Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1048 "Killing" Triple

Ding Shian stood in mid-air behind Lu Jin, turned around, and quietly looked at the wounds on his body.

"I admit defeat. I lost." Lu Jin decisively conceded.

He understood this principle. A single wound wouldn't kill him, but Ding Shian was fast and skilled, as had been evident just now. Ding Shian always managed to bypass his obstacles and inflict damage on him.

Once Ni Sheng loses the ability to heal and recover, he basically has no other means left.

It's like a person being cut with thousands of wounds. Even if the wounds are shallow and small, the accumulated blood loss and the degree to which it affects movement are enough to kill a person in a life-or-death battle.

The same goes for him. What if Ding Shian leaves him with hundreds of unhealable wounds if the fight goes on for a while longer? Lu Jin is confident that he can recover from one, two, three, five, ten, or even eight wounds, though it will be a bit slow.

But what if there are a hundred or a thousand questions?
At that time, quantitative change led to qualitative change, and the Qi bodies were too far apart. Lu Jinzhen wasn't sure if he could recover. The best outcome would be being knocked out of the third level and back to normal. If it were more serious, he might even be killed in this way.

Even if everything goes well, if being beaten becomes the norm and there's a possibility of being harmed, then there's no leverage for a protracted battle.

As the old saying goes, true mastery lies in cultivating one's physical and mental well-being.

"The future truly belongs to you young people. This imagination, this ability to adapt to changing circumstances—even your master probably doesn't possess it." Lu Jin descended from the sky. Ding Shian released the restrictions on his recovery methods, and the three cuts on his body instantly healed.

"Is that so?" Ding Shian glanced at He Songling beside him: "I think my wisdom is really no match for my master's."

This may seem like flattery, but it's not really flattery at all; it's Ding Shian's genuine admiration after being taught a lesson time and time again. When it comes to boundless imagination, He Songling is the master.

“No, you certainly didn’t think as much as he did, but his methods were dirty.” Lu Jin glared at He Songling with resentment. “You can use clean methods to build up abilities that surpass mine, which proves that your brain is really sharp. It also serves as proof that your master’s lineage can be strong without resorting to dirty tricks.”

"Get lost! What do you mean by 'dirty'? Winning is clean." He Songling wasn't going to play games with Lu Jin. He slapped him on the head again, then turned to look at the three "young people" with a benevolent smile: "Tell me, am I clean?"

"Clean and clean."

"Not dirty at all."

"Me too!"

The three nodded vigorously, afraid that if they were even a little slow to admit it, they would suffer the same fate as Lu Jin. "Senior brother, is this really okay?" Lu Jin spoke in a muffled voice, the sound produced by the vibration of his chest was rather dull. As he asked the question, he casually picked up the head that had fallen to the ground and put it back on himself, making the scene look quite gruesome.

“You personally led Reverse Life out of a dead end, making it the only ‘immortal technique’ that could clearly point to the path to immortality back then—and still is now. But now you are teaching your disciple a method to completely ‘kill’ it.”

"Do you think I'm some kind of ancient bumpkin?" He Songling laughed contemptuously. "Nothing can stay ahead of the curve and stand as the highest benchmark in the world forever after it's invented. If that were the case, and we hadn't even surpassed ancient civilizations, it would only prove that this civilization is about to perish."

No matter whether the reversal of life is at three, five, or six levels, it will eventually be eliminated and surpassed. Such a flamboyant technique, which everyone studies, deciphers, and targets, will eventually be 'killed' one day.

Since this day is inevitable, I might as well kill him beforehand. It's better to die at the hands of one's own people than at the hands of outsiders, right? Let me give you an example: imagine if I had never existed. If Master had been broken through three levels by Wugensheng that day, his power dissipated, and he died, what would have happened to our Sanyi Sect?

"This... I'm afraid the outcome won't be good." Lu Jin felt that he was very familiar with the scene He Songling described, and an indescribable fear began to spread in his heart. Even though he was now a great master at the late stage of the third level, he still felt cold all over.

“Now we can see the way forward and know the state of Master back then. And without you… I’m afraid we would have mistaken Wugensheng and Li Muxuan for murderers and gone out to hunt them down. To be honest, even now I’m quite annoyed by those two. But it’s not certain. Knowing Master’s personality, he probably won’t let us go down the mountain to take revenge.”

"Look at you, you never consider things comprehensively. You only thought about what Master would do, but didn't you consider what your uncle and senior brother would do?"

He Songling briefly described the scene from the original work to Lu Jin: "You know what kind of person my uncle is. He doesn't care about being connected to the heavens or not. He only cares about the status and strength of the Sanyi Sect."

He had watched his master transform the Sanyi Sect, a small, outlying sect, into the most powerful and influential sect in the world. Precisely because it had started from humble beginnings, he would never tolerate losing it. Furthermore, his uncle was a very capable and efficient person. Don't let his short stature fool you; he was actually quite intelligent.

"If my martial uncle were still here, he would definitely beat you up." Lu Jin recalled the time when he was learning martial arts at the Sanyi Sect. Back then, He Songling was often chased and beaten by Si Chong. Although he could only get a few hits, as He Songling would either run away or slide to his knees, he still often turned that peaceful mountain gate into a chaotic mess.

"He even beat me up? I've pushed the Reverse Life technique to the sixth level, becoming a creator god, even higher than the Dao Ancestor and Buddha. He knelt before me when I was only at the fourth level."

He Songling said smugly, "In that situation, since he knows that Wugensheng's ability can advance a second-level cultivator to a third-level one, he would naturally go and try to find Wugensheng. Of course, Senior Brother wouldn't feel comfortable letting Uncle-Master go down the mountain alone to find the Quanxing Sect Leader, so he would naturally go along as well."

But Wugensheng is elusive; even the Quanxing disciples themselves have trouble finding him, let alone my uncle and senior brother. They could only take a few Quanxing disciples hostage and spread rumors to coerce Wugensheng into showing himself. But Wugensheng isn't the only one in this world with ears.

With over a thousand members in the Quanxing sect, a large number of them must have heard the news before Wugensheng, who is hiding somewhere. Therefore, protecting the sect leader and eliminating threats isn't something only the righteous path would do. Do you think our senior uncle and brother, with their cultivation levels back then, could have survived? If they didn't, what would happen to the Sanyi sect?"

(End of this chapter)