Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 953 The Swordsman
As He Songling spoke, several sword energies flicked from his fingers, swirling and dancing in the air before finally merging into a seven-colored sword of energy that extended across He Songling's palm.

"I used this trick back then and almost killed Wugensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect."

He Songling proudly brandished the Qi sword in his hand, "Later, because my fellow disciples in the sect did not have a foundation in swordsmanship, I rewrote it, lowered the threshold, and created the Reverse Life Sword Technique. That was already an outdated product, so we didn't need to learn it. We'll push it forward from this one."

"Push it up even higher?" Fu Rong looked up at the seven-colored sword of energy. She felt that this thing was beyond her ability to learn, not to mention her, even her master, who always complained about her aptitude, couldn't learn it.

"There's nothing you can't learn. If I want you to know something, you can learn it. Mortals' talents are practically nonexistent in the eyes of gods, except for me, of course."

He Songling noticed Fu Rong's worry and casually offered some words of comfort.

He was telling the truth. A mortal's talent can only determine the efficiency and height of their cultivation; it's a prerequisite, or a necessary but not sufficient condition, for achieving immortality. After becoming an immortal, everyone is pretty much the same.

They both have the potential to become immortals, but who is more powerful than whom? Was Zhang Zhiwei talented? Was Wugensheng talented? Among those who became immortals throughout history, they could only be considered below average.

If you disagree, look at Zhuge Liang in "Ninety-Nine Eighty-One".

However, He Songling's extraordinary abilities are truly remarkable among all the immortals throughout history. After all, even after becoming an immortal, his level was still higher than that of other immortals.

He Songling continued to extrapolate the story on the spot.

Sword cultivators are at a significant disadvantage in modern times.

Firstly, knives are prohibited in China, so even a superhuman like him would hardly be allowed to carry around a 1.2-meter-long sword in broad daylight. Haven't you seen how the inheritors of the Flowing Cloud Sword use rusty iron bars as their natal swords in modern times? If it were He Songling, he'd probably get some kind of rebar.

Secondly, it's simply less effective. With the advent of firearms, the advantages of sword cultivators have instantly turned into disadvantages. Sword energy has a much slower firing speed than firearms; not to mention its destructive power, neither swords nor sword energy are as powerful as large-caliber firearms or artillery shells.

It's a very stupid skill.

One was about speed, the other about profit, but now both have become obstacles.

Of course, since no one has guns, the sword cultivator's firepower is still considerable. However, sword cultivators cultivate an unyielding and relentless spirit; knowing in advance how to cultivate makes them weaklings, which is actually very detrimental to a sword cultivator's mental state.

Therefore, we see that the personalities of these sword cultivators in modern times are somewhat abstract. For example, there is Yuan Shixiao, who uses the Embroidered Iron Fence as his natal sword, Fu Rong, and the old woman from Penglai Sword whose sword was neutralized by Yunlong's Tai Chi force.

Since that's the case, let's just make Fu Rong even more abstract.

The sword in He Songling's hand flickered and disappeared, then reappeared above Fu Rong's head and plunged straight into her skull.

"Ouch!" Fu Rong screamed involuntarily, then raised her hand to touch the top of her head, which seemed to have no wounds.

"Hey old sage, can you please not make things so terrifying every time?"

Fu Rong was still a little shaken.

"What's so scary? Entering immortal energy through the crown of your head is the most orthodox way of cultivation. You young upstart don't understand anything." He Songling glared at her and snapped, "Try circulating your qi!" "Huh? Oh." Upon hearing this, Fu Rong circulated her qi slightly, and then discovered...

"A glint of cold light?"

Fu Rong was dumbfounded. Zhuge Qing even thoughtfully used magic to create a mirror for her, so that she could see herself in the mirror.

"No, son..." Fu Rong was on the verge of tears, "What is this?"

In the mirror, she was enveloped by a massive sword aura, as if she were encased in a transparent, sword-shaped sheath. Fortunately, her true form remained unchanged; it was just that the sword-shaped sheath reflected a cold and menacing expression.

The problem is, what if I go out and get into a fight, and suddenly I turn into a swordsman by circulating my Qi?

Should I kill them or make them laugh to death?
"Sword Qi, huh!" He Songling said matter-of-factly. "This is innate sword qi, incomparably sharp. As long as you circulate your Qi, it will naturally manifest and will continue to exist until your Qi is exhausted. It is truly an excellent method of both offense and defense. Moreover, since this sword qi is called innate, it is incomparably sharp. There is nothing that acquired Qi cannot cut or pierce. You should be secretly happy!"

Indeed, although it is very abstract, the sword energy that He Songling gave to Fu Rong can be considered a "celestial technique" of the same level as that given to Zhuge Qing. Within the mortal realm, he really had a huge advantage.

Of course, this doesn't mean that nothing can be cut or stabbed, making one truly invincible. It's similar to a rootless deity; although he can unravel all methods constructed from Qi, if his unraveling speed can't keep up with the opponent's supply speed, he'll still be defeated.

Even so, with Fu Rong's current level of cultivation, it's estimated that there are only a handful of old men in the entire world of supernatural beings who can defeat her.

Gods are just so unreasonable.

"It's impressive, but this thing is so ugly." Fu Rong said with a long face, "Brother Ling, I'm a girl, and I'm not bad looking. Can you give me some face?"

"What do you mean by 'little girl' or 'big girl'? You're a sword cultivator, are you here to kill or to show off? Is swordsmanship for showing off?" At this moment, He Songling was acting like an old-fashioned scholar. If it weren't for his unconventional behavior back then, everyone would probably believe him.

"What era are we living in, boss? If I can't solve something, I'll just call the police, okay?"

Fu Rong wasn't entirely wrong. At this time, even within the world of supernatural beings, peace and development were the main themes. That's why Na Du Tong was able to avoid viewing Quanxing with prejudice and simply treat it as an ordinary supernatural sect, no different from the Four Families, Longhu Mountain, Shaolin, or Wudang.

Similarly, even within the Quanxing sect, most disciples have never experienced life and death. In the original novel, members of the Tang Sect not only don't know how to kill, but they've never even seen a dead person. In the modern part of "Rusty Iron," Xu Xin even has to take two juniors to "seize a rare opportunity" to participate in and watch a life-or-death battle.

This shows how peaceful this period of time was.

Ultimately, however, peace is a good thing.

Zhuge Qing chimed in, "That's right, Lao Ling, being strong is a temporary thing, but being handsome is a lifelong thing!"

"Go to hell!" He Songling chopped off Zhuge Qing's head with another sword strike, then kicked it far away, which collided with Fu Rong's sword energy, splitting it in two and startling the little girl.

"Whether you're handsome or not is a matter for a lifetime, but how strong you are determines how long your life will be!"

(End of this chapter)