Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 781 He Songling: There are no gods in this world; we should still believe in science.

"Bang!"

Lu Jin's head was knocked off by He Songling once again. Using his head as a soccer ball, He Songling launched a powerful shot that embedded it directly into the wall of the Lu family mansion.

"Lu Jin, are you out of your mind? You haven't seen me for seventy years, have you forgotten who I am?" He Songling poked Lu Jin's eyes and said angrily, "Am I the kind of person who takes out my anger on others after I've been exposed? Huh? Tell me, could I be that kind of person?"

“You’re not one of them, are you?” Lu Jin felt a little sorry for her eyes that had been poked out. “It’s only because of me. If it were someone else, they would have shut up by now.”

Lu Jin sighed as he spoke, dissolving his head into qi and repositioning it back into his chest cavity. He then said solemnly:
"Senior brother, you may not know this, but the bespectacled young man outside just now is Lu Tong, my grandson. He learned the same kung fu as my father. His son, Lu Lin, is a doctoral student at university and he is already my chosen successor as the next head of the family. He knows quite a bit about you."

“That makes sense.” He Songling nodded. This was normal. In the original story, even the mere eight extraordinary skills caused chaos in the world, with conspiracy theories and riddles emerging one after another, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Moreover, he himself was a true immortal who had single-handedly created two sects that had now grown into behemoths, and had also left behind several extraordinary skills.

What Lu Jin told Lu Tong earlier wasn't just to scare him; talking about He Songling outside could really lead to death. Since Lu Tong had already said so, the thought of him dying wasn't so hard to accept.

So when Lu Jin said that, He Songling understood. This kid was telling He Songling to go easy on him, but actually he wanted to silence these younger generation members. Judging from his tone, if He Songling really intended to kill someone like Lu Tong who knew about his past deeds, he might not necessarily stop him.

It's not that Lu Jin doesn't love his family; he's just not as crazy as Lü Ci. He has a dozen or twenty grandchildren, but he didn't raise them all himself. He doesn't have that much energy, and he's not just the head of the Lu family.

But back then, he had grown up alongside his fellow disciples in the Sanyi Sect, including his old mentor Zuo Ruotong, not to mention He Songling, who personally mentored him for ten years and brought him into the second level.

Despite the fact that one side is related by blood while the other is not, when it comes to the difference in closeness, He Songling's side is definitely closer.

"Let's call them over."

"Understood." Seeing He Songling's expression, Lu Jin understood that he didn't intend to kill him, and felt relieved. After all, he was his grandson. So he shouted again, "Lu Tong! You scoundrel! Come here!"

Lu Tong could only walk up with a sullen face, like a grandson.

"Grandpa." Lu Tong greeted Lu Jin with his hands at his sides, then turned his gaze to He Songling: "This one..."

“You should call him Great-Grandpa.” Lu Jin wasn’t entirely making things up. Even Changqing, He Songling’s junior brother, had passed away. None of those who joined the sect earlier than He Songling were still alive. He was the oldest and most senior member of the Sanyi Sect, so calling him Great-Grandpa wasn’t inappropriate. The main reason was to conceal He Songling’s identity while still having his grandson use a respectful title.

"Ah, this..." Lu Tong was chosen by Lu Jin as the next head of the family. He was very smart. He had a guess when Lu Jin called He Songling "Senior Brother". But he was almost sixty years old. It was really hard for him to call someone who looked ten years younger than his son "Grandpa".

Unfortunately, he couldn't open his mouth, so Lu Jin told him to.

"Shout!" Lu Jin shouted. "What, can't Grandpa order you around?" "Hey, Lu, are you crazy? Why are you scaring the child?" He Songling stopped Lu Jin from the side. He had finally returned to the era in which he remembered himself. Although it was not his previous life, He Songling did not want others to think that he was a country bumpkin from the Qing Dynasty.

"Hey you, Xiao Tong, right? Don't listen to your grandpa's nonsense, let's talk business. Those younger folks called you Uncle Tong, right? I'll call you that too."

"No, wait!" Lu Tong's face turned pale. Who was this person? A deity. Seventy years ago, he was already a half-step immortal; seventy years later, his rebirth meant he must have become a true immortal. To have a deity call him uncle? He was afraid he'd instantly die on the spot.

"Stop with those feudal superstitions. What era are we living in? We should believe in science. Where are the gods and immortals in this world? These gods and immortals are just summaries of natural phenomena that we couldn't understand or explain when human science was still underdeveloped."

The scene was quite bizarre. He Songling used his divine powers to read Lu Tong's thoughts, knew what he was worried about, and then comforted him, telling him to believe in science and that there were no gods in this world.

"Ah, hehe, okay, hehe..." Lu Tong chuckled awkwardly, his expression extremely unnatural.

"Don't act like that. With your appearance, how can I entrust the Lu family to you?" Lu Jin was shameless. He thought back to how many outstanding people felt uncomfortable in the presence of He Songling. He himself felt the same way, yet he still asked for a grandson.

"I called you here to tell you about this person's identity, which I'm sure you've already guessed."

"Yes...yes." Lu Tong's first "yes" carried a hint of inquiry, but seeing Lu Jin's stern gaze, he quickly replied with another "yes."

“Let’s revise the arrangements I told you before. For the next two years, you’ll stay at home. You’re not allowed to go anywhere, go online, or make phone calls. Zhi Jinhua and the others don’t need to go to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony anymore; they’ll be treated the same as you.”

Lu Jin's words were essentially tantamount to sentencing these people to two years in prison. But Lu Tong dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction; in fact, he felt a great sense of relief.

At least I and those children are safe.

"When did it become the Lu family's turn to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?" He Songling asked, feigning seriousness. "What, did Longhu Mountain change its rules? Can the Celestial Master now be surnamed Lu?"

"No, well, it's hard to explain in a few words. Anyway, back then, Zhang Zhiwei had a junior brother named Zhang Huaiyi, do you remember him? Shorty, big ears."

Lu Jin briefly explained, "His grandson, Zhang Chulan, is in some trouble because of his grandfather's situation. The Celestial Master wants to protect him and plans to make him a Celestial Master. However, Zhang Chulan is not a member of the Longhu Mountain sect, so these bastards forced the Celestial Master to allow him to open the registration. Now, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is essentially a youth martial arts competition."

He Songling was of course aware of all these things, but he was still a little surprised that despite all the trouble he had caused, Zhang Boduan's Eight Extraordinary Skills were still being fought over by all sides, and Zhang Huaiyi had still died.

Could it be that Yang Lie went up there and courted death again?
He Songling became interested, "Okay, sign me up, I want to participate too."

(End of this chapter)