Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 851: Na Du Tong was reorganized and rebuilt based on the foundation of the Ni Sheng Group.
Upon hearing this, Song Mian could only nod with a wry smile.

Yes, under normal circumstances, the path to immortality for our predecessors was tightly locked by them, whether it was the Celestial Master's Ordination of Longhu Mountain or the Tai Chi of Wudang.

Whatever their reasons for doing so—whether it was deducing the truth from Zhang Boduan's ruins that might overturn the world of cultivation for extraordinary people, or simply wanting their descendants to not become immortals after they themselves had achieved immortality—in short, no one had a path to heaven when they were cultivating.

Whether it was Zhang Daoling, who started from scratch and embarked on the path of "Taoism", or Lü Dongbin, the Pure Yang Immortal, or his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, or Zhang Boduan, the Southern School Alchemist who created them, or even Zhuge Liang, who ultimately failed to become an immortal but had the potential to become one and even dared to defy the heavens, whose path was as smooth as theirs?
But all of these people succeeded, while none of the ten of them, holding the Heavenly Ladder left by Zhang Boduan, had any hope of becoming immortals.

It's hurtful to say, but that's the reality. If you're not qualified, there's nothing more to say. The path has been laid out for you, but if you can't walk it to the end, what can you say?

"So why did you come to Wudang today?" Song Mian asked, voicing the same question that puzzled him as Lu Jin.

You haven't seen anyone for over seventy years. As soon as you were born, instead of looking for your wife, your Sanyi Sect, your wife's Tang Sect, or even the Lu family, what are you doing here at Wudang Mountain with a few kids who have nothing to do with these sects?
"Didn't Wang Ye tell you?" Although He Songling had been "fighting" with Yunlong, he was actually in complete control of the situation and knew exactly what had happened outside. "I came to tell you to expel Wang Ye from Wudang."

"Impossible." Song Mian refused decisively. Wang Ye is the hope of Wudang for at least fifty years, and has the potential to become the second strongest person in Wudang's history, or even an immortal. No one can change that, not even He Songling.

Seventy years have passed after all. Even if He Songling was renowned among these old folks back then, time can heal all wounds. Let alone the fact that He Songling hadn't fully ascended to immortality back then, even if he were a true immortal, so what? Zhang Daoling and Zhang Sanfeng could talk about it casually.

The relationship between He Songling and these old guys is very strange now. It's a bit like meeting the kid king who used to beat him up when he was a child, many years later, after he has grown up.

Of course, they are not entirely the same. For those accomplished figures, the kid who beat them up seventy years ago is nothing to fear. He Songling, after all, had already achieved what they themselves still consider difficult to match today.

The problem is that seventy years have passed, and they all consider themselves important figures. Moreover, they were far inferior to He Songling back then. Seventy years later, if they joined forces, would they still be unable to defeat He Songling? Could it be that someone who is proficient in everything could not beat He Songling?
If we say we're wary, we certainly are; but if we say we're afraid, then we might not actually be afraid.

"Listen to me, Lao Song, you're only harming the child." He Songling didn't care. He never wanted to be a tyrannical dictator who could command a hundred followers and make everyone kneel and beg for mercy with a single word. That would be too boring. Fighting with others was much more enjoyable.

For him, the most boring thing was that no one dared to fight him.

“I can also teach the true meaning of Tai Chi. I am now much stronger than your ancestor Zhang Sanfeng. How do you teach Feng Hou Qi Men? Rely on Zhou Sheng? Zhou Sheng himself doesn’t dare to show his face now. Even if he dares to show his face, he is not as good as me in teaching.”

"What do you mean by that?" Song Mian's heart skipped a beat. "You've become an immortal?"

“Old Song, there’s no point in saying that. Isn’t this just common sense? You can’t really expect me to have been trapped by Zhang Boduan for the past seventy years and even had my cultivation level reduced, can you?” He Songling felt that Song Mian had become a bit irrational after being the sect leader for so many years. “Then you can’t possibly be higher than my ancestor.”

"If you're not convinced, call him out and let's see what happens."

The two old men started arguing.

The argument went on for about an hour before Song Mian's Qi could no longer maintain the illusion created by the Tai Chi diagram, and they finally managed to call a truce.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want? It's absolutely impossible for you to take Wang Ye under your wing. This child is already lazy enough. If he has to learn from you for a while, our Wudang will be finished." Song Mian had finally revealed his trump card.

"What do you mean by 'just learn Wudang from me'? Back then, a small portion of the Sanyi Sect learned from me, and the current Sanyi University is based on the teaching model I created. And look at the result! You tell me if it's number one or not!" But to his surprise, He Songling refused to back down and was determined to be led astray by Wang Ye.

"Why do you insist on messing with Wang Ye all of a sudden?" Song Mian's head, which used to be as big and white as a steamed bun, had become as shriveled as his master's back then due to the passage of time and the aging of his body. But now, he felt that his head was starting to fill up again.

“His family is rich,” He Songling said matter-of-factly. “I don’t have much money to spend right now. If I don’t persuade him to go home and ask his father for some money, how can I live a carefree life? It’s not right to spend the Lu family’s money every day. It’s also difficult for Lu Tong.”

"If the Lu family has a hard time, then I don't have a hard time, and Wudang doesn't have a hard time?" Seeing that the Taiji diagram had become almost transparent and could no longer conceal what was inside, Song Mian could only lower his voice and say quickly, "According to what you said, after you were reborn, you went to find Lu Jin first. Lu Jin didn't tell you, did he?"

“Ah, I already told you.” He Songling nodded: “The current Nadutong is built on the foundation of the Nisheng Group that I left in China. The parts needed by other countries are operating independently, and the remaining small part was eventually formed into Nadutong with the help of Trinity University.”

"I know you're still eyeing Wang Ye!" Song Mian growled in a low voice, "If you're short of money, go to any money exchanger!"

"What am I asking them for? Although I still have some shares in them, I donated most of them directly back then. You can't ask for something back after you've given it away. As for my shares, I couldn't sell them or give them away back then, so they were all discounted. I'm definitely going to get those back from All-Tong. I'll ask them for a directorship no matter what."

He Songling never intended to let Na Du Tong off the hook. He used his money, and these bastards were all conspiring and harboring their own evil intentions. Some even dared to cooperate with Quanxing and foreign countries. They were simply courting death.

Actually, he did all this to lay the groundwork. When All-Knowing openly targeted the "unique skill," he would have a pretext to act.

(End of this chapter)