Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 828 The Truth of the Jia Shen Rebellion

"what?"

Zhang Lingyu stared at her teacher as he walked away, her mouth agape: "No, huh??"

Although he felt that whatever his master did to him was the least he could do, wasn't this too hasty? Why not try to save him again?

"Uncle Master..."

Zhang Lingyu looked at Tian Jinzhong with a helpless expression.

"Lingyu, your master is letting you go out and gain some experience..." Tian Jinzhong, despite his age, has learned to lie through his teeth.

"Alas, what a wasted trip. I came all this way to the Luotian Grand Ceremony, but I didn't even get to inherit the position of Celestial Master," He Songling exclaimed dramatically.

"Hey, come here." Lu Jin looked at his senior brother with a dark face. Is it really okay for someone so old to be acting like a child?
"This is the Tongtian Talisman. Since you failed to inherit the position of Celestial Master, it is yours as a prize for the champion."

"Ah, the Heavenly Talisman." He Songling casually flipped through it and then put it away. It wasn't that interesting; it was indeed more than just an unlimited and 100% success rate for drawing talismans. But for He Songling, the most useful thing about this thing was its ability to draw talismans infinitely and quickly.

He Songling could also perform the other abilities of the Tongtianlu, and even more easily without using it. However, since he currently had to use the Shentu to draw talismans, using the Tongtianlu did indeed make him more efficient than before.

The difference is... roughly equivalent to a primary school student calculating one plus one becoming a college student calculating one plus one.

That night.

“We’ve delivered almost everyone out,” Zhang Zhiwei asked Tian Jinzhong.

"Yes, Lu Ci, Wang Ai, and Feng Zhenghao have all left, but Taber was left behind by Lao He, as well as that kid from Wudang named Wang Ye."

"What are you trying to do now?" Zhang Zhiwei turned around and glared at He Songling.

"You already know that the leader of Quanxing is coming to cause trouble tonight?" He Songling chuckled. "If there aren't enough people, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"The leader of Quanxing Sect?" Zhang Zhiwei frowned. "When did Quanxing Sect get a leader again?"

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Zhiwei would have considered this a major problem. The Quanxing sect hadn't had a leader for over seventy years, and the disturbances were mostly caused by scattered, disorganized members. If another leader were to emerge, the world would likely descend into chaos once more.

But now that He Songling has appeared, Zhang Zhiwei, recalling how he used to beat Wugensheng like a dog back then, doesn't find it too difficult to deal with.

“It’s been there for a long time, at least three years ago.” He Songling held up three fingers.

"Didn't you only come out a few months ago?"

"Is there a problem with immortals being able to predict the future?" He Songling was now completely relieved. No matter what spoilers were given, he would just attribute it to the immortals being able to predict the future. You don't believe it? You become an immortal yourself and prove that immortals can't do this.

What? You can't succeed? If you can't succeed, then practice more, you noob.

"Alright, alright, you're amazing. Then what are you still standing here for? I was thinking of saying a few words to my grand-disciple, aren't you going to guard against Quanxing?" Although Zhang Zhiwei was amazing, he hadn't become an immortal, so he was helpless.

"Is Longhu Mountain my home or yours? If your home has the Quanxing Sect, you can figure out your own way." He Songling was not polite at all and stepped into the main hall of Longhu Mountain. "Zhang Chulan, come in with me." "Huh? Me?" Zhang Chulan pointed to himself with a confused look.

"You. Don't you want to know what happened to your grandfather back then? I'll tell you."

"You...tell me?" Zhang Chulan looked suspicious. "Don't joke around, how old are you?"

"What do you care how old I am? As long as you know what happened back then, that's enough." He Songling didn't turn his head and continued walking forward: "Take it or leave it. By the way, Feng Baobao is not allowed to come."

"..."

Watching He Songling's figure disappear into the main hall, Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth and stamped his foot. After comforting Feng Baobao, he went in alone.

"Ling Songhe, you..." Zhang Chulan was about to ask as he entered when he saw He Songling watching several large screens with great interest, showing a large crowd of people. "This seems to be... Longhu Mountain?"

"Come on, let's watch the show." He Songling called to Zhang Chulan, "Want some food?"

"No need. Didn't you say you were going to tell me about my grandfather?" Zhang Chulan wasn't too concerned about other things; what he wanted to know most right now was exactly what happened during the Jia Shen Rebellion.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor disturbance caused by my absence."

He Songling had no intention of hiding it from Zhang Chulan. In fact, he never intended to hide it from anyone. This was evident from the pseudonym he adopted and the fact that he didn't change his appearance at all. He was simply putting on a superficially stable act.

Zhang Chulan is a very thoughtful and meticulous person. With his reversed pseudonym and the magical aspects of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he can go anywhere. He can easily find out who he is by flipping through the historical records—after all, he did leave behind quite a few photos back then.

"What... a minor disturbance?"

"Alas, I was tricked by that old Deng back then, who forcibly dragged me into some space to seclude myself for seventy years. Without me, quite a few people are getting restless."

He Songling offered a suggestion to Zhang Chulan, explaining the matter: "Back then, the leader of Quanxing was called Wugensheng. That old guy was mentally ill, but I have to say he had a lot of personal charm and was very strong in combat. He was probably one of the top five in the world at that time. If it weren't for me, he might have been hailed as the number one in the world."

Later, he witnessed some secrets that caused a drastic change in his personality. He then gathered thirty-five men to form a sworn brotherhood, which became known as the Thirty-Six Thieves. The secret was none other than a divine secret left behind by Zhang Boduan, located in the Twenty-Four Valleys of the Qinling Mountains.

Wugensheng later gathered his thirty-five brothers for a second reunion, and I allowed ten of them to enter. These ten became known as the "Ten Thieves." These ten men saw the book left by the immortals and comprehended some extraordinary abilities. Except for Song Mian, who opened the Taiji channel, and Wugensheng, whose whereabouts are unknown, the remaining eight men developed eight different skills, which became known as the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

"You've seen the Tongtian Talisman, the Spirit-Binding and General-Summoning Techniques, and the Feng Hou Qi Men; they are indeed stronger than ordinary methods, but compared to what I left behind, hmph, I think they're still inferior."

"Huh? This, this is the content of the Jia Shen Rebellion?" Zhang Chulan's mouth dropped open. "You told me so easily, shouldn't there have been some kind of test or something?"

"You're crazy. I'm not a riddle teller, why would I bother with all this nonsense? Of course, this is from my perspective. In the eyes of your grandfather and his bunch of mediocre people, there might be some more incredible secrets that led to their deaths, escapes, and fleeing. But in short, that's how it is."

He Songling told Zhang Chulan everything he knew without reservation.

"Oh, by the way, Feng Baobao is Wugensheng's daughter."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's expression changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)