Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 950 Ma Xianhong, what are you, a physicist, learning about fighting?

"Zhuge Qing was specially trained, so it's normal that you can't beat him. But it's okay."

He Songling clapped his hands and pulled Ma Xianhong up. "You'll have yours too. I can't let you come with me for nothing. You've been following an immortal to cultivate, but you're still practicing what was passed down from your ancestors and what you gleaned from the ruins of that dog Zhang Boduan. Wouldn't that be a slap in my face?"

"Really?" Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up.

On the one hand, he had a deep-seated hatred, and on the other hand, he was very interested in crafting weapons and mechanisms. He would never mind improving his skills and strength.

"I also know immortal techniques?"

"No, that's not it." He Songling's words disappointed Ma Xianhong. The pinnacle of skills that humans can master is "extraordinary skill." This can even be said to be not entirely a mundane skill, but rather possessing a certain "divine" ability.

Zhang Boduan broke with established conventions to a certain extent, which is why the Eight Extraordinary Skills were called the way to chaos.

People and techniques vary in strength, which is positively correlated but not entirely the same. Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of Shu Han, and Zhang Zhiwei certainly surpassed Zhou Sheng and Lu Jin, but Wuhou Qimen and Jinguang Mantra, as separate "techniques," are still weaker than Feng Hou Qimen and weaker than the Nisheng technique improved by He Songling.

Perhaps the function of Qi Body Source Flow is to elevate the upper limit of "technique" on the basis of "technique". Of course, we will not discuss this point, because ten years have passed since He Songling's time travel, and no one except Zhang Huaiyi has clearly mastered Qi Body Source Flow.

In short, from the perspective of "technique," the Eight Extraordinary Skills have reached their pinnacle. Even if Ma Xianhong has the potential to become an immortal, before he achieves immortality, there won't be any purely mortal skill stronger than the Divine Hundred Refinements.

If he cannot obtain a method stronger than the Divine Hundred Refinements, then Ma Xianhong's desire to seek revenge against Qu Tong in the short term remains a pipe dream. He can only continue to rely on He Songling's protection, or continue to hide and accumulate strength on his own.

Whether he can successfully take revenge in the future is still unknown.

"You're so stupid! With all your skills, why do you have to get into a fight with a bunch of gangsters?"

Seeing the disappointment in Ma Xianhong's eyes, He Songling slapped him on the back of the head. "You've heard of Wang Zizhong, right? Even if you haven't heard of this medical student, you must have heard of Zhang Xuan, right?"

Zhang Xuan's achievements in the history of this world are no less than those of Wang Zizhong. Wang Zizhong integrated the traditional and modern aspects of East and West, ordinary people and extraordinary people, science and Qi cultivation, and scientific and mystical methods, and single-handedly established the medical foundation of Lao Zhong and propelled the world's medical progress to its peak.

For these achievements, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine and was hailed as "one of the greatest doctors in history," with many foreigners even believing that the "one of" should be removed.

Zhang Xuan was equally impressive. After completing his studies, he returned to Zhongshan University and Trinity College, leading the university to make progress in mechanical engineering and even electrical automation. He made outstanding contributions to materials and engineering and won the Nobel Prize in Physics in the last century.

It is rare for someone in the field of engineering to win an award. Generally, the physics prize is mostly awarded to people who conduct theoretical research, unless they are like Zhang Xuan, who have developed new materials, published papers, put them into mass production, and improved the mass production technology.

There was simply no reason not to award him the prize.

"Of course I know Zhang Lao!" Even though Ma Xianhong was controlled by Qu Tong and had been isolated from the world for a long time, he had still heard of Zhang Xuan when he was a child. Even Ma Xianhong's grandfather admitted on behalf of his father, Ma Ben, that their Ma family was far inferior to Zhang Xuan, and their methods were no match for Zhang Xuan's. Regardless of whether Ma Xianhong idolized Zhang Xuan or wanted to conquer Gao Feng since childhood, it was a name he couldn't avoid.

"Let's not talk about Zhang Xuan's strength. Do you think that if the Quanxing or anyone else were to attack him, would any member of this organization survive?"

"Ah, this..." Ma Xianhong felt like he had grasped something.

“Yes!” He Songling interrupted Ma Xianhong’s attempt to figure things out on his own and directly told him the answer.

"With all your abilities, why are you just hanging around in this small circle of supernatural beings? You should serve your country, my friend, and contribute to the construction of our motherland. That's what a good young person of the new era should do."

He Songling patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder and said, "With your abilities, I'll write you a letter of recommendation, and you can go to university and study for a combined master's and doctoral degree under Zhang Xuan or his students. With your qualifications, you should be able to get your doctoral degree in three years."

"Let's forget about winning the Nobel Prize or being elected to the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Even if you just get some kind of Outstanding Young Scientist, Thousand Talents Program, or Yangtze River Scholar award, do you think Qu Tong would dare to touch you? Do you think Qu Tong would survive?"

It's not to say that there are absolutely no cases of people daring to attack important scientists; such a tragedy occurred in a certain place in Shandong years ago.

But those were just a bunch of petty thugs, living day to day, not knowing what they'd eat for dinner, and not thinking about the consequences at all. Qu Tong, on the other hand, had a family and a business, and was also a master strategist and a big player in the game. She had a whole host of schemes to play and a whole host of grand plans to make. Would she dare to risk her life like that?

"Perhaps you won't even need to take revenge yourself. A key national scientist, a future academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, whose family members were kidnapped and murdered, and who himself was kidnapped, had his personal freedom controlled, and was threatened for decades. Then you'll see if the public security organs will take it seriously."

He Songling began to paint a rosy picture of the future for Ma Xianhong: "If you deal with her now, you're just a lone wolf, outmaneuvered and outnumbered. It's unwise. Even if you're the most powerful, you can't possibly overturn the entire Yaoxing Society just for your sake. They'll only advise you to consider the bigger picture and compromise with the Yaoxing Society."

But what if you actually pull off this 'big picture'? Do you think Zhao Fangxu wouldn't pull out tens of thousands of extraordinary individuals, cooperate with the local military and police, and give the Yaoxing Society a runaround like he did when he wiped out the Medicine Immortal Society? They'd search every inch of the land, and make sure those who deserved to die were killed, and those who deserved to be sentenced were sentenced.

"Hey, you know what, you really shouldn't have said that!" Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up.

It seems that He Songling's blueprint is quite good.

He Songling's blueprint was certainly good, but it was also obviously a lie. He just felt that it was a waste of talent for someone like Ma Xianhong to be a gangster who fought and brawled every day, so he recommended him to go to school and serve the country.

As for sending Ma Xianhong to destroy Yaoxing Society and kill Qu Tong to avenge her?

No way, there's no chance. Qu Tong has already interfered with him, and he's going to uproot that idiot riddle-maker Qu Tong and grind her to dust first.

(End of this chapter)