Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 821 Old Ying's God and Old Zhong's Immortal: A Historic Meeting

"No!"

Wang Ai exclaimed in shock, "He... spare his life!"

Wang Bing's attack failed to reach He Songling; Lü Ci intervened from the side and pinned him to the ground.

Wang Bing lay on the ground, utterly bewildered. He couldn't understand why the two old men he admired and was closest to most in his life would simultaneously stop him from doing the thing in front of him.

They're just mercenaries on the periphery of the Lu family. Even if we cripple them or kill them, what difference does it make?

"Teacher...teacher..."

Lu Ci hesitated for a moment, unsure how to address this person he hadn't seen in over seventy years.

“Just call him Xiao Ling, that’s what Grandpa Lu calls him.” He Songling pouted at Lu Jin.

"This kid doesn't deserve to die. Let him live and let Old Wang take him back and discipline him properly, okay?" Lu Ci also became kind and benevolent.

"Your crime doesn't warrant death? Fine. Your Qi will be destroyed, your meridians will be completely destroyed, and your limbs will be broken and never grow back."

He Songling nodded, and as soon as he spoke, Wang Bing underwent a change. His words became law, and Wang Bing immediately became like Tian Jinzhong in the original work, with his aura weakening.

Everyone on stage was twitching.

Is this still human?

Furthermore, he crippled Wang Bing in front of the old men of the Wang and Lü families. This man is truly unafraid of retaliation!

"Alright, let this kid stay in Longhu Mountain for thirty years, learn some of Old Tian's meditation skills from him, temper his temper, so that he won't be crippled and still be able to do evil by relying on your Wang family's power."

After He Songling finished speaking, Wang Bing's body floated into the hands of the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain.

"You really know how to give me a hard time." Tian Jinzhong smiled bitterly. No doubt about it, just like back then, he always manages to mess with me as soon as he appears. "How many more years do I have left to live? And you're still teaching this kid? Aren't you afraid Wang Ai will fight me to the death?"

"Can Wang Ai beat you? I remember you just beat him up a couple of days ago."

Although they hadn't seen each other for so many years, He Songling interacted with his friends, who were now old men, just as naturally as he had back then. "If all else fails, Old Wang, I'll give you some power. I'll restore your thing to the level of a twenty-year-old, and you can have another son."

Wang Ai's face turned from white to red.

Even though he was shameless enough, he still blushed with embarrassment when He Songling asked him to have another son in front of everyone.

He Songling found that it was easier to break their defenses now than before. In the past, he had to use some methods, but now these people were all long-time superiors who had been elders for decades. As long as he stripped away their authority, it would be easy to break their defenses.

"Come over for a get-together later." He Songling waved and walked out, leaving the crowd in an awkward atmosphere.

"Who... is this person?" Everyone couldn't help but ask the same question.

"Um, Mr. Lu, Mr. Ling... Mr. Ling, two Westerners have arrived." Just as the old men were about to gather together, Canglong, Zhijinhua, and Lu Linglong came to report. "Oh, good, good, come, come, Mr. Lu, Mr. Tian, ​​Mr. Wang, Mr. Lü, let me introduce you. This is Isaac Taber, the principal of Flamel College in England." Zhang Zhiwei enthusiastically pulled Taber along to introduce him.

"Xiao Yuzi, quickly serve the tea!"

Then, Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, looked completely bewildered and clumsily knocked over the tea tray. The imposter Snape then used his wand to stop the tea and presented it to everyone.

"Using two completely different methods at the same time in an instant, that's impressive," Lu Jin said, feigning admiration.

"Tall my ass, still using a wand to cast spells, clearly not very capable." Lu Ci couldn't stand the Westerners showing off like this, so he squinted and said, then pointed his finger, and an invisible but heavy wall pressed down on the fake Snape. "Kid, this is real magic."

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The imposter Snape snorted and waved his wand. A massive sword aura cleaved the invisible wall in two, and the remaining force continued to fly towards Lü Ci.

"Sword energy!?" The four old men, Lü, Wang, Lu, and Tian, ​​exclaimed in unison.

Although it's enchanted with a wand and uses magic, the underlying logic and the way it inflicts damage are correct. This is the purest sword energy cultivated by the Old Bell Sword.

"He Songling, what exactly did you spread to these foreign devils?!"

"What are you afraid of? You're allowed to learn other people's magic, but they're not allowed to learn your sword energy? If you say that again, I'll pass on the Ruyi Force too." He Songling sat in place, standing with the old master and the old headmaster, forming a three-way standoff, becoming the only calm group in the room.

"You..." Lü Ci was a little flustered. He had only ever been teammates with He Songling before, and had never experienced the perspective of being on the opposite side of him. Now, the two of them weren't even on the opposite side, yet Lü Ci was already speechless.

“Professor Victor, please calm down and sit down.” Taber finally spoke up. “Everyone, I apologize on behalf of my colleague. Professor Victor meant no harm; he just wanted to get to know you all.”

"Hmph..." Since Taber had given him this way out, Lü Ci reluctantly sat back down.

"Taber, why did you still come? Is the Second Dark Lord causing trouble again?" He Songling thought that shouldn't be the case. The Second Dark Lord's grandfather's house had been emptied by them. Besides, the three Deathly Hallows were all in Taber's hands. The Second Dark Lord had no room to make Horcruxes or cast curses.

In this situation, the second-generation Dark Lord of Tabergan would have it all under his control, so how could anything happen to him?
"Taber, you're not here to sabotage my business, are you?" Zhang Zhiwei asked with a grin.

"Disrupt the event? No. There's no second-generation Dark Lord either; I taught that kid quite well."

Taber said happily, “He, I’m so glad you’ve been reborn. When you disappeared, I came to Old Zhong’s several times to look for you. Your wife was so worried. If it weren’t for the Death God’s artifact sensing that you were still alive and undergoing some kind of transformation, the situation would have been difficult to control.”

"Then I must thank you very much." He Songling hadn't expected this. When Lu Jin told him about the past, she only gave him the timeline. After all, too many people came to see He Songling at that time, and Lu Jin didn't know Taber and thought he was just an ordinary Westerner, so she didn't mention it in detail.

No wonder Lu Huizhong was able to calm down; he meant that given the female assassin's personality, she shouldn't have given up so easily.

We really have to thank Tabor for this.

So, what brings you here today?

“I’m almost a god too.” Taber excitedly raised the Death Wing in his hand. “I have a feeling that you have already become a god and transformed. So I came all the way from Old England to Old Zhong to see you. The god of Old England and the immortal of Old Zhong are meeting. This can be considered a historic meeting.”

(End of this chapter)