Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 866 Lifting the Ban
"He Songling, I'll fuck your grandpa!" Zhou Sheng didn't feel any pain, but he would have preferred to feel pain.

The old man felt an indescribable sensation amplified in his senses, a tingling, numb, cramping sensation, or a slippery, cool snake crawling on his body. He could even feel his nerves throbbing.

Because He Songling didn't simply place his palm on Zhou Sheng's head, but rather, like Cassandra reading minds, his rootless fingers seamlessly inserted into Zhou Sheng's head, as if the two had always been together.

This doesn't feel good; it's like someone has violated my anus.

"Ouch!"

The three young men, especially Wang Ye, who had secretly transformed into a bird and flown over after seeing Zhang Lingyu and his wife being captured, wished they could blind themselves. In fact, Wang Ye had already done so, using the Feng Hou Qi Men formation to envelop himself and Zhang Lingyu and his wife, cutting off their sight and hearing.

The problem is, whether those old folks will believe it or not is another matter.

"In urgent situations, we should act expediently; this way, we can save time." Fortunately, no one has time to worry about these three younger people right now.

He Songling sought out Zhou Sheng for the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, a restrictive method that could drive anyone mad at first glance, and the restriction that Wu Gensheng had set up for them, his nine sworn brothers, in the Nine Turns Cave.

These represent being unable to control and being under extreme control, respectively.

It's important to know that in the original work, Wugensheng's restriction was something that no one in the entire circle of supernatural beings could do. Whether it was Liangshan's spirit possession, sorcerers' divination, or shamans, spirit mediums, spirit writing, mind reading, or manipulation, none of these methods worked and could only backfire on themselves.

According to He Songling, this was not Wugensheng's original ability. A divine spirit could not possibly achieve this. Wugensheng also demonstrated this in the Sanyi Sect. His methods, apart from cultivating life to the extreme, were nothing more than a divine spirit.

Therefore, this must be a restriction technique he comprehended from the ruins of the immortals. He Songling only absorbed Zhang Boduan's power, but did not receive his inheritance. At the time, he felt it was unnecessary, but now it seems he still needs to learn it.

That should be about right.

The five methods—the Cinnabar, the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, the Feng Hou Qi Men, the Tai Chi Yin Yang Lock, and Zhang Boduan's restrictive techniques—are not entirely satisfactory, but they are still barely enough.

"Come on, Master Song?"

At this moment, the runes flowing in He Songling's hand had completely solidified into a mysterious pattern, flickering on his hand.

The Zhou brothers, Sheng and Meng, standing nearby, felt as if countless secrets were locked within their hearts after just one glance, and even their thoughts momentarily froze.

"Old He, is there really nothing wrong with this thing you've got?" Zhou Meng couldn't help but ask.

Song Mian is the pillar of Wudang. Now that Wudang is such a large organization, if something happens to Song Mian, he feels he can't handle it. Don't be fooled by the fact that Wudang still has six elders left, three of them are practically insane, and his own brother is never home. In reality, besides Song Mian, it's just him left.

"Don't worry, when have I ever harmed you?" He Songling said, pressing his palm down on Song Mian's bald head. The Zhou brothers thought to themselves, "You haven't harmed us yet?" Yes, in terms of scheming for a future and risking lives, that's true, but those little pitfalls kept piling up, making them feel like they'd rather be dead.

But things didn't go according to their wishes. After He Songling pressed his hand on it, the true meaning of Tai Chi within Song Mian's body was naturally activated, and the Tai Chi diagram appeared. The Tai Chi diagram kept rotating, and with each rotation, it took on a bit of the color of the restriction on He Songling's hand.

After circling nine times, the light in He Songling's hand disappeared, completely covering the Tai Chi diagram. The originally clear black and white of the Tai Chi diagram became somewhat strange; the black resembled a dark cyan, while the white had a lustrous sheen with a hint of gold. The center was no longer perfectly aligned, but instead had a deep groove.

It seemed to have transformed into a yin-yang symbol made of blue and white jade.

"How was it?" The Tai Chi diagram spun twice more, and after Song Mian had fully mastered it, it returned to his body. He Songling asked upon seeing this.

"It's strange, there's a part that I really can't put into words, but it's reflected in my strength." Song Mian raised his hand and assumed a wild horse mane stance, carefully comprehending the meaning.

He then waved his hands, stirring up a huge storm, and in an instant, a jade Tai Chi diagram appeared behind him. With a whoosh, he threw a punch at Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng was caught off guard by Song Mian's sudden attack and was momentarily caught off guard. It was too late for him to turn invisible, teleport, or activate an array to immobilize Song Mian. He could only transform into a huge cloud of black smoke and meet Song Mian's fist.

With a twist of his fist, Song Mian swirled the black smoke into a circle, preventing it from advancing any further. Then, with a quick movement, it gradually shrank, eventually becoming a small black ball, which Song Mian contained within his hands.

Just as the black smoke was about to dissipate, a small bird flapped its wings and took flight, but it seemed to be swept away by some enormous force, spinning and flying high into the sky.

"Song Mian, how shameless of you! The dignified leader of Wudang, you actually launched a sneak attack?" The little bird circled many times in mid-air before finally stabilizing itself, and then transformed back into Zhou Sheng's appearance.

Even so, when he landed and stood up to walk back, he was still unsteady on his feet, as if an ordinary person had spun around in place dozens of times, causing him to lose his sense of balance and his face to turn pale.

"Hmph, my third brother, let's see if you still dare to say that our Wudang Tai Chi is just 'a few rounds of broken fists'?" Song Mian sneered, then swung the ball in his hand and sent it flying back into Zhou Sheng's body. With the replenishment of his own Qi, Zhou Sheng's complexion gradually became rosy again.

"What kind of ability is it to rely on being a god!" Zhou Sheng knew Song Mian's strength very well. He was definitely not this strong before. This was definitely because of the new Tai Chi Chuan that He Songling helped him develop.

Its function is easy to guess: it can both seal away related secret information and allow Song Mian to fully utilize the "immortal techniques" that originally belonged to Zhang Sanfeng when he attained enlightenment.

"Brother, if you didn't have Zhang Boduan's relics, would you have reached this level?" He Songling said sarcastically from the side.

Zhou Sheng guessed correctly; this was indeed the effect of his restriction. After his restriction was added, in addition to the mutual restraint between the restriction and the true meaning, they could also stimulate each other, essentially forming a "compensation mechanism."

In other words, because you cannot reveal all the secrets, as compensation, I will enhance your strength. After all, this is now the work and gift of two immortals. Although a part of Zhang Sanfeng's "Dao" is sealed, another part of He Songling's "Dao" has been added.

(End of this chapter)