Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 936 Old Ma, make me a denture.

"Old Ma, what a good man!"

Undeniably, Ma Xianhong possesses a unique charisma; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to build such a large organization that is universally condemned by the rules.

But there was nothing he could do; the situation was beyond his control. Besides, founding Biyou Village wasn't his original intention. He might have hoped that everyone could become extraordinary individuals on an equal footing and discuss cultivation, but without having their thought processes altered, he would never do something so reckless.

Fu Rong, who was standing next to her, was also saying goodbye to her best friend Liu Wu Kui.

"Waaaaah, Sister Rong, I don't want to leave you. Will I ever see you again?" Liu Wu Kui cried so miserably while hugging Fu Rong.

"Stop crying, your brother-in-law Rong will contribute two million." Xia He, that vixen, ran over to join in the fun, and immediately started scattering Zhuge Qing's money like waste paper.

"Really?!" Liu Wu Kui's eyes lit up instantly. He desperately pushed Fu Rong toward Zhuge Qing, while his other hand rubbed his fingers together, clearly indicating that he wanted money.

"Old Xia, you son of a bitch..." Zhuge Qing felt like he had walked into a wolf's den. It was bad enough that the old immortal was so unreliable, but the people traveling with him were hardly any decent people either.

"That's right. Although we're both Rong's husbands, I assure you, Lao Qing would never be like some of those Ghost Valley Sword Saints who left your sister Rong in a vegetative state for ten or twenty years."

He Songling chimed in from the side, then turned to Wang Ye and asked, "Old Wang, you really don't want a wife? You don't like a mature woman like Feng Shayan, but do you like a cute little girl like Liu Wukui?"

"Hey Lao Ling, are you trying to find us a mate while you're busy breeding pigs?" Wang Ye said with a black line on his forehead. "I'm a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen School, and although Wudang doesn't care about these things, it's not strange that I'll never get married, is it? My family isn't short of descendants."

"Alright, these young people these days really don't know how lucky they are. If I were eighty or ninety years younger, tsk."

He Songling didn't dare to say much. Without his third eye open, he didn't know when his wife would come to kill him.

"In that case... Lao Bi, why are you looking at me like that?"

He Songling glanced around and noticed that Bi Yuan was staring at him.

“I know you old rascal like to hang out with extraordinary people. You don’t seek high-ranking officials or nobles, you just want an outstanding person who helped an old man on the road.”

Bi Yuan was Ding Shian's mentor, the new acting leader of Quanxing, Gong Qing's mentor, and also had some connection with Ma Xianhong. He also had some connections with others, but none of them had accomplished as much as these three. However, they were all considered pillars of the supernatural community.

He Songling didn't care what secrets he harbored, but as long as he didn't cause trouble, he'd just pretend they didn't exist. Bi Yuan's current demeanor was like Slughorn from Harry Potter, enjoying recruiting talented and promising young people and taking pride in being their mentor.

Unfortunately, he also wanted to be that kind of person, which is why he gathered a group of young people. When war breaks out with All-Knowing, he can send these young men to quell All-Knowing's counterattack, while he sits back and waits for All-Knowing to beg for peace. How prestigious would that be!

Rivals are enemies, and no matter what secrets Bi Yuan might be hiding, he couldn't possibly have more or be stronger than this immortal. It was precisely because of this that He Songling decided to let Bi Yuan go; otherwise, he would have given him a taste of what happened to Wang Yaozu or Li Muxuan back then.

"We're in the same line of work, friends. Considering you're not exactly a big shot, I'll let you off the hook. Just let them take you to Do-Tong and make sure you cause some trouble."

He Songling patted the old man on the shoulder. Although he demanded that Na Du Tong not use torture, illegally detain, or restrict freedom, it would be acceptable if these people from Biyou Village voluntarily stayed at the company after they arrived.

Bi Yuan was just right; he liked to associate with capable people, and He Songling needed him to do some minor but significant things at Everywhere, without necessarily achieving anything significant—just causing trouble for Zhao Fangxu and the board members was enough. The two were a perfect match. Bi Yuan had fun, and He Songling had fun too.

Bi Yuan was a shrewd old fox. He met He Songling's gaze, nodded immediately, and the two of them revealed wicked smiles.

"Hey Hey……"

“Hee, hee, hee…”

"Alright, congratulations to you both." He Songling and Bi Yuan bowed to each other, and the two old silver-coin enthusiasts finalized their cooperation.

"Guo Liang, hello." He Songling then walked up to another person with superior innate talent. This person was one of the earliest followers of Ma Xianhong, and as mentioned before, he knew about Ma Xianhong's changes over a long period of time.

Previously, everything was fine in Biyou Village, but now everyone is going to be arrested and taken to various places for investigation. Qu Tong was afraid that something would be discovered, so she kidnapped him in advance to kill him and cover it up.

However, because He Songling arrived early this time, and also because he teleported directly over, catching Qu Tong off guard, Qu Tong didn't have time to make a move.

When He Songling arrives, the Yaoxing Society gang won't be enough to kill Ma Xianhong, who has regained his memory and sanity. Although He Songling forbids him from directly seeking revenge on Qu Tong now, killing a few of Qu Tong's Yaoxing Society subordinates can be considered collecting some interest—back then, Qu Tong didn't kidnap his entire family by himself.

"Yes, it's me."

Guo Liang was a little flustered. Among the twelve top talents, eleven of them had their own unique skills or hidden secrets, and they could all be considered extraordinary people. Only he had managed to get a leadership position in Biyou Village simply because he had worked for the boss for a long time.

It's not that he lacks ability, but his ability is relatively weak, and he is clearly not worthy of being a being of the twelfth level of superior talent.

So he was always quite nervous. Others might be valuable and able to survive, but he didn't know what awaited him.

"Old Ma, forge a weapon for me, anything will do, as long as it's protective, like... a denture. Old Qing, Old Wang, you two make a talisman using the denture Old Ma forged, and Old Feng, connect a spatial portal for me."

He Songling turned around and greeted him.

"Let's do it." Although they didn't know what He Songling was planning, the group of young people who had followed him for a long time were used to his style, so they just did it.

Only Ma Xianhong remained in a daze.

"what?"

He has crafted many magical artifacts, from tiny rings and ruyi scepters to large mechanical puppets that can move on their own, and even cultivation furnaces that can turn ordinary people into superhumans.

This was the only request he had never considered.

False teeth? What are those? Can this thing be used as a magical artifact? Isn't that an insult to my family's Divine Refinement?
(End of this chapter)