Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 963 Have you ever heard of the principle of electromagnetic induction?

Zhang Chulan didn't mince words with He Songling, stating his thoughts clearly and respectfully:
"Homo sapiens have existed for tens of thousands of years, human civilization for thousands of years, and Old Zhong has had a well-established method of cultivation for extraordinary people for nearly two thousand years. There are countless extraordinary people, but very few have seen immortals. I am fortunate enough to meet an immortal, so it would be a huge loss if I didn't ask him for guidance."

"The key is that my foundation in the Celestial Master's Mansion cultivation has already fallen behind by ten years. If I were to learn something else, I would hardly have the energy to be distracted. But you are different. You can directly pass on the Five Thunder Orthodox Method to me. Moreover, others can't withstand my master's beating, but my master can't withstand your beating. I'll go to you for insurance."

Zhang Chulan chuckled again as he spoke.

Indeed, Zhang Zhiwei publicly acknowledged Zhang Chulan as his grand-disciple, and even convened a grand ritual with modified rules specifically for Zhang Chulan to inherit the position of Celestial Master. Although Zhang Chulan ultimately failed to win the championship, inherit the Celestial Master position, or even enter the Celestial Master's Mansion.

However, everyone in the entire community of supernatural beings regarded Zhang Chulan as a disciple of a separate branch of the Celestial Master's Mansion, just like Baiyun Temple is to Quanzhen Sect and Maoshan is to Zhengyi Sect.

If Zhang Chulan were to actually seek out other powerful figures to learn their skills, firstly, few would be willing to risk incurring the wrath of Zhang Zhiwei and even the Celestial Master's Mansion; secondly, even Zhang Chulan himself might not be able to learn them; and thirdly, other sects of the Zhengyi lineage would certainly not overstep their bounds and teach disciples on behalf of Longhu Mountain, the orthodox Zhengyi sect.

To be honest, the level of skill Zhang Chulan has chosen is actually not that important; as long as it's sufficient, that's enough. Although he doesn't have the same level of enlightenment as Zhao Fangxu, who was able to become the pinnacle of the supernatural world with almost nonexistent strength, he's still quite accomplished.

With Zhang Chulan's abilities, he can handle some field missions, which is enough. In the future, he can wait for internal promotion within Anywhere Company and eventually reach a high position to investigate thoroughly.

It was a bit slow, but the Jia Shen Rebellion itself had already passed seventy years ago, and his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi had been dead for more than ten years. It was already too late, and a few more years wouldn't have mattered.

Does he really expect to be like a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel, storming the lair of those who dared to besiege and covet his grandfather's martial arts techniques and wiping them all out?
Zhang Chulan felt that it would be enough to learn the truth, to take some action against the forces or industries they left behind, to protect the immortal Feng Baobao, and even to help her regain her memories and the truth.

However, when he stood in front of He Songling, his firm resolve began to waver.

Standing here is a male protagonist from a wish-fulfillment novel.

Not only the male protagonist, but also his wife, a mixed doubles team, each of them beat up Old Zhong's entire circle of supernatural beings.

What if, what if I really do have some skills? I don't ask for much, but if I had the strength of Lü Ci, who would still joke around with this group of people, laugh and joke with everyone they meet, or kneel down to everyone they meet? Do they really think Zhang Chulan is so cheap?

Just beat him up!

“I can teach you the Five Thunder Orthodox Method. Not to mention the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, the Golden Core of Quanzhen, the Reverse Life of the Three Ones, the True Meaning of Taiji, and the shamanic arts—I can teach you any of the signature skills of these major sects. I know them all. I can even create a few 'unique skills' for you if you want to learn something you've never seen before.”

He Songling shook his head at this protagonist who was purely focused on plot clues. "But there's one thing, kid, the karma of immortals isn't so easy to handle. If you learn my abilities, you'll have to work for me. Do you know what we're doing now? Heading north to the capital to block the gates of Na Du Tong's headquarters. I plan to dismantle Na Du Tong. Na Du Tong can't tolerate someone they can't control; they're destined to deal with me, you know that. But before they deal with me, I've already dealt with them. If you want to learn, you can. I can even guarantee that when you get to the capital, your strength will be no less than Zhuge Qing's. But blocking Na Du Tong's gates will require one of you."

"Ah, this..." Zhang Chulan scratched his head. "Alright then, forget it. Brother Ling, let's treat each other as equals. I'll just pretend I don't know anything."

Zhang Chulan is like that; he is extremely decisive and has a very accurate judgment of himself. He rarely acts impulsively, and his upbringing has shaped his personality, which prioritizes stability. Upon hearing He Songling's request, he immediately abandoned his idea.

This is not easy to do. Not to mention Zhang Chulan, a 20-year-old college student, even many big figures who have experienced all kinds of major events and have been navigating the business and political arenas for many years would find it difficult to "avoid sunk costs from participating in major decisions".

Once the sunk costs become too high, people become trapped and have no choice but to keep going.

"You're quite the character, much better than your grandfather was in his youth." Although both like to "hide," they are different. Zhang Huaiyi is purely hiding, while Zhang Chulan is "acting." He portrays himself as the person others want to see, firmly hiding his true self behind a mask.

So the young Zhang Huaiyi is always unpleasant, but Zhang Chulan's ability to speak to people in a way that suits them is much more interesting.

"Here's what I'll do for you. This isn't a favor you owe me. I'll use you as an experiment. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, you'll have to bear it yourself. I'll pass on the method to you, and you'll complete the experimental research for me. Then we'll be even."

As He Songling spoke, he pointed a finger at Zhang Chulan's brow, and Zhang Chulan felt countless pieces of knowledge and energy pathways appear in his mind.

"What is this? Isn't this... a human magnet?" Zhang Chulan glanced at the beginning and found it familiar; Xu Xiang used the same ability.

"That's right, it's called 'Reversing the Eight Directions.' However, this is the foundation of the Wang School's 'Reversing the Eight Directions.' Later, during the process of using it, I made some modifications based on my understanding. But I won't give it a name; giving a name is shameful. I'm not that idiot Li Muxuan."

He Songling spoke in a way that Zhang Chulan couldn't quite understand, but he didn't understand that even if He Songling had used the "Reversal of Eight Directions" technique, it was just that—a reversal of eight directions. The effectiveness of such a technique depended entirely on the user. If the user was skilled, even the most basic technique would be powerful; but if the user wasn't skilled, then both the user and the technique would be useless.

Zhang Chulan already possesses the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Technique of the Celestial Master's Mansion, which he can't even learn all of. Why would he need to learn the Reversal of Eight Directions?
"How stupid! You call yourself a student from Nankai University? How did you even get into a 985 university? Did you cheat or something? I'm going to report you to the Ministry of Education!"

He Songling looked at Zhang Chulan with disdain, "Your brother Ling doesn't have much education, just a lousy private university degree. His grades were terrible, which was considered outstanding among his peers back then, but he's worthless among you young people now. But you must have studied physics in high school, right? Ever heard of electromagnetic induction?"

(End of this chapter)