Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 915 Feng Shayan: Wang Ye, your father is wise in disguise, my father is truly brain-damaged.
"hiss……"

The other seven people in the room all gasped in shock.

No wonder they lack depth; it's like they're trying to "mend the sky"!

This is something that only Nuwa, the legendary creator of humankind, could accomplish.

The Supreme Being created the heavens, and Nuwa mended the sky. These are realms beyond the reach of ordinary deities.

Let alone a few young people, let alone Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders, even if there were truly immortals, he would have to admire them.

"Wow, amazing! Clapping clap clap clap." The immortal clapped insincerely from the side, even mimicking the sounds with his mouth.

The reason is simple: this "mending the sky" is just a metaphor, just like the highest achievement of the Five Thunder Technique, "Heavenly Court," the cultivation of the five internal organs, "Sun Wukong" and "Zhu Bajie," the "Samadhi True Fire" of the Wuhou School, the "divine descent" of the divine mask, and the "Yamata no Orochi" of the Dongying ninja.

The use of legendary gods, demons, or magical arts to represent the path and realm of cultivation is merely an abstract description.

He Songling's "Opening the Heavens" is true creation, while Wang Zizhong's "Mending the Heavens" cannot mend the heavens.

Of course, it is indeed at a very high level.

It might even be higher than the Qi Source Flow.

After all, no matter how impressive the term "the ultimate skill" sounds, it can't compare to "mending the sky."

If Zhang Lingyu or Zhang Zhiwei were to one day truly cultivate to the highest level of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, the "Heavenly Court," and if any problems arose in the operation of this "Heavenly Court," Wang Zizhong would certainly be able to fix them.

Even if He Songling took Wang Zizhong into the Time Chamber, truly tearing a small hole in his own "world," Wang Zizhong might actually be able to mend it if he tried his best.

But let's forget about patching up the sky.

To put it simply, they have the ability to heal even gods. In mythology, they would be considered "healing immortals," comparable to the legendary physicians "Qi Bo" and "Yu Fu," who would be personally summoned by the Jade Emperor to treat illnesses in the Lingxiao Palace.

The immortals are legitimate immortals, but they are still somewhat inferior to the Four Celestial Masters like Zhang Daoling.

But it's not bad. Many outstanding people dream of becoming even a celestial soldier, spending their entire lives cultivating themselves.

Right, Lao Zuo?

He Songling inwardly mocked his master, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Wang Zizhong can also be considered his student. He has taught many people, but so far only Wang Zizhong has been able to truly forge his own path to immortality.

"Hmm, life, death, qi, and formation, it really does have all four."

He Songling never expected that the name he casually made up back then would actually come true. Originally, "Double-Handed" referred to "both life and death," so what was his "Four-Handed"? Purely malicious sarcasm. Considering Wang Zizhong's skills now, it was somewhat disrespectful.

“When I said your method was called the Four-in-One Hand before, it was purely out of malice to make a fool of you, and it shouldn’t be taken seriously. Since you have this ability, this medical technique can revive the dead, heal flesh and bone, treat the yang by day and explore the yin by night, heal the earth below and mend the sky above, it can be called the ‘All-in-One Hand’ or the ‘Heaven-Mending Hand’, whichever you prefer.”

Even someone like He Songling, faced with Wang Zizhong's genuine enthusiasm, sincerity, and talent, had to give a formal evaluation of his achievements.

"Thank you for bestowing this name upon me, Master." Wang Zizhong wiped his forehead. Over the years, in his medical practice and apprenticeship, he had never revealed his real name or skill name, precisely to avoid embarrassment. Now, not only did he have to reveal it, but he had to do it openly and ostentatiously. Wang Zizhong wasn't obsessed with fame and fortune, but he wasn't indifferent to them either. He had lofty ambitions; since he possessed such skills, he wanted the world to know that he, Wang Zizhong, was a master physician with a skill that transcended the heavens.

But indeed, should it be called the "Perfect Hand" or the "Heaven-Mending Hand"?

Wang Zizhong suddenly realized that he also had a bit of decision-making difficulties.

For a moment, I couldn't even eat.

Until Feng Zhenghao next to him nudged him with his elbow.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang?"

"Huh? Oh, Xiao Feng, what are you doing?" Wang Zizhong casually slapped Feng Zhenghao on the forehead, and he suddenly felt as if his brain had been purified.

"What...what was I doing again?"

Feng Zhenghao had no idea that Wang Zizhong was telling him to stop bothering him.

However, Wang Zizhong's hands were limited after all. Feng Shayan pulled Feng Zhenghao away, and Feng Zhenghao shook his head slightly before remembering what he wanted to say.

"Mr. Wang, do you know this Mr. Ling?"

"Xiao Feng, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're not exactly young anymore, you're only in your fifties, yet you look like you're seventy or eighty. Besides, you're so experienced, even if you were a hundred like me, you wouldn't have dementia, would you?"

Wang Zizhong reached out and pulled out his phone, handing it to Feng Zhenghao: "You have to keep up with the times. Smartphones are so convenient. Learn how to use them. If you don't know anything, just look it up online, okay?"

Wang Zizhong shoved his phone under Feng Zhenghao's nose, then let go, and began to agonize over what to call this technique.

Feng Zhenghao's brain had just been cleared up by Wang Zizhong. The old man's skills were no less than Nangong Wenya's. He was still confused and almost smashed his phone on the table. It was Feng Shayan who opened the spatial portal and retrieved it.

He Songling laughed from the side, "President Feng, look how capable your daughter is. Why don't you teach her how to command spirits and generals? She can take over the Tianxia Group in the future. As for Xing Tong, she can focus on doing scientific research at the university."

"Ah, ah, I..." Feng Zhenghao finally realized what was happening, but his reaction was so slow that Wang Zizhong patted him, reducing him to a state of utter stupidity. He stood there blankly like a college student, not knowing what to say.

"This guy seems to be getting a little senile..." The four young people next to him, who were already showing signs of being led astray by He Songling, exchanged glances and chatted in their WeChat group, "...why does he seem to be getting a little bit senile..."

Wang Ye: "That's right, I think he's similar to my dad..."

"Your dad is wise in disguise. My dad is truly brain-dead." Feng Shayan opened a portal in front of her to spy on her four grandsons chatting on their phones. Then she saw the four of them cricketing about their father, so she decisively joined in, even using more intense language. She truly deserves to be a representative of filial piety.

Feng Zhenghao was actually a bit wronged. He was undoubtedly smart enough to build such a large company, and his skills were also quite profound. Unfortunately, Wang Zizhong was his old friend despite the age difference, and he had never used this trick on him in all these years. This made Feng Zhenghao lose his guard and really think that Wang Zizhong could only cure diseases, thus losing his advantage due to carelessness.

"Hey, President Feng, have you thought it through? If you don't want to pass it on to her, I will," He Songling asked across the table.

Feng Shayan's eyes lit up: "Really? There's such a good thing? Then I'll leave the Feng family and follow you!"

(End of this chapter)