Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 812 The ghost dares to chase after the Celestial Master, rebelling against the Heavenly Gang
Thanks to Song Mian, the overall strength of Wudang in this life far surpasses that of the original story.

In particular, Wang Ye's master was Yunlong, who was recognized as the most accomplished Tai Chi master among the middle-aged generation.

Many people believe that Master Yunlong's strength, even if not the best among those under sixty, should at least be tied for first.

Even within the entire circle of supernatural beings, he is one of the strongest.

Wang was also his apprentice.

Therefore, in this life, he was not as unknown as in the original story, only recognized by some fellow disciples in the Daoist sect, who were unaware of his strength. In this life, although almost no one has seen Wang Ye make a move, it is generally acknowledged that he is ridiculously strong.

that's the truth.

Wang doesn't compete or fight, which perfectly aligns with the Taoist philosophy of "governing by non-action." He has excellent physical constitution and a clever mind. Despite his carefree lifestyle on Wudang Mountain, he has mastered the true essence of Tai Chi passed down by Song Mian, and his progress in Tai Chi is faster than any of his peers.

Even with Zhuge Qing's mastery of the Qimen Dunjia technique, he was no match for Wang Ye's bare hands. Wang Ye forcefully rolled the Earth River Chariot's giant rock into a boulder, slamming Zhuge Qing to the ground.

Zhuge Qing didn't even have a chance to use the Feng Hou Qi Men technique before being pressed under a rock and unable to move.

"What a waste! Has Zhuge Qing become a brainless idol? At his age, he can't even know how to use the Samadhi True Fire. Zhuge Xianglin is indeed a useless piece of trash. Each generation of his descendants is worse than the last. If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off keeping Zhuge Yunhui and Tian Xiaodie in the Zhuge family."

He Songling was considered to be one of the Zhuge family's own, and seeing Zhuge Qing's utterly pathetic strength, which was exactly the same as in the original novel, he felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

“However, Wang Ye didn’t even reveal the Feng Hou Qi Men technique. Is this going to work?” He Songling was a little dissatisfied. How could they find any fun in this situation? “In that case, we should give Zhang Chulan another hand.”

The battles that followed became rather dull. It wasn't that the scenes weren't exciting; for the younger generation, watching spectacular special effects was already quite satisfying. But for an old monster like He Songling, the most interesting thing was the unexpected, suspenseful outcome and the unknown process of what would happen next.

This is the kind of fun he's looking for; he's now purely in a chaotic good camp—or perhaps not even good at all.

His purpose in staying in this world is to cause trouble, cause trouble, and cause more trouble.

The following matches were obviously not going to be anything special.

Wang Bing, as Wang Ai's most beloved great-grandson, possessed both divine magic and the ability to command spirits. While he was still far from being among the true elite of the younger generation, he was already an unattainable pinnacle for most. He easily defeated that minor opponent who hadn't even shown his face.

The ending for Feng Xingtong and Deng Youfu was not unexpected. He Songling specially created a unique skill for the shaman family, and even for Guan Shihua herself, to prevent the spirits from being taken away by the spirit-binding and spirit-summoning techniques. Liu Kunsheng was also an old immortal with many years of experience. Not to mention Feng Xingtong, it was uncertain whether Feng Zhenghao could shake Liu Kunsheng's position from Deng Youfu.

Aside from the restraint between spirits, how could a little kid like Feng Xingtong possibly defeat Deng Youfu, a man in his thirties?

Although Jia Zhengliang, who "never starved," narrowly lost, he seems to have won the favor of a beauty. He truly deserves to be the only one who made money at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Lu Linglong is still just a comedic, decorative character. Even after He Songling's special training, Zhang Lingyu still managed to blast her to a crisp with just five bolts of lightning. As she was carried away on a stretcher, her limbs were still twitching, and she could only tremble and call out in a shrill, electronic voice, "Great-Grandpa!"

That night, everyone in Longhu Mountain saw a white ghost chasing after Zhang Tianshi and Tian Jinzhong.

The ghost dared to chase after Zhang Tianshi; it was utterly rebellious against the Heavenly Gang.

There was no way around it; that white ghost was none other than Lu Jin from Trinity. The Old Celestial Master hadn't made a move in years, but Trinity University had detailed quantitative standards. Lu Jin figured that even if he lost to Zhang Zhiwei, he wouldn't be much weaker than him, and he chased Zhang Zhiwei all over the mountain.

"Damn it, senior brother, slow down! You're going to tear my pants! Then I'll end up like that bastard Huaiyi!" Tian Jinzhong was being held by Zhang Zhiwei and was flying around like a kite.

"We can't slow down, Old Lu's slaps won't slow down!" Zhang Zhiwei not only didn't slow down, but actually sped up.

"Damn it, Lao Lu is going to beat you up, what's it to me!" Tian Jinzhong probably never imagined that even if he had traveled between two worlds, Zhang Zhiwei would still be able to carry him around even though he was no longer disabled.

"You little brat, you're the one who started this by disregarding the bonds of camaraderie!" Zhang Zhiwei sneered. "I'll use you as a human shield in a bit!"

"Zhang Zhiwei, you old bastard, stop right there!" Sanchong Lu Jin shouted from the sky, "I won't touch Zhang Lingyu, but I'll settle the score with you, you old bastard!"

"Old Lu, you're over a hundred years old, have some shame! Your great-granddaughter is weak and incompetent, why is she trying to pull this on me!"

"Have you no shame? Have you forgotten which school I came from and who taught me?" Lu Jin said viciously, "I'll show you my sect's ultimate techniques today!"

The next day.

"Ah, Master, what's wrong?" Feng Zhenghao, who came to watch Zhang Chulan's competition, asked in surprise as he looked at the old master with a bruised and swollen face.

"Oh, well, last night I was studying a really powerful kung fu technique, and I accidentally messed up my qi circulation, blocking the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, and my face got swollen from all that." Zhang Zhiwei said calmly.

"And you, Elder Tian, ​​also..."

"Cough." Tian Jinzhong coughed. "This is the Longhu Mountain Blood Boiling Combo Technique. My senior brother's mistake has dragged me into this."

Lu Jin stood to the side, beaming with pride, "Hehe, Xiao Feng..."

"Hey Lao Lu, are you still watching the game?"

Tian Jinzhong quickly interrupted Lu Jin, still feeling lingering fear. Seventy or eighty years had passed, and this old man was still so terrifying. Last night, he fought two against one and actually managed to beat them both up with lightning magic. It was simply horrifying.

That bastard of a senior brother, even in a two-on-one fight, got beaten up like this, he's utterly worthless. The recording that the junior from the Lu family played that day really wasn't wrong about him, he's no match for the Lu family patriarch, a cowardly coward who gets beaten up and even drags me down with him.

"Huh...ha..."

Just then, Wang Ye, who had been called several times but hadn't arrived, finally ran in right on time, followed by Feng Baobao carrying a shovel.

"Big sister, you're still chasing? Look where we are!" Wang Ye angrily removed the blinding spell from Feng Baobao's eyes.

"Ah? Oh..."

Everyone, including the Old Master, Lu Jin, and Feng Zhenghao, all looked strange and embarrassed. Only Feng Baobao didn't care. Her thinking was simple: it was already daytime, and they were at the competition venue. Her mission was not completed, and she could not continue burying Wang Ye. So she turned around and ran away.

(End of this chapter)