Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 853 The Three Madmen of Wudang
"He..."

Song Mian wanted to angrily rebuke He Songling's name, but his voice was firmly confined around his mouth by the vacuum band, and not a single vibration could be transmitted.

"Don't say it!"

He Songling struck a pose similar to General Yu's, saying, "My identity must be kept secret for now; I'll call myself Ling Songhe to the outside world."

Song Mian was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth. "You call this hiding your identity? Look at the fake name you gave yourself. Do you think we're in the Tiancan Tudou universe? Just reverse your real name, change the tone, and no one will be able to pronounce it. Do you think I'm that stupid? Most importantly, you didn't even change your appearance!"

Song Mian had great confidence in He Songling, and changing his appearance was by no means a difficult task for him.

“You don’t understand. This is about making sure they don’t recognize me, yet also making sure they do. Of course, who can recognize me and who can’t is also very important. And when to make sure people recognize me—these are all things we need to consider…”

Song Mian's head was already big, and although it had shrunk with age, He Songling's behavior had already made it swell up a bit more. Now, it was so big that it looked like it was about to explode.

"Speak human language."

"That's how it is in plain language. If I don't change my appearance, those who can recognize me will naturally recognize me; those who can't recognize me, even those born in the 80s and 90s, who are seventy or eighty years apart, naturally won't think about that. Even if he wants to study it, if there are no knowledgeable elders in his family, he can only get the reply, 'It's too complicated, you don't need to know.'"

Although He Songling's words have the same kind of boastful, pretentious, and mysterious tone as those on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), and the "those who know, know" attitude, that's really the situation.

He Songling didn't care about those at the top of the supernatural beings, knowing that he had been resurrected and reborn. But it was not his wish for everyone in the streets and alleys to talk about how He Songling hadn't died back then and had now become an immortal and been resurrected.

To reiterate, his influence has long since extended beyond the small circle of supernatural beings, and will cause a great upheaval.

"Alright, but we have a deal. You have to bring the child back to me safe and sound, and he can't be corrupted. When he comes back, he can't be older than forty, and he has to be stronger than his master Yunlong. Taiji and Fenghou's individual cultivation levels must both be stronger than Yunlong's."

Song Mian counted on his fingers, "You can't leave any lingering problems, including issues related to cultivation and potential threats from others. You have to resolve them all. If you can do these things, the child is yours. Otherwise, I'll fight you to the death today!"

"Get lost, get lost, why don't I just turn him into an immortal for you?" He Songling rolled his eyes. Why do people in this world automatically become shameless as soon as they get old? Song Mian was quite honest back then, but now he's become like this.

“That works too.” Song Mian certainly didn’t care if another immortal appeared in Wudang’s history. Although he knew the secret to becoming an immortal, he wouldn’t spread it. But he had already lifted the immortal restrictions on Wudang, so he didn’t have to refuse Zhang Huaiyi’s return to Wudang like he did with Longhu Mountain.

If Wang can become an immortal, that's fine. Since He Songling boasted so much, he has to be able to cover his tracks.

"Nonsense. I'm not a professional at taking care of kids. The only thing I can guarantee you is that I can treat him the same way I treated my junior classmates back in the day."

"Alright, Ling Songhe." Song Mian let out a long breath, feeling the vacuum around him disappear, before speaking again: "What else do you need to do at Wudang Mountain? If not, then take your men and leave quickly!"

"Let me see your fellow disciples. It's rare for you to visit Wudang Mountain." He Songling was quite interested in seeing how those three minor characters from the original story were doing. After all, he had beaten them up back then, and it would be good to see how Song Mian had rescued them. "I'm warning you, don't push your luck!" Song Mian clearly knew that He Songling was up to no good, and his once-white face turned ashen.

"Look, look, Wang Ye is about to go down the mountain to say goodbye to his grandmasters." He Songling glanced at Wang Ye, who had no choice but to step forward and kowtow to Yunlong first: "Master, I'm going down the mountain now. Please take care of yourself on the mountain."

Before Yunlong could speak, he wiggled his buttocks again and continued to kowtow to Song Mian: "Grandmaster, after being taught the Feng Shui by several Grandmasters in the back mountain, I have not been able to repay them. Before leaving the mountain, I hope you will grant me permission to see these elders."

"Alright then." Song Mian was quite lenient towards Wang Ye's future in Wudang. He dismissed everyone and led Wang Ye, He Songling, Zhang Lingyu, and Xia He to the back of the mountain.

Even though the three extras who went mad in the original work have now regained their senses under Song Mian's Tai Chi True Meaning, they still do not want to appear in front of everyone after this experience, and still choose to cultivate themselves in the back mountain.

Of course, this is also related to Wudang's experiences in this history. When Song Mian returned to Wudang Mountain, many people tried to come up to Wudang Mountain, either sneaking around or attacking by force, wanting the "miraculous skills" that Song Mian and Zhou Sheng had comprehended in the Nine-Bend Cave.

This situation persisted for a long time. Even after Song Mian demonstrated his superb Tai Chi skills and defeated most people, there were still many villains who kept trying to sneak up Wudang Mountain.

Thus, these three former favorite disciples of the Wudang Sect leader became the strongest barrier in the back mountains of Wudang, preventing countless people with ulterior motives from climbing Wudang Mountain.

So even though they rarely appear in public and do not take on disciples, they are still very famous.

"Hey guys, you're in pretty good spirits."

When Song Mian led He Songling and the others to the back mountain and saw the three extras, He Songling couldn't help but laugh. Those simple-minded young men from back then have now grown up.

No, they've not just grown up, they've matured way too much.

The young Hong, Fang, and Lu of yesteryear have become the old Hong, Fang, and Lu, their bodies withered and their skin pale and greenish, clearly the result of having spent too long in the cave without seeing the sun.

"Seriously, are the three of you cosplaying as goblins?"

The three old men hadn't left the cave for decades. They knew nothing about cell phones or the internet, and had never even watched television. The radio was the most sophisticated electronic instrument they had ever encountered. They had even less knowledge of the outside world, let alone foreign countries. They couldn't understand what He Songling was saying at all.

However, they would never forget He Songling's face. Although they had only met He Songling once, they could never forget his demeanor—fighting the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion on the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain and launching Dongfeng missiles with that Qimen formation—even if they went mad.

"You...it's you!"

(End of this chapter)