Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 888: Go out and beat up Wang Ye, and you'll feel much better.
"what……"

Zhuge Qing felt that not two years had passed, but two hundred years, no, perhaps even longer.

In fact, He Songling only needed a few thoughts to create a new Qimen formation. As the old saying goes, no secret can be kept from any extraordinary person's methods; it's all about imagination.

The problem is that Zhuge Qing's imagination is somewhat lacking.

It's not that he lacks imagination; it's more that young people haven't reached that level yet, so they can't think about what they want or what they want for the future.

Thus, even though He Songling had already built 95% of the framework, the remaining 5% still required him to observe Zhuge Qing's changes and strengths while continuously learning from him, and then adjust his focus accordingly.

This process alone lasted eight months.

During those eight months, Zhuge Qing was tortured by He Songling to the point that he was no longer recognizable as a human.

It wasn't just about physical suffering and beatings; if that were all, Zhuge Qing was confident he could endure it. After all, no matter how strong He Songling was, his physical strength was limited. Zhuge Qing, on the other hand, had received comprehensive training in the Wuhou School tradition from a young age and was confident that his mental endurance could exceed the limits of his physical collapse.

In other words, even if he was tortured to the point of physical collapse, he could still withstand it mentally.

The problem is that He Songling directly attacked his spirit.

Simple sarcasm and trash talk are child's play. He often does some unbelievable things to make himself do them, or when he is on the verge of mental tension, he pretends to relax, and then digs a deeper and bigger pit.

Over time, this led to Zhuge Qing suffering from neurasthenia.

Even when eating, drinking, defecating, or urinating, one has to be wary of He Songling suddenly appearing and splashing their excrement all over their face. This isn't the first or second time He Songling has done this.

The most inhuman thing is that not only did He Songling torture himself to the point of mental breakdown, but he also took advantage of the fact that this place was his own world and repeatedly reconnected his broken nerves before starting a new round of torture.

Zhuge Qing felt as if he had fallen into an inescapable hell, repeating the painful process again and again.

Finally, in the eighth month, He Songling realized that he could no longer extract any other useful information from him, so he created a new Qimen Formation, a technique created by immortals.

Then Zhuge Qing made He Songling study for another year and four months.

Given its complexity and Zhuge Qing's strength and talent, this Qimen technique would normally take at least one year and ten months to complete, rather than one year and four months.

He Songling had originally planned it this way. He believed that he could create a Qimen formation at the level of an ordinary person in an instant, so he ignored the time involved and even saved two months to show off his wisdom and prowess as a deity.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Qing was really slow to grasp things, wasting eight months just on the path of "creating merit".

That means we can only reduce Zhuge Qing's study time.

He Songling could certainly adjust the flow of time, but the problem was, where would he put his divine reputation?
So of course, they had no choice but to force-feed Zhuge Qing the knowledge, and finally he learned it.

"Old Master He, why don't you just kill me?" Zhuge Qing lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. Even now, he couldn't be sure if he had really escaped from that hell. "That's fine too." He Songling waved his hand, and an invisible force smashed Zhuge Qing to pieces, shattering him into countless particles that dissipated into the world.

Then, a new upheaval occurred, and they regrouped.

This wasn't a fake death; Zhuge Qing was genuinely killed and then resurrected. This is He Songling's world, where he can rule over everything.

Zhuge Qing died, and his spirit and energy were scattered in his own world. He Songling could easily gather them back together.

Of course, the world of "Under One Person" has its limits. Even if you become a god and create your own world, you can't resurrect someone who has been dead for countless years by pulling them out of the river of time, just like in high-fantasy martial arts stories.

The prerequisite for resurrecting a person is that the person's "spirit" has not dissipated. If it has completely dissipated, even if He Songling could reassemble the person's physical body, he would not be able to resurrect that person.

In short, Zhuge Qing has now been resurrected, and his physical fatigue has been completely reset. However, because his "spirit" is still the same "spirit," although his "essence" and "qi" have been reset, Zhuge Qing still feels very tired.

"Is there really no other way?" Zhuge Qing still felt like he wanted to die.

"Of course it's gone, but on the bright side, although you suffered, you improved your strength!" He Songling clapped his hands and said, "How about this, you go out and beat up Wang Ye later, wouldn't that make you feel much better?"

"Beat up Wang Ye?" Zhuge Qing's eyes lit up: "Sure, where are we going to find him?"

"He's in the club, talking business with Jin Yuanyuan."

"Huh? What club? Jin Yuanyuan, that sounds so familiar?" It's no wonder Zhuge Qing lost his memory; after two years of inhuman torture, anyone who came here would lose their memory.

"Well... hey, they're out."

He Songling looked to the side and saw Zhang Lingyu and Xia He appear before them, their clothes disheveled.

"You two..." Zhuge Qing seemed to have seen something interesting. "Chiyu, congratulations, have you had a baby yet?"

"What are you talking about, having children!" Zhang Lingyu blushed deeply. "We're... how could we possibly have children!"

"Oh, he's finally willing to admit it!" He Songling was overjoyed. Now he was sure to extort a large sum of money from Zhang Zhiwei. He had no qualms about extorting money from Zhang Zhiwei. Back then, I led you Longhu Mountain to prosperity, and now that I'm broke, you have to give me some, right?
"Of course, two days, almost non-stop." Xia He puffed out her chest, beaming with pride. Before she went in, He Songling had given her some authority, allowing her to be all-powerful in the private space he had set up for the two of them. She easily subdued Zhang Lingyu, leaving him no chance to resist.

"If I still can't control him after two whole days, then I shouldn't be called Xia He."

"Great job, that's what you do." He Songling clapped his hands. "It's a deal, you'll give me 80% of the dowry the Heavenly Master gives us."

"No problem!" Xia He blinked and pinched Zhang Lingyu's cheek.

Seeing the two of them using him as a bargaining chip, Zhang Lingyu felt a surge of anger, but Xia He's pinch made him shy. This combination, along with his naturally fair skin and long, snow-white hair, made his face appear even more radiant, as if it were about to bleed.

(End of this chapter)