Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 967 Siege
"You've seen Zhang Chulan and Ma Xianhong's current strength. Do you think you can take them down with fewer people? If you miss your first strike, and He Songling notices, do you think you can escape?"

In Qu Tong's mind, direct attack and killing is the least cost-effective method. In her mind, people like Ma Xianhong are just pawns kept in the dark. They are given some motivation when they are needed, and then killed when they are done. There is no need to tell them the truth, so that they die without knowing why.

Unfortunately, He Songling's actions were too swift, too direct, too powerful, and too unexpected, completely ruining her plans. Now, it was impossible to outwit Ma Xianhong; she had no choice but to launch a desperate attack.

To this end, she even went so far as to withdraw all the people who were originally on Nasen Island who were planning to deceive Ruan Feng. She even lured some people back from Nasen Island, who were originally going to explore the Twenty-Four Festivals Valley, and sent them out as well.

Their goal was to crush Ma Xianhong and Zhang Chulan in one fell swoop.

Zhang Chulan and Ma Xianhong were completely unaware of this matter. After their fight, their friendship actually warmed up considerably. For a warm, cheerful, and honest person like Ma Xianhong, it was difficult for him to like Zhang Chulan, a petty and calculating person.

However, as descendants of the same group who brought out the Eight Extraordinary Skills from the Nine-Bend Cave, Ma Xianhong naturally felt an indelible sense of closeness to Zhang Chulan, as if Zhang Chulan were a distant relative of his.

Especially since Zhang Chulan is a man of great discretion in his words and actions, and shameless as well, it's hard to fight someone who's all smiles. In the situation where it was just the two of them, Ma Xianhong was forced to become familiar with Zhang Chulan.

Although only the two of them remained, they still headed towards the capital according to He Songling's predetermined goal.

"Zhang Chulan, don't you find it boring?" The two weren't moving fast, stopping and starting frequently. Whenever they had a spare moment, Ma Xianhong would start thinking about weapon forging. That day, he finally couldn't help but ask Zhang Chulan.

“What’s so boring, Brother Ma? I’m not quite the same as you. No matter what you went through before, in the past ten years, even though you were controlled by others, you still got a stable space to develop. As for me, I’m not like that.”

Zhang Chulan confided in Ma Xianhong, somewhat sincerely, "Since my grandfather died and my father disappeared, I've been playing the role of an ordinary orphan for the past twelve years. Living, going to school, that's all."

After that, the supernatural community exposed my secret, and I was forced to constantly search for the truth and protect myself. In order to seek revenge and protect myself, I also had to practice my skills desperately and engage in constant real combat to make up for the twelve years I had missed. At the company, I was also living in constant fear, with the Quanxing Sect and other factions eyeing me covetously.

Then Old Ling appeared, and everyone's attention was drawn to him, this seemingly magical being. I felt a bit more relaxed, but the situation was still fraught with danger. For me, being able to have a peaceful and leisurely time is already the most precious and wonderful thing in life.

"Really? I thought you were a quiet person who didn't like to move around much," Ma Xianhong chuckled.

"On the contrary, your Brother Ma seems aloof, but he's actually quite active." To use a popular phrase from ten years later, Zhang Chulan may seem boisterous and energetic, but he's actually a pure person. Socializing with strangers is mentally exhausting for him.

But Ma Xianhong is a pure E-person. Making new friends, learning new methods, sharing and progressing together with friends are things that bring him satisfaction; for him, it's a way to recharge.

"Maybe, but to be honest, I don't get any energy from being with you, Zhang Chulan." Ma Xianhong is just too honest. Cultivators only need to be honest with themselves, but he says all the truths out loud, which can be quite unpleasant at times.

But Zhang Chulan could tolerate it.

"It's alright, it'll only be ten days or so. Once we get to the capital, we'll be scattered. And it won't even be ten days or so. In a few more days, their group will probably be back. You have nothing to talk to me about, and you have nothing to talk to them about either?"

"I've actually been wanting to ask you, what are you doing in the capital?" Ma Xianhong couldn't help but ask. "Aren't you supposed to be someone who knows everything? You're not a temporary worker, you're a permanent employee. Won't the company label you a traitor?" "What can I do?" Zhang Chulan groaned.

"The company is already at odds with Lao Ling, and I've already owed him a favor. What can I do? The divine teachings are right before my eyes, how can I not learn them? Besides, all the other temporary workers have learned them. I never expected him to give me a special opportunity before I came to learn."

"I've made up my mind. I'll go to Beijing with Lao Ling, apologize to the company, and if they can forgive and forget, that's fine. But if not, I'll have no choice but to betray the company."

Zhang Chulan's words were half true and half false. He didn't have any major principles, and sometimes he would even risk his life if he encountered a difficult situation. But at least he was versed in everything. He had no intention of throwing away his life in a muddle for the sake of these officials' prestige.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, two streaks of light shot towards them with a whooshing sound.

"Holy crap?" These two are considered strong across all age groups in the entire world of supernatural beings. Even a sneak attack shouldn't be able to hurt them. Zhang Chulan used his lightning speed to quickly stand up and dodge, while Ma Xianhong used a defensive magic artifact to withstand the attack.

“You’re quite strong.” Ma Xianhong narrowed his eyes. “Zhang Chulan, I’m afraid you won’t be able to wait to go to the capital with Ling Songhe. Na Du Tong has already sent people to kill you.”

"Impossible." Zhang Chulan said, deflecting an attack from a burly man who seemed to suddenly emerge from the ground. He then shifted his position, protecting Old Ma and his magical artifact in front of him.

"No matter what the company says, its first priority is to catch them. These two moves are absolutely aimed at killing them."

Zhang Chulan channeled his Qi into his eyes. Although this was a wild field with almost no light source except for a few starlight, the empty room instantly became electrified, and his vision was as bright as day. Through the darkness, he could see that the woods not far away were densely packed with people.

The trees, behind the trees, in front, and behind the road create a three-dimensional, all-around surround.

"Can this be a universal passage?" Zhang Chulan unleashed two bolts of lightning, illuminating the visible forces, and turned to ask Ma Xianhong, only to find his expression quite grim.

"Old horse?"

“Qu Tong’s people,” Ma Xianhong said through gritted teeth. “I’ve even seen a few of them before. She’s really stopped acting altogether and is sending out people she knows.”

"On the bright side, maybe this is recognition of our strength, that she thinks her unfamiliar faces can't take us down." Zhang Chulan whistled, looking quite relaxed. "Not to mention that Old Ling might come back at any time."

"Yes, that also means they have to kill with one blow."

Before Ma Xianhong could finish speaking, special effects rained down on the two of them.

(End of this chapter)