us, so what's the problem?"

(End of this chapter)