Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 856: Zhou Sheng Reappears
The three madmen of Wudang readily let them go, even eager to drive them out of the cave behind the mountain.

The reason is simple: they have just mastered the correct method of practicing Feng Hou Qi Men and are eager to try it out, just like a child who has obtained a new and interesting toy. They are busy experimenting and trying to see what Feng Hou Qi Men, which they have been seeking all their lives, is really like.

It was only at this moment that they realized how far behind they had fallen compared to their former senior brother, Zhou Sheng. If it weren't for the Qi of He Songling and Song Mian calming them down, the three of them might have gone mad again.

It can only be said that mental superpowers and Feng Hou Qi Men are a perfect match.

At this moment, Sanfeng was like Dongfang Bubai after reading the "Sunflower Manual," or Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi after reading the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual." He was completely immersed in it and couldn't wait to start practicing on the spot. Everything around him was no longer important.

What does it mean to be He Songling and who is Wang Ye? What about whether the future successor of Wudang will go astray? I'm not the sect leader, why should I care about these things?

Let that steamed bun devil Song Mian have his headache!

Before they left, they saw Zhou Sheng's younger brother, Zhou Meng. Although the old man did not become the leader of Wudang, he was one of only two outstanding disciples of their generation who majored in Tai Chi. Song Mian's true Tai Chi essence was naturally passed on to him, and Zhou Meng's strength was far greater than in the original story.

At least it wasn't as if a madman like Hongyin could completely control him and render him unable to move at all.

"He Songling!" Zhou Meng was also extremely surprised to see He Songling, and blurted out, "You're not dead?" His expression and words were just like Zhu Di's when he stormed into the palace and saw Zhu Yuanzhang in a hallucination.

"Not dead, not dead," He Songling explained with a chuckle. "That old bastard Zhang Boduan tricked me, and now I'm practically a god!"

"Alright, congratulations, congratulations." Zhou Meng cupped his hands to congratulate He Songling, then leaned closer and whispered, "Could you tell me where my brother is? He hasn't come back to see me in all these years, I miss him terribly."

"No way! He knows the Seventy-Two Transformations now, who could possibly know him?" Indeed, in Journey to the West, the Seventy-Two Transformations are a method to "avoid the Three Calamities." Even the "Three Calamities" that one cultivates can be obscured by the Seventy-Two Transformations, let alone outsiders. Even if immortals were to divine the secrets of heaven, they couldn't predict where he is.

Unless it's right in front of you, you can still tell something by looking at it.

"Don't you think so, Lao Zhou?"

He Songling reached out and his five fingers, like hooks, gripped a stone brick behind the side hall. Immediately, a loud cry of pain was heard as he forcefully pulled the stone out of the paved steps.

Then, in full view of everyone, the stone brick transformed into a withered and gloomy old man.

"Old Zhou!"

Song Mian exclaimed in surprise.

"elder brother!"

Although Zhou Meng hadn't seen Zhou Sheng for many years and his appearance had changed drastically, he still recognized his own brother.

As for the three young people, Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and Xia He, they were already numb.

Is this still human?

So it really does have seventy-two transformations!
"Old He, what are you doing? Put me down first." Zhou Sheng was in so much pain that he was convulsing. He was older than Wugensheng, even a post-90s generation, born in 1890, a pure old man from the Qing Dynasty. Among the supernatural beings still alive, he was the oldest. Even He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei were a few years younger than him.

Although this old fellow possessed profound skills and even claimed to control all changes in the world through the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, transforming into seventy-two marquises, he was still an elderly man. He Songling had previously dug his bare hands into the stone bricks, essentially tearing five bloody holes in his body. How could the old man withstand that? "Thump!"

He Songling threw him to the ground, then with a flick of his wrist, severed his own hand at the wrist, which struck Zhou Sheng and transformed into a wisp of white immortal energy, completely healing his injuries. Zhou Sheng not only felt that all his injuries had been healed, but he also felt that his body and mind had become much younger and more energetic.

"Ah... this is immortal energy? Good, good stuff, really good stuff, it's different from the innate energy we cultivate." Zhou Sheng said with his eyes closed, looking very pleased.

Wang Ye, standing nearby, watched He Songling's move with eyes shining brightly. "Great stuff, this is really great stuff, I wish I could learn this."

"Hmm?" Zhang Lingyu turned his head to look at Wang Ye in surprise. This was not right. Based on what the disciples who had gotten to know Wang Ye had said on the way here, he thought he had a general understanding of Wang Ye. He was a lazy and cunning guy who had everything, so he was not interested in anything.

He doesn't even care about Feng Hou Qi Men, a technique that drives many people crazy at first glance, but he treats it like a spinning top. Although He Songling's limb regeneration technique was amazing, judging from the situation it demonstrated, it didn't seem to be superior to Feng Hou Qi Men. The second level of Reverse Regeneration should be able to achieve this, so why is Wang Ye so interested?

"Hey!" Wang Ye saw Zhang Lingyu's eyes, shook his head, and explained to him in a low voice: "Old Zhang, you don't understand. If you have this skill, you won't need to wash your hands when you do some digging or cleaning work. You can just chop it off directly. That would be so convenient."

"..."

Although Wang Ye lowered his voice, what level were these three old men present? It was no different from having his words amplified through a loudspeaker right next to their ears.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

Only He Songling laughed, "Good, good lad!"

He slapped Wang Ye on the shoulder, his face full of approval: "You have potential. I take back my assessment of your talent now. You're actually quite gifted, kid. You've got the same ideas I had back then. Good, very good. I'll definitely take you as my proper successor!"

Indeed, back then, after He Songling finished a fight, he would cut off his blood-stained hands and feet to clean himself.

Convenient.

Hearing Wang Ye's words at this moment, he felt as if he had met a kindred spirit.

"Old He, Old Song, Brother, let's talk about this later. I need to teach my disciple a lesson first." Zhou Sheng's face immediately darkened.

Song Mian and Zhou Meng were both taken aback. Where did you get an apprentice, Lao Deng?
Then Zhou Sheng walked over to Wang Ye and pressed his head down, shaking it back and forth.

"You little brat!"

"I thought you'd run into trouble soon after learning it, but I never expected you to barely use it at all. This is Feng Hou Qi Men, so many people would risk their lives to learn it. You've been slacking off on those few broken punches from Yunlong, but you dare to neglect practicing my ultimate technique?"

"Old Zhou, what did you say?" Song Mian's cold voice rang out from the side.

"Brother, explain to me what 'Yunlong's few broken punches' means?" Zhou Meng looked at his brother with an unfriendly expression.

(End of this chapter)