Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 830 Who do you think you are, He Songling?
"Are you... just bragging to us?"

Zhang Chulan simply couldn't believe that someone who had been sabotaging him from the moment they met, and who looked even younger than himself, would actually help him like this. Even if he really wanted to help, did he have that much power?

Even his own advisor, Zhang Zhiwei, never said he could achieve this.

"Of course Zhang Zhiwei can't help you. Zhang Zhiwei has never done anything fancy in his life. He knows very little Taoist magic. He's only focused on cultivating his life force. He's a Zhengyi Celestial Master, yet he acts like the leader of the Quanzhen School."

He Songling read Zhang Chulan's mind without any politeness, "Besides, the root of your problem isn't physical injury, but rather a lack of training. Even if there are some fancy things that can cure injuries, they won't help you. But I'm different; they can't, but I can."

He Songling was right. Even with the Dual-Hand Technique, it could only help Zhang Chulan's meridians to be shaped better and closer to that of a cultivation genius. But Zhang Chulan's talent was already quite good, so even if this happened, it would be almost of no improvement to him.

But He Songling is different; he can directly inject immortal energy into people's bodies. Even within the ranks of immortals, this celestial being, equal to heaven and earth, can do things differently from ordinary immortals. The "heavenly rules" that restrict the distinction between ordinary immortals and mortals cannot restrain him.

The weasel in the hole in the sky glanced at Lu Huizhong a couple more times, and Lu Huizhong in the original story had a headache that drove her crazy; He Songling directly infused Zhang Chulan with immortal energy, and Zhang Chulan did not feel any discomfort.

"Brother, who exactly are you?" That's how relationships between people are. Seeing how confident He Songling was, Zhang Chulan's confidence began to wane, even though there was no reason behind it.

"Zhang Chulan, with your intelligence, how did you even get into a top university?" He Songling patted his head. "Wasn't what I said clear enough?"

"What did you just say?" Zhang Chulan hadn't missed what He Songling was saying, but he was preoccupied with too many things: his grandfather, the truth of what happened back then, and then He Songling's words about Feng Baobao's background and situation. He was so preoccupied with these things that he had completely forgotten the thoughts hidden in the details.

Now, looking back, what does it mean to say "If it weren't for me, Wugensheng could even be called the best in the world" and what does it mean to say "I allowed ten of them to enter the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley to comprehend the strange skills"?
Who do you think you are? You think you're...?

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Chulan suddenly realized something. "Ling...Song...He...He...Huh? No, huh?"

Zhang Chulan unconsciously opened his mouth wide. He realized the truth hidden in He Songling's words, but he was even more unwilling to believe it.

He Songling, let alone in modern times, in the entire history of the extraordinary people in the Zhong family, from the Qi cultivators of the pre-Qin period to the extraordinary people and all-knowing beings of the modern era, there is no one as legendary as He Songling.

The key point is that this guy is Lu Jin's senior brother, and he and Zhang Zhiwei were good buddies back then. They were heroes in the War of Resistance Against Japan. By calculation, he must be over 110 years old. Look at how old the other people of the same age, such as the Old Master, Lu Jin, Lü Ci, Wang Ai, and Tian Jinzhong, are.
he?
She looks two years younger than me, so she could easily pass for a freshman!

"Why are you looking at me like that? Feng Baobao isn't much younger than me, she's over ninety this year, does she look old to you?"

“She doesn’t age because…” Zhang Chulan instinctively wanted to refute, but then froze.

Yes, Feng Baobao has a secret, but He Songling can't? What is Feng Baobao anyway? Just an unknown woman who's forgotten who she is. Although she's good at fighting, Zhang Chulan doesn't think she's better than Zhang Zhiwei.

But this guy claims to have been chatting and laughing with Feng Baobao's father, Wugensheng. He was once unparalleled, having fought against three generations of people, and was said to have become an immortal more than seventy years ago.

Why can't he stay young?
"Holy crap!" Zhang Chulan exclaimed, sliding to his knees with a thud, prostrating himself on the ground with his buttocks sticking up high. Even Song Jiang would have to call it perfect. "Elder He, this junior, Zhang Chulan, kowtows to you!" "Too late to know how to kowtow now!"

He Songling snorted coldly, then spoke in a sinister tone, "My lifespan has come to an end, and you, a young brat, have conveniently delivered yourself to my doorstep. I have already possessed and taken control of your body. Now, if I kill you, I will become Zhang Chulan, and I will gain at least eighty years of new life! Hehehehe..."

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched as he looked at He Songling, who seemed to have temporarily eaten several Soul Hall elders.

Neuropathy.

He is patient, cowardly, and shameless because he is weak and needs to hide himself. This forced him to develop such a survival philosophy. What are you doing, old man?

"Mr. He, please don't joke..." Zhang Chulan said with a forced laugh.

"Are you kidding me? What are you kidding me for!" He Songling glared at him. "If it weren't for your health, do you think I'd be so bored as to remove your virginity mark?"

"Alright, alright, it's my honor that you've taken a liking to this body of mine. Please take it." Zhang Chulan once again prostrated himself, offering his hands in a gesture of dedication: "Please, please."

"Then I won't be polite!" Without another word, He Songling restrained Zhang Chulan's body, made him open the door and stick his head out, and shouted, "Zhang Zhiwei, you coward! The Celestial Master's Mansion is all talk and no action!"

"oi!"

Zhang Chulan was so terrified that he screamed in his mind, but he couldn't control his body at all.

"See, you're not happy even if I take it away." He Songling spread his hands, releasing his control over Zhang Chulan. Zhang Chulan immediately staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground outside the door.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan looked up blankly, only to find that there was no one around.

“Kid, you still need to work on your courage.” He Songling walked out with a smile. “Back when I shouted like that on Longhu Mountain, not a single person in the entire Celestial Master’s Mansion dared to disobey me. I even beat up Zhang Zhiwei’s master, the previous Celestial Master Zhang.”

"Of course, who can compare to you?" Zhang Chulan chuckled awkwardly. This was a helpless complaint, but also a genuine sentiment. Anyone who had read about that period of history would question whether He Songling was even human.

"Let's go, Longhu Mountain is under attack by the Quanxing right now, why don't you go and join in the fun?" As He Songling walked by, Zhang Chulan involuntarily stood up again.

"Huh? I'm fighting Quanxing?" Zhang Chulan still felt a little scared when he thought about the terrifying scene when Quanxing kidnapped him that day. "Should I ask my company leaders?"

“I’ll explain things to Xu Si for you, so just go all out.” He Songling turned to look at Zhang Chulan. “This will be your first real battle, one where you can actually kill someone.”

(End of this chapter)