Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 855 Can't you just learn someone else's moves by looking at them once?
"You guys actually managed to figure it out."

When He Songling saw the things he had created on Wudang Mountain, he felt excited, gratified, and happy.

Because he simply can't tinker with this kind of thing anymore.

It wasn't because his magical abilities were too low-level, but rather because they were far too high-level.

As a deity who can transform the second floor of the inner world into a room of time and spirit, directly "creating the world," once the array is activated, He Songling can control everything within it—not just "changes," but everything in its entirety.

He can do whatever he wants. He can separate and combine basic elements bit by bit, and cast any spell at will. As the old saying goes, in the realm of supernatural abilities, the only thing that can limit him is his imagination.

However, he couldn't imagine how to properly realize these things from the formation. Years ago, he directly used his powerful life cultivation to knead and forcibly combine the elements within the formation, using them as an attack.

Rather than magic, it was actually his own ability.

What he can do now is something that ordinary sorcerers can never do.

This is the curse of knowledge. A normally intelligent, educated adult, unless deliberately seeking out wrong answers, would never think of how to calculate one plus one equals two incorrectly; they simply lack that kind of thinking ability.

So now that he sees someone actually bringing to life what he once envisioned using legitimate magic, He Songling is truly delighted.

“Wang Ye, did you see that? Learn more from your senior advisors. These things were all invented by me back then. Consider it my teaching to you.”

He Songling shouted excitedly.

Wang also looked dejected.

This is fucking ridiculous... So I'm supposed to learn from these old masters? Aren't their methods of controlling the wind wrong?

"You've learned mistakes too. Your skills and techniques are inferior to some of the ordinary seniors in the art sect, let alone your three grandmasters." In the original work, Chen Jinkui once boasted that Wang Ye's skills in "art" were inferior to many of his apprentices. This was purely a boast he made in a fit of anger.

Chen Jinkui believed that Wang Ye, a young man, was able to perform all sorts of miraculous feats entirely because of Feng Hou Qi Men, deliberately belittling Wang Ye's own skills to nothing.

In reality, although Wang Ye is still young and certainly doesn't deserve to be called a "master," he is far superior to many people who have been immersed in this field for most of their lives.

The starting point after the wind is high, no matter how it got there. A person who is 1.5 meters tall standing on the second floor is still higher than a person who is 2 meters tall standing on the first floor.

But there's nothing we can do. For ordinary humans, the height limit is 2.45 meters. No matter how big the difference is, they can't beat someone who is 2 meters tall. But in the realm of superhumans, not to mention 2.45 meters, people who are 40 or 50 meters tall are not uncommon. If Wang Ye's cultivation level is 1.5 meters, then Zhang Zhiwei is at least 200 meters tall.

It wouldn't be unfair to say that Wang is inferior to some ordinary senior members of the Shuzi Sect.

"Look quickly, learn quickly." He Songling, carrying the immense power of thunder, the scorching fire lotus, and the "east wind" that surged around him, turning into mushroom clouds that rose and dissipated time and time again, walked up to Wang Ye and made him see clearly.

"Holy crap..."

Let alone Wang Ye and the other two juniors, even Song Mian was a little scared, protecting the group as they retreated, shouting, "What the hell are you doing? Don't come any closer, or it'll explode!"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's safe. Even if it explodes, I'll take care of it." He Songling casually flicked the two-colored rotating fire lotus that seemed to be embedded in his body. The thing bounced twice and then exploded into a rain of fire inside He Songling's body.

If placed outside, it would probably form a raging inferno covering hundreds of meters in radius, but on He Songling, it was like a fake flame, like the baseboard of a fireplace simulated on an electronic screen, and he couldn't even feel the scorching temperature.

The three madmen of Wudang were completely dumbfounded. Not to mention seeing the spells exploding on He Songling without causing any harm, the fact that He Songling simply walked out of their formation without a word already made them feel unreal.

This is a public restroom! You think you can just come and go as you please? What happened to the promise of being king? I'm not a king here, I'm just the toilet manager!

"So, Lao Wang, did you understand?"

"Huh? No, no..." This is not only the control of Feng Hou Qi Men, but also the control of "technique". These are two different directions, which can be understood as the White Cat's Fire Dance Whirlwind and the Rainbow Cat's Fire Dance Whirlwind.

Rainbow Cat has completely mastered Fire Dance Whirlwind, and can unleash his full power without suffering a backlash and dying, but he cannot defeat Black Heart Tiger alone; White Cat has not completely mastered Fire Dance Whirlwind, and will suffer a backlash and die if he unleashes his full power, but if he truly unleashes his full power, he can truly kill Black Heart Tiger.

In short, it's the difference between "techniques" and "moves".

Wang Ye's mastery of Feng Hou Qi Men is now far superior to his three grandmasters; he can truly "transform himself into a king," or rather, transform himself into the Monkey King, mastering the seventy-two transformations. However, his actual skill in magic, as Chen Jinkui said, is still far from sufficient.

Even these three elders had to study this level of magic in seclusion for many years before they could truly reproduce it under the special characteristic of Feng Hou Qi Men's "control over all changes." Wang Ye hadn't even reached this level, and the three elders hadn't taught him at all, because even if they had, he wouldn't have been able to learn it.

Even with a three-on-one super small class teaching method, he still couldn't learn it by being taught step by step. Expecting him to learn it just by looking at the effect of the spell explosion is really asking too much.

"Sigh, you're useless. You've been watching for so long and still don't understand. Just do it like this, then like this, and move the array plate like this, isn't that enough?"

He Songling looked at him with a face full of disappointment and exasperation. "If this were me back then, I would have mastered it at first glance. I might even have used their own methods against them, exploding on them before their own magic could have done it. Old Song, is this the person you were talking about who has the strongest talent and the most promising chance of becoming an immortal since Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang in the last few hundred years?"

"Get lost! Who can be as twisted as you?" Song Mian slapped He Songling aside and stepped forward to say to the three madmen of Wudang who were still questioning their existence, "You three should stop arguing. The child should go with him. There might be some doubts about his humanity, but his cultivation will definitely be good."

"Senior Brother Song, this..."

"You still disagree, huh?" He Songling beckoned to Wang Ye. "Old Wang, come here. Explain to your three grandmasters what the real Feng Hou Qi Men is all about."

(End of this chapter)