Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 852 I'm done with Wudang, I recommend you become a professor at Trinity University.
"So, in your plan, Wang Ye absolutely has to be taken away?"

Song Mian hadn't expected He Songling to have such lofty ambitions, wanting to start a company right from birth. It's important to understand that managing a company isn't always smooth sailing; initially, it involves overcoming resistance from all the various supernatural sects.

Even so, NaDuTong still managed to do it.

In other words, He Songling is capable of anything; he's a behemoth that none of the various sects, including the Quanxing Sect, can defeat.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Back then, He Songling also managed to subdue both the righteous and the evil factions all by himself.
He truly is an old sage; he's incredibly powerful.

If He Songling had such a grand plan, then Song Mian wouldn't be able to force Wang Ye to stay on Wudang Mountain.

It wasn't because he wanted to fight against Na Du Tong, but because he knew He Songling's determination. Once this guy decided to do something, he was absolutely capable of framing, slandering, robbing, and the like. His filth and depravity were comparable to a combination of Song Jiang and Wu Yong from Liangshan.

Song Mian was afraid that something else might happen to Wang Ye and his family.

"No, who am I? Why would I need to use a junior for any plan?"

To everyone's surprise, He Songling casually said, "I just think this kid is someone special. Don't let him waste his time. I'll take him under my wing for a while. At most, you can bring him back into the sect after I ascend to immortality. His master, Yunlong, isn't that old either. At least another fifty years shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"He Songling!" Song Mian immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this, flames even appearing on his head: "You fucking...don't you have anything better to do? Get lost!"

"What are you saying? I haven't been out for seventy years. Now I've lost my job, my shares, and I'm penniless. Of course I have nothing to do. Besides, how many more years do I have left on Earth? What important thing could I possibly do?" He Songling spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

"Get out of here right now, don't corrupt my apprentice!"

"Let me remind you, what you just thought was correct."

He Songling's eyes flashed with a wicked light: "This king is quite a hero. I need to find a way to lure him up the mountain. If you agree, fine, but if you don't, hehe, guess how I'll deal with him. What can he do if I just transform into his appearance?"

"You bastard, you can read my mind?!" Song Mian was shocked. It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but him, the true meaning of Tai Chi. The important thing wasn't the "fist," but the "intention." That Tai Chi energy, like a gushing spring, continuously acted upon him, the Tai Chi diagram constantly rotating in his heart.

If we're talking about who's the most powerful fighter in the world of supernatural beings, Song Mian would admit he's no match for the top few. But if we're talking about who's least likely to fall victim to mind control, illusions, or go mad, then Song Mian is undoubtedly the one.

Zhang Zhiwei and the Sanyi group of reversible cultivators could only rely on their thick blood to withstand the attacks, and their sworn brother Zhang Huaiyi didn't have any special methods.

Only he, with his Tai Chi rotation and dual-wielding skills, was confident that even if Duanmu Ying pressed the blue hand on his head, he would remain unharmed. Furthermore, against a weaker dual-wielding practitioner, such as a junior from the Lü family who possessed the "Soul-Clearing Technique," Song Mian was even confident he could directly turn the tables and control the caster.

But in the blink of an eye, He Songling’s confidence was shattered into dust.

Without any form of contact, whether it was Qi or physical body, they were all at a distance, yet they still managed to read each other's thoughts?
"Gods are truly incredible. If you don't want your mind read, I can cast a divination to predict your future, and I can even use my inner vision to stretch the timeline and see what you'll do next. In short, if I want to target you, I'll target you relentlessly." Just then, Song Mian's Taiji diagram completely dissipated, and He Songling pointed at Wang Ye and asked, "So, are you going to give me this child or not?"

"You beast, you're a real beast."

Song Mian gritted his teeth and said those words, then closed his eyes, just like Zhuge Liang who had witnessed a heavy rain extinguish the flames in Shangfang Valley. He closed his eyes in despair, looked up at the sky, and finally sighed, "Your Majesty, from this day forward, you are expelled from the ranks of Wudang disciples. You are no longer a Wudang disciple."

"No, Master?"

Yunlong was greatly alarmed. To be honest, he didn't like this apprentice at all. He was lazy, cynical, and careless. If it came to making friends, he wouldn't befriend someone like him.

But Yunlong was a very old-fashioned person. He believed that a master and his disciple were like father and son. If you kowtow to the ground, it is equivalent to entrusting your life and fortune to me. I will teach you skills, and you will enhance my reputation. We are father and son as one, sharing both glory and loss.

This can't be explained by simply liking or disliking someone. It's like the relationship between parents and children; perhaps they don't actually like each other that much, but kinship doesn't allow for choice, and their positions are naturally aligned. If needed, Yunlong would act like a father, risking his life to protect Wang Ye, and he believed Wang Ye would do the same.

But now, suddenly someone comes along and says they're going to sever this family bond.

The master-disciple relationship can be severed, but can the father-son bond be severed? For Yunlong, this is not as simple as a disciple leaving his sect; it's someone coming to kidnap his child.

"What did Wang Ye do wrong? Why should he be expelled from Wudang? Just because of Master Zhou's Feng Hou Qi Men? With your name, with our Wudang, can't we even tolerate someone with Feng Hou Qi Men?"

Yunlong ran to Song Mian's side and said urgently, "If you won't protect him, I still want to."

"Snapped!"

Just like in the original story, Yunlong got a big slap, the difference being that Song Mian's height was at least normal, so he didn't have to jump up to hit him. But precisely because of this, Song Mian was able to exert more force, and one single whip almost shattered half of Yunlong's facial bones.

“It’s not up to a junior like you to make decisions for Wudang.” Song Mian said the same thing as Zhou Meng had said before: “Wang is not a Wudang disciple, and you are not his master. If you insist on being his master, then you should also leave Wudang.”

Yunlong would have stopped after hearing this.

After all, compared to his disciple, the sect is more important. Besides, he has a Wudang identity, which would be helpful to Wang Ye in case of trouble. If the father and son were to become independent and act haphazardly, they might be ambushed by someone if they went out into the world.

The key point is that He Songling is here this time. As soon as Song Mian said this, he reflexively started to stir things up: "It's okay, Yunlong, don't be afraid of your advisor. What is Wudang? I see your skills are quite good. I'll write you a recommendation letter, and you can become a professor at Trinity University. We're not staying in this lousy Wudang anymore!"

(End of this chapter)