Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 850 If you can't beat them, call the police everywhere.

"Oh, all right."

Wang Ye wasn't bothered by his master being described as "incompetent." Now that he had identified his master, there was nothing to worry about.

"Grand Tutor, please."

"call!"

The two streams swirled, forming a hurricane around Song Mian, with Song Mian himself at the center of the whirlwind.

He stepped forward, reached out and inserted his hand into the Tai Chi stance of the two men, performed a cloud hand movement, circled twice, and then prepared to separate.

"Ok?"

However, they did not separate.

Song Mian suddenly realized that his hands and Tai Chi intention had also been drawn into the fake Yunlong, becoming two transmission gears just like the real Yunlong, being driven by the fake Yunlong's Tai Chi diagram.

"Good job, lad."

As Song Mian spoke, he increased his Qi output, and his eyes turned completely black and white, making it impossible to see the whites or pupils of his eyes. A Tai Chi diagram behind him grew longer in the wind, pushing the onlookers nearly a hundred meters away. The center of the Tai Chi diagram was no longer visible.

"Grand Tutor!"

Many Wudang disciples wanted to go up at that moment, but were held back by their elders.

"Don't go. If even your Grand Tutor can't handle this enemy, what's the point of us going up there?"

He's a modern person after all; his thinking is quite different from before. This person is also one of the disciples qualified to receive the true meaning of Tai Chi. He calmly instructed, "First, call the police at all stations. We'll form a formation. Wang Ye, you hold the phone. If things go wrong, take the men and run. Then call 110."

This is what makes Wudang different.

In places like Lüjia Village and Wangjia Village, reporting to the local police station might not be of any use. The surrounding police stations are probably 800 miles away, and only a few people could come. By the time they arrive, the village would be wiped out.

But Wudang Mountain is different; it's a famous Taoist mountain and a symbol of Hubei Province.

Besides the sects of extraordinary individuals, the front of this mountain is also a tourist area, with a cultural and tourism bureau, developer land, and a local police station.

Even if the all-powerful people can't arrive this quickly, the police officers certainly can. Although ordinary police officers are no match for superhumans, if the newcomer dares to attack the police or even cause injury, that would be no ordinary superhuman incident.

The fact that this person has this kind of thought process shows that he is not only a successor of Song Mian's Tai Chi essence, but must have also studied at Trinity University back then.

"Yes, Uncle-Master." Wang Ye nodded, gripping his phone tightly. Let's see what kind of trouble this bastard can cause today.

"Old Song, you went into the Nine-Bend Cave and this is what you came up with? And it's so bad."

Song Mian exerted all his strength, unleashing the intent and power of Tai Chi, but still could not prevail and was completely drawn into the vortex. Just as he was panicking, he saw the white mist leap up, directly knocking Yunlong unconscious. Then, the fake Yunlong's face began to change. "You are...it's you!" Song Mian was over a hundred years old, but he felt that even if he turned to ashes, he would never forget this face.

"He Songling! Are you fucking dead?!"

"I'm dead? Others may not know, but ten of you don't?" He Songling laughed. "The ruins left by Zhang Boduan are a place of inheritance. How could anyone die there? Besides, could Zhang Boduan, an old man from the Northern Song Dynasty, possibly kill me?"

“You’re still the same as you were back then.” Song Mian hadn’t seen He Songling for decades, and he was a little uncomfortable to see this self-aggrandizing guy again. “Not only has he not changed in appearance, but his personality is still just as terrible.”

"You're much better at fighting than before." He Songling had a very high opinion of Song Mian, which was definitely not the kind of boasting he had given to the younger generation—although Song Mian's strength was indeed insignificant in front of a god.

"It's even higher than my master's when he first entered the third level."

That's right, that's why He Songling had such a high opinion of Song Mian.

Not everyone can catch up with Zuo Ruotong. In the original work, there are only two characters who are clearly more powerful than Zuo Ruotong: Zhang Zhiwei and the elderly Zhang Huaiyi of the Qi Body Source Flow.

Of course, there's been an explosion of talent lately, with at least five people surpassing those who have just entered the third level. But Zuo Ruotong herself has also been strengthened, reaching the peak of the third level. Even Lu Jin, who is now considered one of the pinnacles of the superhumans, hasn't surpassed Zuo Ruotong before her death, which can be considered as preserving Zuo's prestige.

"You should have made some progress." Song Mian shook his head, not taking pride in it. Who was Zuo Ruotong? No matter how admirable he was, it couldn't change the fact that he had never been on the right path. He had wasted seventy or eighty years of his life on the wrong path, and even after entering the third level and being enlightened by He Songling, he was only at the peak of the third level.

What about Song Mian? He obtained traces of immortality in the Nine-Bend Cave, and his own family also has the teachings left by a divine ancestor. Two great immortal inheritances—not to mention that, just considering his age, he's almost thirty years older than Zuo Ruotong now. He can't possibly have wasted these past twenty-odd years holding onto two immortal inheritances.

"It's a pity that I've only cultivated a bit of innate Yin-Yang Qi so far, that's all."

Song Mian said self-deprecatingly, "He's not even as good as Huaiyi, who died more than ten years ago. In terms of actual combat ability, he's not necessarily a match for Lu Jin. You could say he's good at nothing."

He Songling knew what Song Mian was resentful about. The Eight Extraordinary Skills were indeed all like crutches on a ladder to heaven, but even with crutches, one wasn't guaranteed to reach the top. Some even fall halfway up a mountain, let alone ascend to heaven. Ruan Feng was a prime example of someone who fell halfway.

Furthermore, everyone's path to heaven is different in length, and everyone's ascent is faster or slower. Yes, if you keep walking along this path and don't fall, you're sure to become an immortal—that's true. The problem is that human strength is sometimes limited.

The road hadn't reached its end, but Song Mian's life was coming to an end.

No matter how powerful an extraordinary person is, they are still human after all. Song Mian is now over 110 years old. How many more years do he have left to live? He can see the end of his life, and he sees no possibility of becoming an immortal.

"That's normal. How many people have become immortals throughout history? Why should it fall to the ten of you?"

He Songling didn't think there was anything remarkable about them. These people all seemed to have a lot of stories to tell, and they had a reason and qualification to become immortals. But throughout history, which of those extraordinary people didn't have a story that was both moving and dramatic?

Everyone knows that in the NBA, even someone on the bench is, in their own memories, Jordan. Reality isn't a Japanese anime; you can't just let nostalgia wash over you and expect to dominate on the court.

"Besides, I'm not even talking about whether it's possible for a dozen or so gods to appear at the same time. Even if it were possible, it wouldn't happen to you few who skipped class."

(End of this chapter)