Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 864 Am I a God-Slayer?
He Songling knew long ago that once you reach the level of a "deity," both your existence and the methods you use are like being on a different dimension, making ordinary mortals "incredible."

It's unthinkable, and unthinkable to even discuss it.

But when He Songling himself had become an immortal, even one who was higher than those immortals, he still couldn't help but admire him when he actually saw a deity from hundreds of years ago displaying his own divine abilities.

With every punch and kick, and the interplay of Yin and Yang in the Tai Chi diagram, Zhang Sanfeng revealed his entire life, his martial arts philosophy, religious beliefs, life experiences, and aspirations for passing on his legacy—a process that was faster and more detailed than simply inserting a hard drive into a brain-computer interface.

He Songling finally understood these immortals, at least what mindset Zhang Sanfeng had in order to block the path to immortality through cultivation techniques, and he also had a rough idea of ​​his next plan.

It is unknown how much time passed, or perhaps less than a second in the three-dimensional world and cognition of mortals. Zhang Sanfeng stopped his stance and stood up. His steps had just completed a full circle and landed back in the original position, without the slightest deviation.

"Very well, Master Zhang's skill is astounding and his understanding of the Great Dao is profound. I admire you greatly." He Songling bowed and expressed his respect to this senior on the path to immortality for the first time in a proper manner.

However, as soon as he said those words, he felt something was off. Back when Zhang Zhiwei was still young, when the two of them went out, Zhang Zhiwei was called "Master Zhang" by others, and He Songling laughed heartily, saying that the only Master Zhang he had ever heard of in his life was Zhang Sanfeng, and now he had actually met this Master Zhang.

"No thanks, no thanks."

The disheveled Taoist waved his hand with a chuckle, “A new path has been opened up for future generations, which is a fortunate thing for the Xuanmen (Taoist sect). The Taoist ritual has been performed, fellow Taoist, and this old Taoist should also pass away in this world.”

"Farewell."

He Songling saw Zhang Sanfeng within the Great Dao space disintegrate into countless tiny stars, and the space of this Taiji Great Dao was also collapsing little by little. He had a very strange feeling in his heart.

This is the second one.

He watched helplessly as the Daoist aura left behind by the second immortal dissipated in his hands and before his eyes.

The last one was Zhang Boduan, who wrote the Twenty-Four Solar Terms.

The next one, barring any unforeseen circumstances, should be Zhang Daoling, whom we see in The Celestial Master's Destiny.

Could it be that I am actually a god-like assassin?
No.

He Songling shook his head, trying to dispel this feudal superstition. He's already become a deity; he's the source of feudal superstition, the very embodiment of its pursuits. How can anyone still believe in such things?
Go back and check the cave to see if the mountain god is still there.

If it were there, this eerie feeling could be washed away.

"No, no, what the hell? I almost got confused." He Songling smacked his head twice. "These immortals were already gone, and these humanoid images didn't exist in the first place. They were formed because of my provocation. How can you expect me to kill them?"

Indeed, just like Zhang Boduan in the Nine-Bend Cave, this Daoist space is actually just the Daoist essence left by Zhang Sanfeng in the Taiji True Meaning. If it weren't for the meeting of souls like He Songling, who was also at the innate level, even if someone like Song Mian had completely unlocked the true face of the Taiji True Meaning, they wouldn't have seen Zhang Sanfeng's image.

Ultimately, these immortals were re-formed into human form and gained a certain level of intelligence because of He Songling's soul. Their true original forms, what remained in the inheritance, were merely fragments of their own "intentions." He Songling cleared his mind and finally shook off this strange sense of guilt. At the same time, the Great Dao space within the Taiji True Intent completely dissipated, and He Songling's soul returned to his original form, where he saw Song Mian's withered, round face once again.

"Tsk... I have to say, the looks of your Wudang disciples..."

The slovenly Taoist priest Zhang Sanfeng with his square mouth and wide ears was ugly enough, but when he came out, there was Song Mian, who looked like a dried-up moldy steamed bun; Zhou Sheng, who looked like a chewed betel nut; and Zhou Meng, who was short and toothless.

The appearance standards for selecting disciples by the Wudang team are almost the complete opposite of those of the Sanyi Sect back in the day.

“Look at Wang Ye, such a handsome young man, hanging out with a bunch of ugly old geezers every day. What kind of image does he have? Anyone with eyes can see that Wang Ye doesn’t belong to your Wudang. Taking him away was definitely the right choice.”

"He Songling, you son of a bitch..." The three old men from Wudang immediately flew into a rage, glaring at He Songling: "What exactly are you doing here? You've become an immortal and are immortal, but do you think we can also be immortal?!"

“None of you three were particularly good-looking when you were young, except for Zhou Meng, who looked human.” Zhou Meng was about to be happy when He Songling added, “You just didn’t have human height.”

"Brother, why don't we beat him up together?" Zhou Meng couldn't help but nudge Zhou Sheng.

"Okay, go ahead." Zhou Sheng wasn't like Zhou Meng, a simple second-generation inheritor of "miracle skills." He had seen traces left by immortals; those things were simply beyond the capabilities of mortals. So what if they said I was ugly? I tolerated it; it wasn't about my master anyway.

"And your master, that big-headed doll, is quite similar in height to Zhou Meng. I think you should give up being the Wudang Sect Leader, Old Song, and pass the position to Zhou Meng instead."

"He Songling, are you ever going to stop?!" The three men slammed their fists on the table and stood up. How dare you insult our old teacher! Even if you're a god, we'll fight you to the death.

"Hey, you saw it all. Those three were the ones who attacked me first."

These three are all inheritors of the Heavenly Immortal Technique, and their strength is not weak. If the three of them attack together, it will be difficult for any mortal to withstand them. Even Zhang Zhiwei would probably have to put in a lot of effort.

Of course, He Songling couldn't let these three old Wudang monks lose their divine status, so he directly used his divine power to force them down onto the table in a way that they couldn't comprehend at all.

Well, it's not that none of the three of them could understand it. The only one who truly couldn't understand it was Zhou Meng. Zhou Sheng and Song Mian could at least see some clues.

He is, after all, a direct inheritor of immortal techniques.

"Ah, this..." The three young men looked embarrassed. They wanted to turn their heads away, but they were afraid of being impolite. But if they just watched like this... watching the three big shots of Wudang get beaten up, wouldn't they be beaten half to death later?

"Then I'll begin!" He Songling said with a wicked expression, stretching out his fingers and leaning towards Song Mian.

"Damn it, Lao He, what are you doing!" Song Mian was shocked. He wasn't the original character; he was still a virgin!
"Hehehehe, Old Song, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!" He Songling let out a laugh that sounded like he had eaten four or five elders of the Soul Hall, and reached out to grab Song Mian's head.

(End of this chapter)