Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 785 Zhang Chulan, I'll draw you a student ID.
"Lu Tong, you little brat..." Lu Jin gritted his teeth. Spending 50,000 yuan on a high-speed rail ticket from Zhejiang to Jiangxi? Even if there were nine of them, it was still too much of a misunderstanding.

No matter how large and wealthy the Lu family is, they can't afford to squander it like this.

But there's nothing I can do now, I have to leave, otherwise all 50,000 will be wasted.

Longhu Mountain.

During the summer vacation, the number of people surged, and it was so crowded that it was difficult to even find a place to stand.

"Thirty-one amulets, only thirty! They're genuine amulets blessed by a venerable master!"

"Slow down! Don't get lost!"

“Esteemed benefactor, are you here to offer incense? I suggest you turn left at the bottom of the mountain. There is a Huiling Temple about 20 kilometers away. The Buddha there is even more efficacious than the Celestial Master.”

The noise was incessant.

"This is one of the largest forces in the lineage of the Old Zhong Yiren, the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion, a blessed land with a history of over a thousand years?" Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely. "It seems different from what I imagined."

"Hey! Young man, don't barge in! Did you buy your tickets?" Just as Zhang Chulan, Xu San, Xu Si, and Feng Baobao were about to step up the mountain, a plump old woman poked her head out from a small pavilion.

"I'm here to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony..."

"You have to buy a ticket to participate in anything!" The plump woman wasn't going to put up with it at all.

"I am invited by the Old Celestial Master..."

"You have to buy a ticket no matter who invites you!" The fat auntie didn't care who it was. The old master was an egg, not someone invited by the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau. She leaned forward and spat all over Zhang Chulan's face. If it weren't for Zhang Chulan's family background in "hiding," any other supernatural being would have had their protective magic activated.

"Haha, I won't remind you. Let's see when you'll understand." Xu Si put his hand on Zhang Chulan's shoulder. "Do you really think this is a martial arts novel? This mountain is managed by the Culture and Tourism Bureau. Tickets are sold through bidding. That tiny little bit on the back mountain is the territory of the Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"What a load of rubbish." Zhang Chulan secretly despised his own performance. Although he had lived a rather mysterious life since childhood, he was still a young man born in the 90s who had actually gone to university. How could he have entered this world of supernatural beings so quickly, only a few days ago, and already seemed to be thinking in another world?

"Two hundred and sixty!?" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise when he saw the ticket price. "I'm a college student, can you give me a discount?"

"Student tickets are 50% off, show me your student ID." The plump woman held out her hand.

"Ah, this..." Zhang Chulan chuckled awkwardly. He assumed that following Xu San and Xu Si, "regional heads of state-owned enterprises," meant he could go anywhere without any restrictions, and he hadn't considered this possibility at all. Zhang Huaiyi hadn't left much money; he even had to apply for a student grant to attend university.

Although he joined NaDuTong a few months ago, the problem is that it's a courier company that pays by the piece. For the past two or three months, Zhang Chulan has been focusing on cultivation in order to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, so he hasn't done much work and hasn't earned much money.

"I forgot my student ID, but we can connect to the internet..."

"No student ID, full-price adult ticket!" the plump woman immediately changed her mind.

Zhang Chulan could only chuckle awkwardly and look behind him, saying, "Fourth Brother, I'm just doing this for the company. Do you think this expense can be reimbursed..."

"Use mine."

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"This guy sounds really handsome," Zhang Chulan thought to himself, then turned around and exclaimed, "Wow!"

I knew he'd be handsome, but I never imagined someone could be this handsome.

This old guy is so handsome and kind-hearted, are there really angels in this world? Zhang Chulan didn't think much of it, gratefully accepting the student ID, flipping it open, "Ling Songhe, Jiangdong University, Hometown... Ethiopia!?"

"Hey, I'm from Fujian, you know, visa-free access all over the world."

He Songling smiled as he looked at the male protagonist in front of him, who was practically invisible in the main book, and said, "It's about being a college entrance exam immigrant. My grades weren't very good, and I originally wanted to study art. But then my fourth uncle said he had a way to get here by sea, so I came in as an imported student..."

"Ah...haha, haha..." Zhang Chulan's lips twitched twice. Even someone as thick-skinned as him didn't know what to say. However, he suddenly thought of a problem, "Wait a minute, how do I use your student ID?"

“Easy, I’ll draw one for you.” He Songling started taking things out of his pockets: a certificate blank, a pen, a camera, double-sided tape, a seal…

"No, bro, are you Doraemon?" Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded.

"This kid is probably a weapon refiner, and he uses magical artifacts." Xu Si whispered behind him, "Regardless of how skilled he is, the magical artifacts he carries make fighting him feel like you're being attacked by several people at once. He's very difficult to deal with."

"Wait a minute, are there any weapon refiners at this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

Xu San scratched his head. Their mission was to get Feng Baobao to help Zhang Chulan win the Luo Tian Grand Tournament. They naturally knew about these contestants, but none of them were weapon refiners—even now that Trinity University has expanded its reach, weapon refiners are still very rare.

Before Zhang Chulan could react, he saw his old friend finish taking out his things, raise his camera, and casually snap a picture of his face.

"Kacha!"

I put it back in my pocket. Less than fifteen seconds later, when I took it out again, there was a printed one-inch photo.

"Swish swish swish... Click!"

He Songling wrote with lightning speed, instantly producing a booklet of printed text, pasted Zhang Chulan's one-inch photo on it, and finally stamped it with a steel seal.

"Alright, take it!"

He Songling tossed the newly made "student ID" out, and Zhang Chulan caught it without hesitation. "Whoa!"

This thing is exactly the same as the one he received his student ID on the day it was issued. Even the magnetic strip inside for buying train tickets feels so real. If it weren't so new, Zhang Chulan would have suspected that the person in front of him had stolen his student ID.

"Great skill!" Zhang Chulan gave a thumbs up. "But how did you know my personal information?"

“Who doesn’t know you, Zhang Chulan?” He Songling said matter-of-factly.

"That's not that fine..."

"What era are we living in, bro? I could spend 20,000 yuan to hire a hacker to break into your school's system, and find out anything!"

"No...you son of a bitch..." Zhang Chulan opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. He had struggled to survive for so many years and had long since developed a survival strategy based on shamelessness, but he never expected that this young man in front of him seemed to be much more knowledgeable in this area than he was.

In his presence, I felt like a self-righteous moral guardian.

"Well, thank you very much." Since things had come to this point, it was more important to see the old master first. Zhang Chulan didn't intend to waste any more words with the person in front of him. He gripped his student ID and was about to leave when he felt a resistance behind him.

"Don't go! Give me the money!"

(End of this chapter)