Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 958 Old Deng should retire from the stage of history

"What are you waiting for? Start practicing!"

He Songling patted Zhang Lingyu on the back of the head again, this time without any auxiliary meaning, just a pat.

"Huh? Oh, oh."

Zhang Lingyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly began to circulate his Qi according to the route.

At this moment, he felt neither the excitement and joy he had imagined back then, nor the fear and unease of betraying his master's ancestral rules. In fact, he felt nothing at all; he was completely numb.

They started mechanically working without any direction.

It's like suddenly seeing the sun rise in the west one day; the immense impact on the mind is so great that they can't even react.

"Sizzle..."

After a crackling sound of electricity, blue-white lightning crackled on Zhang Lingyu's hand.

"Thunder magic, Yang thunder..."

Xia He also opened her eyes, stared at Zhang Lingyu, and asked He Songling, "That's... done?"

"What else do you want? It's just a prerequisite for breaking the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, nothing special." He Songling was unmoved. After all, as he said, it was just an introductory restriction, the first step to unlocking the Celestial Master's Degree. There was nothing to be happy about.

He used the "Heavenly Court" method. Since you, Zhengyi, value receiving ordination from Heaven, I'll build an even higher Heavenly Court. As everyone knows, if it's not allowed in principle, then it is allowed. In principle, one cannot cultivate Yang Thunder after losing one's virginity, but as long as there's an imperial edict or the Jade Emperor's decree, even a Celestial Master must obediently follow orders.

However, this line of thinking also has a drawback, namely that the complete Five Thunder Orthodox Method is a self-contained "Heavenly Court". Zhang Zhiwei must have already cultivated the "Jade Emperor of Haotian" in his body, sitting in the central heaven and ruling the four directions. So, who can make the Jade Emperor obey?
In short, Zhang Lingyu's Yang Lei technique was successful.

The Yang Lightning technique, which was originally impossible to master, was now properly controlled after being softened by the Yin Qi within Xia He's body, just as He Songling had anticipated. Actually, it wouldn't have been necessary; he could simply use the "Heavenly Court" technique to resolve it. However, given the awkward behavior of this young couple, and considering He Songling's centuries-long friendship with Zhang Zhiwei, he felt he should help him with his wish if he could.

After successfully completing the cultivation, the Qi path was fixed, and from then on, Zhang Lingyu also had the ability to control Yang Thunder.

Even though Zhang Lingyu's cultivation was achieved through the dual cultivation of Yin and Yang, with the woman being Yang and the man Yin, the transformation of Yin and Yang was more harmonious, allowing him to use Yin-Yang Thunder at will. He could transform it halfway through, unleash both simultaneously, or even transform it into a Yin-Yang Tai Chi Thunder Diagram. Xia He was the same.

Now, even though Zhang Lingyu has improved, he's even less of a match for Xia He. Xia He knows everything he knows, and she knows things he doesn't. How can he possibly win?
I have no choice but to obediently submit to my wife and become her concubine.

"I...I..." Zhang Lingyu, finally regaining her senses, became agitated. Tears welled in her eyes, her lips trembled, and she didn't know what to say. In the end, she managed to say, "I've let down my sect, I've let down my master!"

Yes, in his mind, when he was a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, he lost his primordial yang and could not cultivate yang thunder. After being expelled from the Celestial Master's Mansion, he instead cultivated other schools' unique skills, and even learned them with his girlfriend. He learned them while cultivating with his girlfriend.

This made Zhang Lingyu feel extremely guilty.

"Sigh, this brat hasn't changed at all. Brother Ling, thanks a lot, I'll teach him a lesson." Xia He kicked Zhang Lingyu to the ground and dragged him away, thinking that tonight, something that Wa Xuedi would like to see would happen.

"Old Ma, do you want a wife?" He Songling watched the young couple leave the main group and start whispering sweet nothings to each other, and started acting like a matchmaker again.

That's how it is when people get old; they always like to watch the younger generation get married. It's clear that no matter how much He Songling tries to act young, he still becomes an old man that young people dislike.

"You're not trying to sell me again, are you?" Feng Shayan appeared beside He Songling with a dark expression. "Yes." He Songling nodded matter-of-factly, "You're the only girl here without a boyfriend. With so many outstanding young men standing around, who else would I sell to if not you?"

"Screw you!"

Two enormous dimensional slashes came down on He Songling, cutting him to pieces.

Even now, the fragment from his mouth is still on the ground, grumbling: "Have you thought it through? Old Ma has the potential to be an academician at the very least, his future is limitless!"

"roll!"

As planned, the group headed north without using any transportation, stopping and going as they pleased, treating it as a leisurely journey.

This was clearly an activity that interested the young people. After all, they were all young people who had grown up in modern conditions. It was certainly something to be happy about as their strength increased, but as Zhuge Qing and Fu Rong thought, no one was willing to spend almost a whole day of their waking hours on arduous training.

"The meaning of peace."

If this were any other old-school supernatural being, such as Tang Miaoxing, who was a mourner, they would probably have already begun to lament the decline of morality and the lack of ambition among the younger generation.

But He Songling was different. Although the passage of time had made him somewhat out of step with young people, he always considered himself a young man at heart.

A good life means that everyone has time to rest. People can take vacations, relax, and live for themselves.

Instead of what some people think, that they are born to be used as resources for the sect, with their sleep time compressed to five or six hours, and they work from the moment they open their eyes until they burn out their short lives, and then they enjoy the benefits brought by the burning of others.

That belongs to the mindset of a brain-dead slave owner.

Clearly, once this generation of young people has fully grown up, there will be a more significant change in the world of supernatural beings.

In the current community of people with unusual traits, there's still too much of an "old-fashioned" vibe.

The strongest fighters are those old men over a hundred years old. When it comes to sect leaders, they are all around a hundred years old. Those who can be mentioned are basically these old men.

This doesn't work.

As we all know, a person's growth curve is not a smooth, uniform upward curve. It rises rapidly during the growth and adolescence stages. Around the age of thirty-five, although physical strength declines, experience, mindset, and spirit are compensated by seasoned experience.

With the addition of Qi cultivation by extraordinary individuals, which nourishes the body's meridians, most extraordinary individuals between the ages of thirty-five and forty do not experience a significant decline in health. This period can be considered the peak of their extraordinary abilities, and they can even maintain it for a considerable time.

But in any case, once you pass fifty, it finally starts to decline.

While those who cultivate metaphysics may continue to lead in their understanding of the "Tao," their physical functions begin to decay. In a normal social circle, from animals to humans, how can it be said that the old are comprehensively stronger than the young?

He Songling wanted the scene before him to last forever, to get better and better; and for the war-torn chaos and lifelessness in his memory to never reappear.

(End of this chapter)