Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 884 Zhang Lingyu: Xia He, you have no charm

"Zhuge Qing, are you crazy?!"

Even someone like Zhang Lingyu couldn't help but curse out loud.

Is this something that humans could even conceive of?

"This is the world I created, so of course my thoughts flowed into his brain!" He Songling was still gesturing and doing things to Xia He, things that would make Zhang Lingyu's blood pressure rise and his head turn green.

Unfortunately, He Songling was able to see in the back of his head and control the entire world he created without looking back, while Zhang Lingyu was unaware that his girlfriend's small hand was being held in He Songling's hand.

"Stop teaching me!" Xia He said irritably, shaking off He Songling's hand. "You hurry up and save him! Otherwise, let me go save him!"

He Songling was facing away from the battlefield between Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu, while Xia He was facing directly, watching Zhang Lingyu get beaten up. Although she wasn't highly educated, she had at least heard of nuclear fusion.

Even if she didn't know this, as a powerful superhuman, she could always sense the terrifying energy between Zhuge Qing's hands that seemed capable of destroying the world.

Xia He knew she couldn't stop him even if she went up, but since it was a matter of life and death, she couldn't care less. Even if she died, she had to die with her lover. They had finally reunited, and Zhang Lingyu was barely able to face her true feelings. Did they have to be separated by life and death again?

"Hey, don't worry, this is my world, everything is under my control."

He Songling reached down and grabbed Xia He's smooth little hand again.

“If I say it’s true, it’s true; if I say it’s false, it’s false. Now I’m telling you, all of this that Zhuge Qing has done is just his imagination, just like those three crazy old men from Wudang when they were delirious and entered an inner vision. Are you relieved now?”

"Is that so? Then I can... Don't be so sure!" Xia He roared at He Songling, "That nuclear fusion was about to explode in my Lingyu's face, and you're telling me this is fake?!"

Not to mention Zhang Lingyu, even Xia He, who was far away, felt her body being melted by the extreme heat. Her blood and cells were being altered by the intense electromagnetic radiation, and even her Qi was about to turn into steam and dissipate.

This is the power of modern science. All that nonsense about metaphysics is worthless and utterly meaningless. Gods? What gods? Even if gods existed, they'd run faster than anyone else from this thing.

Of course, they can't escape either.

Unfortunately, this is not the real world. Or rather, it's not Zhuge Qing's real world.

It's obvious; in the real world, he couldn't possibly create nuclear fusion by hand—even He Songling, now an immortal, wouldn't dare do that. He could actually create it, but he'd be the first to die.

"Give it to me!"

Zhuge Qing pressed down with both hands, about to completely mold this ball of light into a terrifying bomb capable of destroying everything.

Zhang Lingyu had no ability to resist this; none of the techniques he knew could withstand it, so he could only close his eyes and await his death.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

Zhang Lingyu waited a while, but instead of dying, she felt the surrounding temperature had decreased. Opening her eyes, she saw that the ball of light in Zhuge Qing's hand was shrinking. The temperature was also receding; most of the heat around Zhang Lingyu—or rather, around Zhuge Qing—was starting to dissipate. Conversely, the temperature in Zhuge Qing's palm was rising rapidly, almost approaching the temperature of a nuclear explosion.

Of course, this is all an illusion. If it were a nuclear explosion at such a close distance, Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu would have been vaporized long ago.

"No, it can't be, it shouldn't be like this." The ball of light in Zhuge Qing's hand became more and more violent. Zhuge Qing used almost all his strength to control it, but he could only slightly delay its violent process.

The result of trying to suppress the ball of light with all one's might is that Zhuge Qing's Qimen formation, which seemed to almost cover the entire universe, is getting smaller and smaller, and even beginning to collapse.

"Don't you understand yet, Zhuge Qing?" At this point, even a sorcerer who understands Qimen Dunjia wouldn't need to look at it; even Zhang Lingyu, a complete novice, could understand it.

"Your abilities are simply insufficient to control this power. You don't possess the kind of power you imagine yourself to have. This is merely an illusion created by the space that Elder He created for you. You are not that powerful at all."

"Impossible! Bullshit, you're talking nonsense!"

Zhuge Qing screamed hysterically, "What do you know? You know nothing! Zhang Lingyu, you're just an outsider to the art of sorcery, how dare you comment on my array formation abilities? We sorcerers, especially those from the Zhuge family, have undergone the most rigorous training since childhood. We can resist the temptations within our inner world with absolute certainty and completely distinguish between truth and falsehood!"

“Uh…” Zhang Lingyu didn’t understand what was wrong with Zhuge Qing. Why did he seem like Wang Ai’s great-grandson who was like Wang Bing? He would break down at the slightest dissatisfaction and then become impotently furious, turning into a brat.

Zhang Lingyu had known Zhuge Qing for some time. During the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, at a bonfire party with a few other young people, he had a detailed conversation with Zhuge Qing and could clearly sense that Zhuge Qing was not that kind of person.

So, where did things go wrong?
"Of course it's because he's not firm enough in his heart!" The question itself pulled Zhang Lingyu's girlfriend over.

"Senior He." This wasn't Zhang Lingyu's first time entering He Songling's Time Chamber. He knew that this place was entirely He Songling's world, so he began to be extremely respectful.

"You, you're so boring, you know? I just don't know what Zhang Zhiwei saw in you." He Songling grabbed Xia He's hand and shoved it into Zhang Lingyu's arms. "Here, your girlfriend is back. Now you can relax, you don't have to worry about being cuckolded all the time."

"Huh?" Zhang Lingyu looked at Xia He with a bewildered expression, the afterglow of his "Zhang Daoling Contemplation" still lingering.

Because it was within He Songling's space, it could even be said that it was almost completely not dispersed. It was simply that the Daoist aura of the First Celestial Master had dissipated from his mind, spreading out of his head and enveloping his skull.

So after just a quick glance, I could tell that Xia He was different.

"You... don't seem as charming anymore?"

?

Xia He slowly typed a question mark, then her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. She gritted her teeth, spitting out each word through the gaps: "What did you say?!"

She pounced on him, leaping onto Zhang Lingyu and wrapping herself around him with her arms and legs, tearing at his white hair.

(End of this chapter)