Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 825 Words become law, knowledge and action are one.
The next day.

Zhang Zhiwei could never make such a momentous decision as unraveling the mystery of the Celestial Master's ordination, one that even involves the Celestial Master's Mansion and the ancestors of all the Zhang Celestial Masters.

In particular, He Songling was always unreliable in his work. Zhang Zhiwei didn't doubt his abilities, but he was suspicious of his methods.

Who knows if he'll actually keep his word when he says "spread the word"? If he were to actually break and destroy the Celestial Master's Code, Zhang Zhiwei wouldn't just be a figurehead of the Celestial Master's Mansion; he would be the biggest sinner in the entire Zhengyi sect, and even in the entire history of Taoism.

For his own selfish desire to become an immortal, he destroyed the nearly two-thousand-year-old Celestial Master's Degree, causing the inheritance to dissipate directly. Zhang Zhiwei is not He Songling; even if he became an immortal, he could not bear such a great impact.

We can only say to postpone it for now, and discuss it with Zhang Chulan after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is over.

However, He Songling's appearance gave Zhang Zhiwei one advantage: he no longer needed to poison Zhang Lingyu; he could just watch Zhang Chulan get beaten up.

"The final match of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony: Zhang Chulan versus Ling Songhe, the match begins!"

At the command of the Taoist referee, the two entered the arena separately, one on the left and one on the right.

Unlike his usual carefree self, Zhang Chulan was already covered in golden light when he entered the arena, maximizing the power he could unleash.

He knew that even with the Golden Light Mantra at full power, he might not be able to defend against someone who could control Lü Ci and Wang Ai with just a talisman.

But ultimately, it's a good opportunity to show the world our true "real strength".

To prevent these people from actually believing that their strength in beating Tang Wenlong and Wang Ye was their true power, or that they actually knew the Qi Source Flow technique.

"Brother Ling, I'm so sorry to offend you!"

Zhang Chulan raised his fist, sprinted with all his might, and punched He Songling in the face.

This is the peak level he can perform at.

"Disperse."

He Songling uttered a single word, and then the golden light on Zhang Chulan's body began to dissipate. When it was about thirty centimeters in front of him, only his flesh and fist remained.

"fall."

He Songling said another word, and Zhang Chulan, as if acting, fell straight down from the sky.

This scene, which seemed like child's play, would have been considered by some to be a completely fake competition, like the one performed by Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, with acting skills so poor that they were even comparable to Feng Baobao's.

But everyone who saw how He Songling destroyed Wang Bing's meridians and severed his limbs yesterday knows that He Songling truly has that ability.

"What exactly is that incredible ability of his?"

Many people on stage were whispering among themselves.

"The art of words, also known as the power of words, is a special effect caused by cultivating Confucian and Taoist righteousness to a certain level, moving the heavens and invoking a reaction from the world."

In reality, He Songling's effect was purely due to the powerful control of the divine rules. But since he was going to play "Ling Songhe," he naturally needed to find a source for his ability. Coincidentally, there didn't seem to be any extraordinary individuals practicing Confucianism or Taoism in this world.

According to historical records, the last renowned Confucian and Taoist scholar was Wang Shouren. His unique "philosophy of mind" could produce the terrifying effect of "unity of knowledge and action." His strength was directly proportional to the level of his understanding. He single-handedly quelled the rebellion of Prince Ning, which was truly terrifying.

Since there is currently no prominent sect to inherit the Confucian tradition, He Songling has seized power. The reason he is so dedicated to playing the role of "Ling Songhe," even down to the smallest details, is not to deceive himself, but to send a message to the higher-ups at Na Du Tong.

I don't want to disrupt social order. The impact of my re-emergence will be limited to the world of supernatural beings. After all, his past identity is too numerous and too heavy. If he were to re-emerge, the entire country and society would be shaken.

Maintaining stability together was a tacit understanding between him and his superiors.

Given this premise, he's going to cause trouble.

"Words become law?"

"so smart?"

Hearing He Songling's words, many people whispered among themselves. There was no way around it; after all, it had been far too long since they had seen extraordinary individuals practicing Confucianism and Taoism. Those kinds of people typically sought to master both literary and martial arts, then sell themselves to the imperial court; they were rare even in the martial arts world.

Not to mention in modern times, the imperial examination system was long gone, and people's understanding of natural science had long lost the fertile ground of Confucianism. What people usually see are extraordinary people practicing Buddhism or Taoism.

"This is amazing. Words become law, also known as the unity of knowledge and action. You can achieve the level of understanding you have reached."

The members of the Lu family troupe were covering up He Songling's lie, reciting his fabricated story to everyone: "To reach the highest level, one becomes a legendary sage, like Confucius and Mencius, whose status is no less than, or even higher than, that of Zhang Daoling and Lü Dongbin in history."

"Oh!"

"I see!"

"So incredibly powerful!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

"I'm not fighting anymore," Zhang Chulan said dejectedly, sprawled on the ground. "What's the point of fighting you anymore?"

"This isn't right. You don't want the Celestial Master's legacy anymore? You don't want to know the truth about your grandfather back then?" He Songling looked down at Zhang Chulan, who was lying on the ground, giving up.

He had actually realized it long ago. This bastard was very cunning. He seemed to be lying on the ground doing nothing, but in reality, he was using his body and arms as cover to let the golden light slowly spread towards him along the ground.

That's normal. If he really didn't want to play anymore, he could just tell the referee to give up. Why would he just lie there on the ground like a coward?
Unlike the Ruyi Jin and Daozhuan Bafang, which can silently invade objects, Zhang Chulan could only try to sneakily attack He Songling's feet by using his body as a shield.

"retreat."

He Songling laughed and uttered another word. The golden light hidden under Zhang Chulan's arm immediately swirled back, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

“This isn’t right, Zhang Chulan.” He Songling looked at Zhang Chulan, who had been thrown far away. “Use Qi Source Flow.”

"I don't know the Qi Source Flow!" Zhang Chulan got angry as soon as he said this. Everyone was skeptical at first, even the villains like Lü Ci and Wang Ai could only test him first. But after he showed them his student ID and the two games he played for someone else, everyone was convinced that he knew the Qi Source Flow.

After Zhang Chulan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and with a "sizzle" of electricity, blue and white lightning bolts shot out like Gatling guns, engulfing He Songling.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion's thunder magic hasn't improved or changed at all over the years, sigh."

He Songling was somewhat disappointed. He felt that everything he had done back then seemed to have been in vain. The thunder magic of the Celestial Master's Mansion was still the same one left behind by Zhang Daoling, without any progress or change.

He originally thought that Zhang Huaiyi would be able to create that Qi Source Flow and add some variations.

(End of this chapter)