Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 860 No matter what those riddle-solving people are up to, I'll smooth things over for you.

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping.

Many disciples passing by were wondering, "What's wrong with the canteen today? Why is it so noisy?"

"No, I heard that the sect leader is entertaining guests inside. Guests who can be entertained by the elder must be powerful figures. Perhaps they are testing their martial arts techniques?"

Inside the small dining hall of Wudang Temple, used to receive distinguished guests.

Song Mian grabbed Zhou Sheng by the collar and shouted, "Quick, Zhou Meng, I've caught your brother! Beat that son of a bitch to a pulp!"

"Sect Leader, we share the same mother." Zhou Meng said with a dark face, then slapped Zhou Sheng across the face with a White Crane Spreads Wings blow. "It's all your fault, you dog, for bringing shame upon our mother!"

Zhou Sheng: "???"

No, Song Mian insulted your mother, and instead of hitting him, you hit me?
I'm your brother!

"Knowing you're my brother, I won't hit anyone but my brother today!" This time it was Song Mian's turn. With one hand, he used the Three Rings of the Moon technique to deliver three slaps to Zhou Sheng's head.

"Are you two ever going to stop? If you keep this up, I'll hit you back!"

How dare a biological younger brother and an adopted younger brother hit their older brother?

You've gone too far!
"You're fighting back! You're fighting back! Fight back! Fight back!" Zhou Meng cursed as he jumped up and started beating his brother.

"What has Wudang been like in the past seventy years, huh? Where were you when you were surrounded by powerful enemies? Where were you when you were attacked openly and secretly by everyone? Where were you when Lu Huizhong led the Tang Clan and the Sanyi Clan to beat us up?"

Zhou Meng crossed his arms, furious: "If it weren't for Senior Brother Song coming back, you fucking drove three senior brothers crazy, and Master died, would I have been the only one holding up Wudang? Fine, you have your reasons, you were involved in a big secret back then, with far-reaching implications, never mind."

"And now? It's the 21st century already, so many years of peace, and Wudang, with Brother Song's support, has continued to be the leading Taoist school for so many years. It's one thing if you don't show your face, but you've already returned to Wudang Mountain, claiming to be king and your successor, and now you want to leave? Have you no shame?!"

Song Mian was a little unhappy. "You've said everything, what am I supposed to say? Aren't I the one who's been holding Wudang up all these years?!"
But since things had already come to this, there was no time to settle scores with Zhou Meng; let's talk about his brother's problem first.

"Yes, that's right, you explain it to me!"

"No, Lao Song, my brother is ignorant, but you are? We went into that cave together. Although you came out the first, and you used that power in our Wudang Tai Chi, you can't say you don't know the truth, right? Even if you didn't get the truth left by Zhang Ziyang in the cave, you should have gotten the truth left by our ancestor Zhang Sanfeng from Tai Chi, right?"

Zhou Sheng, his face bruised and swollen, looked up at his two younger brothers. "What kind of power is that? What kind of concept is that? Apart from someone like He Songling who can wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace, where else can it exist? One person is one thing, but can Wudang accommodate two sects at the same time? No way. Even if the extraordinary person doesn't cause us any trouble, do you think the company will just sit idly by?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Sheng truly admired He Songling. Although his nickname was "Big Monkey," and he later comprehended the Seventy-Two Transformations in the Nine-Bend Cave, he truly seemed to embody that monkey. Yet, he still dared not easily reveal the truth about the Immortal Cave.

Although in this history, the Eight Extraordinary Skills and the Thirty-Six Thieves weren't like rats crossing the street, universally hated, and could openly show their faces, as long as they could withstand covert attacks—Zhou Sheng and Song Mian's Wudang sect clearly could—the truth behind it, targeting cultivators, still led him to choose to remain a mystery.

Unlike He Songling, who dared to speak his mind freely, even the path to immortality. The ten of them, not counting Wugensheng and Zhang Sanfeng's original Taiji True Meaning, only managed to extract eight methods of immortality from Zhang Boduan's cave; He Songling alone managed to obtain six of them back then.

But Zhou Sheng was not He Songling after all. He had no hope of becoming an immortal in this life and dared not take that step lightly.

“Old Zhou, Third Brother, there’s really no need for that.” Song Mian nodded first, then said, “We just won’t reveal our secrets. What era are we living in now? Things are different from back then.”

"If you insist on saying that, it's not entirely wrong..." Zhou Sheng thought about it and agreed. With a true immortal like He Songling appearing in the world, their little things were nothing. If the sky were to fall, there would be tall people to hold it up; even if something happened, it would fall on He Songling's head first.

"However, after you came out of the cave back then, you went straight back to Wudang. There were many things the brothers didn't ask you to participate in, so it's better that you don't know. But I still have some unfinished business to settle. Once it's all done, I will definitely return to Wudang."

“Hey, see? This is what you call setting a flag.” He Songling’s voice rang out at an inopportune moment, as he introduced the situation to the three young people.

“Look at Senior Zhou now, doesn’t he look like an old general with flags stuck all over his back on a stage? Usually, someone who says such things is doomed to die. Old Zhou, your best outcome is to take your last breath on Wudang Mountain. If things go worse, you might end up like Zhang Huaiyi.”

"He Songling, you son of a bitch..." Zhou Sheng's emotions and heroic spirit vanished instantly after being beaten by He Songling.

"Alright, Lao Zhou, since I heard you, and we're practically friends, there aren't many people left who have lived from the 19th century to the present. I'll do you a favor."

He Songling ignored Zhou Sheng. Having finished his meal, he stood up and said, "I'll take care of whatever you have to do. I don't care what dirty secrets or grand schemes you have with Qu Tong. It's none of my business. If you're blocking my way to have fun, I'll tear you down."

"you……"

Zhou Sheng wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Indeed, their group and Wugensheng's later creations, those riddle-solving tricks, were nothing compared to He Songling's. Who wants to solve riddles with you? If he wanted to, he'd crush them in a heartbeat.

"Old Song, shall we have a chat?"

Now that everything else is settled, it's time to get down to business.

"Come with you?" Song Mian looked up at He Songling: "Didn't we already come here at Yunlong's place?"

"We didn't really fight. We just exchanged a couple of pushes. Can you call that sparring? I won't be satisfied until I've pinned you to the ground and given you a good beating." He Songling said, already standing up, looking like he was going to make a move regardless of Song Miantong's agreement.

"Stop arguing." Seeing this, Song Mian had no choice but to stand up and assume a defensive stance. He had no choice; if he didn't move, the other man would punch him in the head. These old fogies knew He Songling's character well; he wasn't someone who would care about affecting their so-called status as big shots.

He struck a pose resembling a lazy man tying his clothes, and reached out to He Songling: "Then come on, I'd like to see just how powerful this immortal is."

(End of this chapter)