Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 811 Wudang Tai Chi
"The divination was wrong?"

Wang was completely baffled.

It shouldn't be.

He had absolute confidence in his divination, especially after he accurately predicted the movements of the Old Celestial Master, which further strengthened his confidence. As long as he could predict the outcome and bear the consequences, he didn't know who else could cause his divination to go wrong.

When he was having his fortune told, he felt as if some unseen force had cleaved his divination result in two. He could resolve the upper half without lifting a finger, and the lower half himself could be perfectly fixed. The only thing he couldn't reconnect was the broken middle section.

I couldn't continue the relationship no matter what I tried, and even last night I confronted the old master directly, but he still couldn't continue it.

The Tang Clan is an obstacle that Zhang Chulan cannot get around.

Now?
Wang couldn't figure it out either, but it didn't matter. The sorcerer's curiosity and instinct drove him to cast another divination.

"Count me in?"

Having just helped Zhang Chulan win the match, He Songling sensed something probing into his destiny. Logically speaking, someone of Wang Ye's level would be considered a god to him, and he would have suffered a backlash and died on the spot; He wouldn't even have the right to give up voluntarily.

After all, the truth behind the Jia Shen Rebellion and the mysteries surrounding Zhang Chulan had already made Wang Ye's eyes bloodshot and left him half-dead, let alone He Songling.

However, the old immortal He was merciful and couldn't bear to see the young man die like this, so he casually cast the fortune-telling spell and threw it onto Zhang Chulan.

"Zhang Chulan himself? That can't be right. How could he have that kind of strength? If he did, wouldn't all of us who spent ten more years cultivating during our growth period be wasted?"

Wang Ye looked at the divination results reflected in his palm, even more confused than before.

At the same time, the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain announced that Zhang Chulan had won. Zhang Chulan left the arena and strolled leisurely to the stands, next to the Xu brothers.

"Sister Bao'er hasn't finished competing yet?"

"Yeah, I was a bit careless. Although I dodged most of them, I was still hit a little by the breath." Xu San had just returned from the other side of the field and answered.

"Let's go take a look." Zhang Chulan turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to see a doctor?" Xu Si glanced at Zhang Chulan. Although he was still swaying, the purple aura on his body had disappeared, and it seemed to be just a side effect of poisoning.

Zhang Chulan shook his head: "It's nothing. When Ling Songhe's power disappeared from my body, it also took away most of the Tang Sect's Qi poison. The remaining bit was enough for my body to handle. After two blood circulations, it was all metabolized."

"Just who is this guy surnamed Ling? Is Trinity University really that awesome?"

Xu Si frowned as he spoke. This scene had completely exceeded his expectations. Although Na Du Tong had mutual talent transfer agreements with San Yi University and Tang Men College, they were not part of the same organization, and Xu Si knew very little about San Yi University—he hadn't been admitted back then.

"Never mind, let's go first." Zhang Chulan took the lead and walked ahead.

Once the group reached the stands, Feng Baobao below had already distanced herself and was bombarding Xiao Xiao with a massive amount of pure Qi bullets.

Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, and Lu Jin were standing in the audience, watching the fight below.

“Junior brother, let me test you. Which school or sect does this girl follow?” Zhang Zhiwei asked, his back to Tian Jinzhong.

“I can’t see it. Full of flaws, yet perfectly executed. Logically, she should have lost long ago playing like that, but…” Tian Jinzhong scratched his head, and Lu Jin, standing beside him, gave him a hint: “Look at her eyes.” “Eyes?”

Zhang Zhiwei said with a hint of instruction, "Look into my eyes."

"Senior brother, where are your eyes?"

"Would you believe me if I threw you down there?" Zhang Zhiwei roared in anger.

"Just kidding." Tian Jinzhong suddenly stepped back five meters, afraid that Zhang Zhiwei would grab him and throw him.

“I know what you mean. Your old Celestial Master has long lost the sharp brilliance of someone who has just begun to refine Qi. Instead, he has a radiant and pure divine light, a return to simplicity. This is called inner radiance. But you’re saying that little girl down there has also reached this level? That shouldn’t be the case. She’s only a few years old.”

"You can't reach this level when you're young?" Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin both looked at Tian Jinzhong as if he were an idiot.

"Ahem." Tian Jinzhong coughed awkwardly.

The fact that he's standing here unscathed is entirely thanks to that young, intelligent, and reserved person; asking such a question is truly idiotic.

In the arena, Feng Baobao realized that her ranged attacks weren't doing much damage, so she stepped forward again, trying to beat Xiao Xiao with her bare hands. Xiao Xiao exhaled sharply, but Feng Baobao's steps seemed to have a strange rhythm, just barely missing the edge of his exhalation. Xiao Xiao exhaled four times in a row, but not even a single strand of Feng Baobao's hair was blown up.

"This, this is..."

"The way Zhang Chulan was fighting Tang Wenlong just now..."

Many people who had watched Zhang Chulan's match earlier felt a chill run down their spines. So, this means you guys know all the inside secrets of martial arts?
Many people had the same question as Xu Si: Is Na Du Tong really that powerful? How many more tricks do they have up their sleeves?

"No, that's not right." Others may not know, but Lu Jin doesn't?
Zhang Chulan's state was clearly under He Songling's control. It was a kind of "prediction." Only when one's life cultivation and combat experience are extremely profound can one rely on instinct, as if "on a whim," to sense every danger and thus take position to avoid it in advance.

At the same time, one can use exceptional eyesight and intellect to completely see through and understand the opponent's tactics, thereby enabling targeted countermeasures.

This isn't just a skill unique to immortals; it would at least require Lu Jin's current late-stage third level cultivation to achieve. What's wrong with this little girl? Is she also an immortal?

As she spoke, Feng Baobao had already forced Xiao Xiao's breath back down, blowing so hard that his soul seemed to scatter. Then, Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye joined forces to force his soul back into his body.

There is no excuse for the defeat.

Coincidentally, the competition between Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing also took place on this very stage.

There's not much to say about the process; Wang Ye is far superior to Zhuge Qing. Not only is Feng Hou Qi Men completely superior to Wu Hou Qi Men in terms of suppression, but this Wudang sect is no longer the one in the original story that had no real influence, merely possessing the title of the ancestral home of Taoism but unable to even protect one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

Song Mian. One of the Thirty-Six Thieves, one of the beneficiaries of the Immortal Relics, one of the Ten Elders, directly opened up Zhang Sanfeng's True Martial Tai Chi Dao, bringing the Wudang Tai Chi Daoist methods of the past three hundred years to an unprecedented peak.

People's impression of Song Mian is just one thing: he's a good fighter.

He's incredibly skilled; if it weren't for the legacy left by Zhang Zhiwei and Trinity University, a contemporary sage, Song Mian would probably be the best in the world.

(End of this chapter)