Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 895 Ma Xianhong's Furnace
Ma Xianhong was a bit confused.

He originally thought he should be the one to take the initiative, helping those who were in trouble recently, as well as those who were expelled from the sect, to show his strength while doing good deeds.

Finally, by appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them, they were persuaded to join their new Jie Sect, Biyou Village, in a natural and reasonable manner.

Ma Xianhong knew that these people came from extraordinary backgrounds, but now they no longer had any background. Their official websites had already issued announcements to the world. Not only the world of supernatural beings, but even the secular world could find out if they wanted to investigate that the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Wudang Sect had expelled two Taoist priests, and the Wuhou Sect had expelled one member.

Ma Xianhong couldn't imagine any possibility of failing to recruit them.

But the current situation was a bit hard for him to understand. Although he hadn't said anything yet, the atmosphere that was completely out of his control still made him feel uncertain.

Especially the flower-shaped dolls. Ma Xianhong could only use them to collect simple information, but this person named Ling Songhe just said a sentence and made him feel as if he were in a hotel room where several people were playing cards.

"The cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is indeed extraordinary. I have witnessed that words can be followed by laws, and even my Divine Hundred Refinements can be improved."

Now that things have come to this, Ma Xianhong could only speak through Ru Hua's body, "Ling Songhe, the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, yet you received nothing. I feel indignant on your behalf. If you're willing, you can come to me. I have the Divine Refinement of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, which I will pass on to you."

“Okay, go ahead.” He Songling nodded, then looked at the people around him, “Ask them as well.”

"Go ahead." Zhuge Qing was the most cunning of them all. "Give me a copy of the Divine Strategies Hundred Refinements later."

“No problem.” Ma Xianhong thought Zhuge Qing was trying to give him a hard time, so he readily agreed. He Songling couldn’t help but shake his head. Ma Xianhong was indeed an honest boy. He didn’t see the Eight Extraordinary Skills as something that needed to be hidden. He only hoped to build a world of great harmony.

Unfortunately, these are all illusions.

Qu Tong had messed up his brain, creating a false impression. She made Ma Xianhong believe that this was his ideal, and even took advantage of the unavoidable "amnesia."

She told Ma Xianhong that as long as the Body Refinement Furnace could be completely refined, he would be able to use it to regain his original perfect body, his lost memories, and the whereabouts of his family.

To be fair, Qu Tong is indeed a very cunning person, and her plans are almost flawless. Even Zhou Sheng, who is stronger than her, was able to be driven away by her words.

However, He Songling didn't care about that.

He has never considered himself a member of this world, and now he is about to ascend and leave. As long as he wants to do something, confined to the realm of the supernatural, nothing can stop him.

"This person really is just as you described." Zhuge Qing sighed upon seeing Ma Xianhong's reaction, "He's so simple-minded."

"It's not his fault, someone just messed up his brain. Old Ma is a pitiful man."

He Songling was actually quite emotional. Throughout Ma Xianhong's life, until his death, he never knew what Ma Xianhong's true personality was like, nor what his true memories were like. His ideals, beliefs, memories, and even his appearance were all altered by Qu Tong using her double-handed methods.

The entire Ma family had already perished at the hands of Qu Tong and her accomplices. Ma Xianhong, meanwhile, was forced to work for his enemies, supplying them with thugs. Ultimately, he was killed by the very thugs created by the furnace he himself had forged. How tragic.

"Old Ma, don't worry, you're a true Silverwing man, and we're not going to do anything wrong." He Songling patted Ru Hua's shoulder. Far away in Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong was horrified to find that it seemed as if a hand had really landed on him; the temperature and the air currents it generated felt so real.

"What is this?" Ma Xianhong was somewhat shocked. This was even more terrifying than when he sent Ruhua to break into his room in the middle of the night. But He Songling's next words stirred up even more waves of shock in his heart.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to find your whole family's whereabouts and your memories. Okay?"

"What did you say?!" Ma Xianhong, who had already been startled to his feet by He Songling, took two more steps forward and left the room.

How do you know who you really are?

"Xianhong, what's wrong?" A deep, hoarse female voice drifted over from afar.

"Sister, there is..." Ma Xianhong had only uttered a few words when he realized his voice couldn't travel. As for how he discovered it? His words actually condensed into physical characters, shooting out from his mouth and circling around him in the sky.

“If you want everyone to know, then keep shouting.” He Songling’s voice sounded closer to him than Qu Tong, whom Ma Xianhong called “sister.”

"Fine, I'll just be blunt with you. Your whole family, starting from your grandfather, was killed by Qu Tong."

"Impossible!" Ma Xianhong was already shocked by He Songling's methods, and then he was suddenly stunned by the truth he had been searching for. If it were someone else, such as Wang Ye or Zhuge Qing, they certainly wouldn't be like this, but Ma Xianhong's mind had already been messed up by Qu Tong, so he naturally fell into confusion.

Far away in Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong felt a constant, high-frequency buzzing in his mind, like a sharp drill bit drilling into his brain.

"what!"

Ma Xianhong clutched his head and roared in pain.

"Aren't you going to ruin him by doing this?" To Ma Xianhong's surprise, Ru Hua, who was far away in Beijing, had a projector pop out of her body and was broadcasting the scene on his side in real time.

Xia He watched as He Songling, with just a few words, transformed Ma Xianhong, a mysterious figure, from a boss resembling a "mastermind" into a victimized novice. Her heart pounded, and she thought to herself, "Well, this old immortal is no less capable than our Quanxing."

"He's already been ruined by Qu Tong, so what's the big deal? There's the Body Refining Furnace, isn't there?" He Songling didn't care at all. With a wave of his hand, the live stream screen switched to a small window, which showed the huge bronze furnace that looked like an old-fashioned steam engine.

"It looks like a giant steamer." He Songling suddenly remembered something. When Voldemort was resurrected, it seemed that there was a giant pot in front of him, and Peter Pettigrew put ingredients into it one by one like putting ingredients into a hot pot. Finally, a complete monster without a nose emerged.

It now appears that the East and West share similar views on devices for modifying body structure.

(End of this chapter)