Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 849 The one serving the dish is your master
"Who is Yunlong fighting with?"

The battle was so large that it quickly alerted even the old men.

The Wudang group turned around at the sound and saw a withered, pale-faced old man walking over.

"Chief of the Gate."

"Master."

The Wudang disciples bowed and made way for them.

The visitor was none other than Song Mian.

Given Wudang's current prestige and talent pool, he, as the sect leader, shouldn't need to personally handle everything. However, Yunlong is, after all, the one who inherited his Tai Chi essence, so he had to come and take a look.

"Oh, it's Wang Ye." Song Mian spotted Wang Ye at first glance. He had a good impression of and high expectations for this great-grand-disciple. The reason was simple: there were at least five or six people in Wudang who had learned the true meaning of his Tai Chi.

However, among the four generations of Wudang practitioners, only Wang Ye was truly able to properly learn the Feng Hou Qi Men technique that Zhou Sheng had created.

Even his fellow disciples, who had fallen into the trap, had to be rescued by him using the true meaning of Tai Chi. Otherwise, Song Mian dared not imagine what would have become of Wudang. But this child, after accidentally seeing the Feng Hou Qi Men Tu, was actually unaffected and even mastered it.

It's not easy for one person to possess two "unique skills." Song Mian sees Wang Ye as the future of Wudang.

"Grand Tutor," Wang Ye cupped his hands in greeting, then gestured towards the center of the battle between the two dragons, "this is the situation."

"Oh? This is..."

"Feng Hou Qi Men." Wang Ye lowered his voice and even activated Feng Hou Qi Men directly, creating a vacuum in the surrounding small area, leaving only an air passage to ensure that his voice could only reach Song Mian's ears.

“This is the real Feng Hou Qi Men, the kind that Master Zhou used, not the childish kind that Master Hong and I researched. He called it… Seventy-two Transformations.”

"You mean, this is Zhou Sheng?" Song Mian tried to raise his eyebrows, but he didn't, and for a moment his expression looked quite comical.

"No, that would be good." Wang Ye shook his head: "This person appeared out of nowhere. He controlled Zhang Chulan at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and taught me how to be the real Feng Hou. Then, during the Quanxing Mountain Attack incident that night, he said something that made the Old Master expel Zhang Lingyu again. See, isn't that him?"

Song Mian glanced at Zhang Lingyu, nodded, and didn't ask who Xia He was. He wasn't interested in the little girl and continued to ask, "So, what brings him here this time?"

"Don't even mention it, he kept saying he wanted you to expel me from Wudang as well." Wang Ye sighed helplessly.

"Hmph." Song Mian had cultivated his character over the years, and he would just chuckle at anything else. But to ask him to expel Wang Ye? He was joking. A young genius who had inherited both the true meaning of Tai Chi and the Feng Hou Qi Men school, if properly nurtured, could even be considered the number one person in Wudang history after Zhang Sanfeng.

Although in this day and age, and in this situation, there are no longer any sects of extraordinary individuals who can dominate the entire martial arts world, Wudang is still better off with such a capable person leading it.

Song Mian still remembers that seventy or eighty years ago, there was a big shot who managed to elevate a sect that could only be considered illustrious to the level of a "celestial sect".

In Song Mian's eyes, Wang Ye represented the future of Wudang. He wasn't Zhou Meng from the original story; he had the confidence to protect his descendants and the Wudang sect. This cold snort brought out the murderous aura Song Mian had displayed when he was surrounded and forced to seize his "miracle technique," the aura he had used to drive back and kill his enemies. Fortunately, Wang Ye had used the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to suppress the surrounding noise; otherwise, the Wudang disciples around him, even if they didn't kneel on the spot, would have at least felt a chill.

"Wang Ye, don't worry. Grand Master doesn't have any great abilities, he can't compare to the immortality of our Wudang Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, but he can still protect you."

Song Mian unleashed his aura, black and white swirling in his eyes, and took two steps forward: "Let's see who dares to say they want to fire you, and who can single-handedly cover the sky of Wudang!"

"Wait a minute!" Wang Ye saw Song Mian walk up like that, roll up his sleeves and was about to fight, so he was frightened and quickly stopped him. "Grand Tutor, these two are fighting like this, do you know which one is my master? Let's not fight the wrong one."

"Can't you tell?" Song Mian turned to look at Wang Ye. "No good, kid. You still need to practice. You can't even recognize your own master. No wonder some people are saying they want to expel you."

Song Mian shook his withered but still large head twice, pointed to the midst of the battle, and asked, "Look, these two are fighting. What's the situation now?"

"They're evenly matched." Wang Ye clicked his tongue, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, still unable to see what could distinguish the two.

"How could you...you child...sigh!" Song Mian suddenly felt that he really should expel him. This lazy child is always unserious and doesn't make any progress in his cultivation. Logically speaking, having cultivated Tai Chi and Feng Hou Qi Men to this level, he shouldn't be unable to see through it.

"You little brat, judging a person isn't just about looking at their appearance; you also have to observe their aura, understand? Open up your Feng Hou and Tai Chi True Intent techniques and take a good look at what's going on inside!"

"Ah? Oh, oh..." Upon hearing this, Wang Ye shrank his neck and hurriedly began to circulate his internal energy. He imitated Song Mian, his eyes rotating between black and white. He then used the Feng Hou Qi Men to divide the seventy-two marquises and kings. Looking at the field, he saw the two of them with black and white energy filling the sky, intertwining and entangled, yet moving in a smooth, circular path, endlessly.

"what?"

Wang Ye had initially thought this was just a normal Tai Chi, but suddenly his Feng Hou Qi Men (a technique in Tai Chi) twitched in his heart, allowing him to sense the direction of the flow of these Yin and Yang energies. It didn't seem to be the natural flow of the innate Tai Chi. This was natural; unless one became an immortal, no one could make the Tai Chi diagram flow automatically and endlessly.

That would make it a perpetual motion machine.

However, in this situation, it was not the two people exerting force, but rather there was clearly a driving force, just like the rear-wheel drive and front-wheel drive of a car, where the drive wheel rotates and pushes the other pair of wheels to rotate.

The more Wang Ye looked, the clearer it became: one of the two black and white Tai Chi balls was constantly pushing the other. It appeared to be evenly matched and harmonious, but in reality, the other had long been completely under Wang Ye's control. How it operated was entirely up to Wang Ye, and it couldn't even stop if it wanted to.

"I can see that now." Song Mian looked at Wang Ye's expression and knew that he had discovered the truth. He wasn't stupid to say that.

"Then which one is my master?"

"Bang!"

Song Mian's earlier satisfaction vanished instantly upon hearing Wang Ye's question, and he raised his hand and smacked Song Mian on the head.

"Fool, if Yunlong had the upper hand, why would he be playing house with these people? Don't you know your master's temperament? He's straightforward and fiery. If someone came to cause trouble, and he tried to imitate him and use Tai Chi, he would have beaten them to the ground long ago."

Song Mian said angrily, "Of course the one who's eating the worst food is your master!"

(End of this chapter)