Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 939 Demonic Way
"I said, what did I say?"

Zhao Guizhen, a cultivator from Yemao Mountain, thought he had gotten away with it this time, but He Songling's criticism was directed at him directly.

Is this correct? Does it mean I've already been discovered?

No, that shouldn't be the case. Even that fool Ma Xianhong didn't notice him, so even if this Ling guy got news of Ma Xianhong, he should claim to be a proper Taoist priest.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, your name is the same as an old friend of mine. We were very close back then, and he helped me a lot."

He Songling remembered Li Muxuan's elder brother. He had changed his name to Li Guizhen, just like Li Muxuan, both of whom were close to the Taoist sect. Today, his name actually matched that of Zhao Guizhen, the fake Taoist priest from the Wild Maoshan Mountain.

"Since you're like this, I'll spare your life just because of your name. Now, confess your crimes, and I'll have Old Xiao give you a quick death, okay?"

"What are you talking about? I have no idea. I'm just a wandering Taoist priest. Is that illegal?"

I fucking admit I fired too?
Zhao Guizhen's current mood is exactly the same as Li Ronghao's, the undercover agent. Since admitting it or not will lead to certain death, he will definitely stick to his guns and deny it. Zhao Guizhen is also somewhat confident that as long as the other party has no evidence, his appearance alone will give him credibility in a confrontation.

His confidence wasn't unfounded. Zhao Guizhen wasn't the typical pretty boy or young heartthrob, but rather the kind of handsome man according to traditional aesthetics. With a long, flowing beard, a topknot, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, he was indeed quite good-looking.

Unfortunately, he was facing someone who was not a normal person at all.

"You won't admit it, huh? Fine, then I'll help you."

Zhao Guizhen felt that the moment He Songling finished speaking, his body no longer belonged to him.

He began to move with incredible ease, walking to the center of the field. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper palate, gathered a wisp of primordial energy from his dantian, and shouted loudly, making sure the entire Biyou Village could hear him clearly.

"All eyes are on me, I have something to announce!"

The crowd's eyes twitched as they watched. Why was this honest Taoist priest being tormented by you, you dog god?
Unexpectedly, when many people came out to watch the spectacle, under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Songling did not stop Zhao Guizhen from announcing that he was a fool, but instead slowly began to take off his clothes.

"Hey!"

"oi!"

"No, son!"

The crowd began to try to stop this inappropriate scene from happening to children.

Although Biyou Village is not a real village, it doesn't mean there are no children. Isn't Liu Wu Kui a child?

"I'll say it again, I'm an adult! I'm just short!" The child jumped up and down, shouting, "Get out of the way! You're blocking my view of Master Zhao's amazing performance!"

However, when Liu Wu Kui finally felt the pressure lessen and could see Zhao Guizhen's body in the center of the arena through the crowd, he realized that there really was no scene unsuitable for children.

Zhao Guizhen, who was in the middle of the scene, was simply shirtless, pointing at the several strange, eye-like things on his body and laughing loudly.

"That's right, it's me. That silly boy Ma Xianhong, he believes everything I say. Actually, I'm just a damn Maoshan Shangqing Taoist priest. Does that kind of garbage place even deserve to accommodate me? I'd be ashamed to have been a monk there! And to tell you the truth, I've gone to the Wild Maoshan!" Zhao Guizhen proudly pointed his thumb inward at himself, making the classic Dragon Ball gesture of being defeated.

"Do you know what this is called? This is called Seven Fiends Gathering in My Body! I've refined the flesh and blood of seven male infants and fused them into my body. What talisman from the Maoshan Sect can stop me?"

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, everyone clicked their tongues in disbelief.

Those present were all well-informed and had some understanding of the cultivation schools of Yemaoshan. People like Bi Yuan knew what "Seven Fiends Gathering" meant as soon as they heard it, and even a child like Liu Wu Kui, who didn't understand, realized how evil this technique was after Zhao Guizhen's "own" explanation.

“Master, you’re even taking in this kind of stuff?” Even Ma Xianhong’s loyal follower, Chou Rang, couldn’t help but say, “If you make him one of the Twelve Superior Talents, people will think that all the Twelve Superior Talents of Biyou Village are such evil elements.”

Ma Xianhong's face twitched again. Ever since He Songling came to Biyou Village, he had discovered that this place was completely different from what he had imagined. Despite having built this place himself, his understanding of the village seemed to be far less than that of outsiders.

Not only is he inferior to He Songling, but he also knows more about Na Du Tong, Yao Xing She, temporary workers, and Qu Tong than any outsider.

I feel like I'm just a stupid donkey being used.

Oh, there's no "seems like".

Old Ma couldn't bear to watch. He closed his eyes and said, "Whatever, whatever."

He Songling did it on purpose; he only controlled Zhao Guizhen's physical body, but not his mind.

He watched helplessly as he undressed and revealed his past experiences, his heart filled with unbearable horror. But no matter how horrified he was, it was useless; he was clearly doomed to die.

The demonic cultivator desperately tried to break free of the restraints by channeling his Qi, but if he could break free from the restraints of a deity, what kind of deity would He Songling be? He might as well just die. After all, he couldn't even defeat Xiao Zizai; this kind of trash couldn't even break free from Wang Yaozu's Reversal of Eight Directions.

However, Zhao Guizhen was indeed a ruthless person who had chosen the path of evil cultivation. Thinking that he would die anyway, a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

So what if it's death? What the hell are you afraid of? When I chose this path, I thought about dying.

"Look, this is what you call being shameless when given a chance."

He Songling read Zhao Guizhen's thoughts and forced himself to slap himself. "Old Zhao, did you think I was joking with you just now? I just said that if you wanted a quick death, you had to confess your crimes, and I would consider it a confession. But now, since I interrogated you, there's no room for leniency."

What's the meaning!
Upon hearing this, Zhao Guizhen suddenly felt a sense of panic. He had no idea what this person, who was beyond his comprehension, was capable of. Unfortunately, he was unable to utter a single word, as every muscle in his body was precisely controlled by He Songling.

However, it didn't really prevent He Songling from communicating with him, since immortals can read minds.

"I just promised," He Songling shouted, "Old Xiao, it's time to eat."

"Then I thank you very much." Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, his pupils now completely blood red.

(End of this chapter)