Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 930 Alien Technology, Kid!
"You are... Ma Xianhong?"

Ma Xianhong was easy to recognize; his company had already sent all his information to the temporary workers before they arrived.

“It’s me.” Ma Xianhong nodded. Unlike He Songling, who was full of riddles, he went straight to the point: “Go back. I’ve already smashed the cultivation furnace. If you’re worried, you can go over and take a picture.”

?

Several temporary workers simultaneously displayed a question mark above their heads.

It shouldn't be.

According to their information, this rural tech geek is not only an open-minded, world-loving, and ambitious person, but also a very obsessive one, especially when it comes to his stove, which seems to have a special purpose. Everything he does is to improve his stove.

Even the so-called "new cuts" were a side effect.

Zhang Chulan knew more, having met He Songling before. He knew that the cultivation furnace was still two sorcerers needed to activate the array before it was "completely finished" in Ma Xianhong's mind, which was why Ma Xianhong had once tried to find Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing.

He treasured this thing like it was his lifeblood, so how did he manage to smash it himself?
“Come with me, Ling Songhe is now forcing you to choose sides.” Ma Xianhong turned and left.

Zhang Chulan also turned and left.

They ran so fast, pulling Feng Baobao along. They even activated their Thunder Magic, moving like a bolt of lightning. They were already quite far away when their afterimages slowly disappeared from the spot.

The others weren't less cunning than Zhang Chulan, especially Wang Zhenqiu, whose cunning was no less than Zhang Chulan's. But they had one problem: they hadn't met He Songling and didn't know his personality or what he wanted to do, so they were a step behind.

When they realized Zhang Chulan had run away and tried to run away themselves, they found that the space had been restricted.

"not good!"

Someone shouted, and the temporary workers began to use their various methods.

But it's of no use.

Among this group, Gao Yushan, who is paralyzed from the waist down below the eyebrows, goes without saying; Hei Guan'er is a body cultivator; Xiao Zizai is from Shaolin; and Lao Meng needs to control living beings to be effective. There are no good solutions for combining formations and spatial abilities.

That leaves only Wang Zhenqiu.

"Damn it, if we don't make a move, we're all going to die here!" Black Pipe hissed. Neither the Black Pipe Launcher on his arm nor his own martial arts skills had any effect on this strange spatial folding array.

"彳庍口巴."

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Zhenqiu produced a strange jelly, which then flashed with light and teleported the group outside the formation.

"What's that?" Zhuge Qing squinted at Wang Zhenqiu. It was a strange feeling; he thought he had encountered enough outrageous things since he had fully entered the world of supernatural beings.

At the beginning of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Wang Ye could freely manipulate the four plates, which violated his long-held fundamental worldview. It was later discovered that Wang Ye's anti-fundamental setting was even an incorrect training method; the correct training method could produce seventy-two transformations.

After he met the immortals and learned the immortals' secret formations, Feng Hou Qi Men was nothing special. There were also situations where the formations were out of control, such as when Zhang Lingyu activated the special ability of the Tongtian Lu, and when Feng Shayan, after being trained by He Songling, cut through space.

Ultimately, those were all actions that could counteract or break through his own formation. But Wang Zhenqiu's actions were different. In his perception, everything seemed normal, everything conformed to the operating rules, yet Wang Zhenqiu, who shouldn't have gone out, led a group of temporary workers out. "I don't know, it's a very strange feeling." Feng Shayan, who was helping Zhuge Qing seal off the temporary workers, also shook her head.

"Alien technology, kid."

He Songling suddenly appeared in the scene, and with a single hand, he grabbed Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, who were planning to take advantage of Zhuge Qing and the others' shock to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Zhang Chulan is a reasonable person; he doesn't easily betray his teammates.

The temporary workers were all shrewd individuals, and within moments, they had already reached a tacit understanding.

They were used as targets, and Zhang Chulan unexpectedly led Feng Baobao back. There was no other way; Zhang Chulan had indeed gone ahead first, so the remaining people had to act as bait.

However, none of these methods are very effective in front of the old immortal.

"Wang Yiqiu, right? Your ability is quite interesting. I've never seen it before. I'll try to get to know you better later."

He Songling glanced at Wang Zhenqiu. After he became an immortal, no supernatural ability or superpower on Earth was a secret to him. However, Wang Zhenqiu's abilities came from outside Earth.

The saying "Invincible under heaven, yet enemies come from the sky" perfectly describes this situation.

Even He Songling was baffled, and even with his innate divine soul, he couldn't decipher it for the time being.

This greatly intrigued He Songling. He hadn't experienced this feeling since breaking through to the third level. Only at the second and first levels were there some techniques that he couldn't immediately understand or learn.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenqiu was startled. He, who always seemed indifferent to everything and always had a effeminate and perverted smile, became wary.

The senior management at Da'ai, at least Zhao Fangxu himself, knew about his time there, as did his direct supervisor, Hao Yi, the head of the Southwest region.

Wang Zhenqiu was adept at dealing with the supernatural beings behind the scenes; even knowing that his name was Wang Yiqiu and that he had dealt with aliens, he remained calm. When it came to great love, he was nothing more than that.

But if someone knew his background, was highly skilled, or even a deity, then he would feel a bit uneasy.

"Don't be nervous, I won't go to war with aliens, and it's the same with you." He Songling appeared behind Wang Zhenqiu at some point and patted him on the shoulder, startling him so much that he almost used his divine mask.

"So this is the Puling alien." Before He Songling knew it, the piece of jelly had appeared in his hand, and he began to poke it with his finger.

"You barbarian from a lowly planet, let me go!"

Although the jelly was immune to physical attacks, it couldn't even withstand Wang Zhenqiu's love massage, let alone He Songling's immortal energy. Immediately, he felt uncomfortable all over his body. A mix of strange sensations, such as soreness, numbness, pain, and itching, made him cry out.

"You're strange. You clearly possess a powerful force, but you can't unleash it?"

He Songling is no ordinary person; in fact, he can no longer be considered a fully "human" being. Some things that great philanthropic organizations have studied for thousands of years without finding are completely transparent to him.

Something's definitely wrong with this jelly.

(End of this chapter)