Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 844 In Pleasant Goat's eyes, Pretty Goat is nothing more than a female version of Boiling Goat.
Zhang Lingyu retreated quickly, almost faster than Zhang Chulan (who was a "Thunder VIP member"), shrinking back to his seat.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Xia He, nor was it that he was at a loss for words. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his attitude towards Xia He. Even if you weren't my subordinate or my wife, as a righteous person, wasn't it enough for me to stop this evil thought of a heretical witch like you?
If you're so capable, let's have a fight.

However, it was clear that Xia He didn't want to use her hands.

Although the girl's breasts weren't huge, they were still very firm. Xia He puffed out her chest and stood up, while Zhang Lingyu sat down. It looked like a scene of face washing was about to unfold.

Given Zhang Lingyu's personality—refusing benefits when they're available, not taking advantage of bargains, and insisting on "ordering separately" even on Pinduoduo—of course he'd back off.

Zhang Lingyu stood up and moved away, her face turning red again.

Fortunately, He Songling used magic to shield them from the view of those around them, otherwise... wait a minute!

Zhang Lingyu was horrified to discover that everyone around them was looking in their direction!

Many older women were even pointing and whispering about Xia He and herself, clearly just watching them.

One older woman even came up to him and said, "Young man, let me tell you, girls need to be coaxed. What era are we living in? You can't be so chauvinistic when it comes to dating. You're only in your twenties, how come your thinking is more feudal than mine, a woman born in the 1950s?"

"I...I'm not...that...this...she..."

Zhang Lingyu's face was so red it could boil water.

You surnamed Ling, you fucking screwed me over!?

Then Zhang Lingyu came to his senses. That's right, this bastard was right to trick him. Since they met, when had Ling Songhe not tricked him? Including being chased down from Longhu Mountain and forcibly dragged onto the train to Wudang, wasn't he always tricking him?
Zhang Lingyu felt like he was already dying.

"Why don't you break up with him?"

He Songling couldn't stand his behavior any longer and pointed at Wang Ye, saying, "This man is a fourth-generation disciple of Wudang, a true inheritor of the Tai Chi True Meaning. His family is the CEO of Zhonghai Group in Beijing, and he's Wang Weiguo's biological son. You're doing well here. They're all Taoists, much better than that poor bastard Zhang Lingyu."

"We've only been dating for two days... it's not like we've broken up or not." Despite her seemingly enchanting appearance, Xia He is actually quite love-struck. She wouldn't stay away from Zhang Lingyu if she were asked to.

"Chichu, this is what you do."

He Songling never expected this turn of events. In Mei Yangyang's eyes, Fei Yangyang was a sycophant, but in Xi Yangyang's eyes, Mei Yangyang was just a female Fei Yangyang.

"I'll spread the word tomorrow. You said you wanted everyone to know that Xia He, the most beautiful woman in the world and one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, is actually a female simp who's here to be someone's child bride. What will people say then?"

Xia He is finally starting to understand Zhang Lingyu's feelings.

"No, I'll give it to you twice, okay? Stop messing with me, alright?"

"Hey, I wouldn't dare." This time it was He Songling's turn to cosplay Zhang Lingyu. He darted out of the train and peered warily through the glass at Xia He. He remembered to use a distraction to avoid scaring the passengers next to him into calling the police.

"Be serious! It's already troublesome enough that Lu Jin is trying to frame me, and now you're pulling this stunt." "You seem quite afraid of me." Xia He, true to her reputation as a little vixen, smiled seductively at this situation, licked her lips, and leaned towards the window: "So, what's the reason?"

"Of course it's because I have a wife, is there even a question? If I didn't have a wife, you believe me, I'd drain every last bone fragment from your body."

He Songling stepped back two meters and called out, "Zhang Lingyu, hurry up and control your wife! What is she doing? Or do you enjoy seeing your husband do this?"

"Xia He, you...you come back," Zhang Lingyu called out.

"Why should I listen to you?" Xia He didn't even turn her head.

"I...I'm jealous." Zhang Lingyu's ears were burning red. He didn't know what his mindset was when he said that. Maybe it was because he had spent a lot of time with Xia He and had lost the sense of distance, or maybe he had been infected by that shameless He Songling.

In short, he blurted out things he would never normally say.

"Oh my!" Xia He's eyes lit up, even her pink hair seemed to bounce, and she turned around to hug Zhang Lingyu. "You little rascal..."

"Cough..." Zhang Lingyu wanted to push her away, but then she felt the fleshy, elastic texture of her palm. For a moment, she didn't know whether to go forward or back. Not to mention her face, her arms and hands were now completely red.

"You should thank me then." He Songling had somehow run in through the window again, arms crossed, watching the two embrace.

Perhaps afraid of scaring Zhang Lingyu away, Xia He didn't hug him for long, letting go after about ten seconds as if nothing had happened. She then turned to He Songling and asked, "So, how exactly do you plan to break Zhang Daoling's restriction?"

Of course she cares, especially since Zhang Lingyu is among them.

Regardless of whether Zhang Zhiwei truly expelled him from the sect, he certainly didn't cripple the Celestial Master's Mansion's thunder magic. Just in case there's danger.

"We'll just have to break it down gradually; there's no better way."

Each deity possesses unique methods; none are superior or inferior to the others. Although He Songling's current realm surpasses Zhang Daoling's, as a fellow deity, he is equally knowledgeable and capable of utilizing any extraordinary means. He also doesn't know the exact proportions of restrictions Zhang Daoling added to the Celestial Master's Degree.

Just as Zhang Lingyu said, the Celestial Master's Degree is far more complex than the Cinnabar Mark, and the gap between Zhang Daoling and Zhang Huaiyi is even greater than the gap between the Celestial Master's Degree and the Cinnabar Mark. It can only be solved little by little through trial and error.

"Oh, you're just bragging." Xia He pouted. "Didn't you just say you were pretty capable, that Zhang Daoling was nothing, and now you can't even solve it?"

“It would be easy for me to unravel his secrets, but there are two consequences: either I would dismantle the Celestial Master's Code directly, which Zhang Zhiwei disagrees with; or I would tear the person apart, which I also disagree with. What would be the point of all this trouble if the person dies?”

He Songling had worked with both Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei, and thus had a certain understanding of the Celestial Master's Code. To be fair, Zhang Daoling was quite cunning; he deliberately included a safety mechanism in the Celestial Master's Code to prevent the future appearance of deities like Zhang Boduan and himself who did not abide by their established rules.

It's something like a safe that "will be destroyed if it is violently dismantled." With He Songling's strength, it would be easy to smash it from the outside with brute force, but he couldn't keep the contents and people inside.

(End of this chapter)