Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 402 Rare Visitor

Behind the door, Wu Chengzhen's hunched figure was revealed.

Once a spirited leader who inherited the mantle of "Da Ying Immortal" Zuo Ruotong and took charge of the Sanyi Sect, he is now nothing but a shell crushed by time and inner demons.

His head was covered in messy silver hair, and his eyes were sunken. His cloudy gaze first fell on Li Muxuan with the usual scrutiny of a sect leader towards his disciple, before slowly moving to Zhao Zhen standing next to Li Muxuan.

When that peaceful, gentle yet unfathomable face came into view, Wu Chengzhen's hunched body trembled almost imperceptibly.

A complex and intense light surged within those cloudy eyes.

There was surprise at the long-awaited reunion, indescribable vicissitudes, deep-seated resentment, and even a trace of... a faint hope left behind after being washed away by the torrent of time, a hope that even he himself had not noticed.

"Brother Wu..."

Zhao Zhen spoke again, his voice deep and clear, breaking the stillness.

He bowed slightly, performing the courtesy due to a former fellow disciple.

This form of address is both an affirmation of past friendship and a revelation of that long-buried, heavy past.

Wu Chengzhen's lips moved a few times, and a hoarse, bellows-like sound came from her throat, which finally turned into a hoarse, almost sighing response: "Zhao... Chairman...?"

He looked Zhao Zhen up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on Zhao Zhen's faded coarse cloth clothes before settling on the depths of his calm, ancient eyes.

“A rare guest… truly a rare guest. How could you, such a great… Buddha, condescend to come to my… dilapidated little temple, the Trinity Sect?”

His words carried a clear sense of alienation and self-deprecation; every word felt like it was covered in grit, grinding away at one's heart.

The friendship that once characterized us as kindred spirits and shared a common destiny has long been etched with deep ravines by the passage of time and that momentous change.

Li Muxuan stood silently to the side, his hands clasped at his sides. He could clearly feel the heavy, almost suffocating aura between Zhao Zhen and Wu Chengzhen.

"Brother Wu, you flatter me."

Zhao Zhen seemed oblivious to the barb in those words and remained calm.

"The Trinity School is my root, the place of my old friendship. I haven't seen you for many years, and I've been thinking of you, so I came to visit you, my senior brother."

After saying that, his gaze swept over Wu Chengzhen's limbs and bones, which were obviously shrunken and no longer had any trace of the reverse life threefold aura flowing. A trace of imperceptible pain and understanding flashed deep in his eyes.

Wu Chengzhen forced a smile that looked more like a grimace from the corners of his parched lips and stepped aside to clear the doorway.

"Visit? Heh... What is there in this old man like me that you, the chairman of Nadutong and the world-renowned Jin Xiaoleijun, would care about?"
Come in, don't just stand there in the doorway, people will laugh at you.

Zhao Zhen nodded and followed Wu Chengzhen into the room, with Li Muxuan following closely behind.

The room was furnished very simply, even crudely, and was filled with a faint smell of medicine and decaying wood.

Sunlight struggled to squeeze in through the narrow window, casting faint patches of light on the dusty floor.

Wu Chengzhen shakily found a chair and sat down, pointing to the stool next to her to signal Zhao Zhen to sit down. Li Muxuan stood silently to the side, acting as a silent witness.

Silence spread through the small space, as oppressive as the low pressure before a storm.

Wu Chengzhen's cloudy eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhen's face, as if she were scrutinizing this "uninvited guest" with all her might.

"Chairman Zhao, what brings you to Sany today?"

"Come and collect the blessings."

"Collect the fate?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Wu Chengzhen's eyes.

"what do you mean?"

“Back in the day, in the ancient town of Zhenjiang, I intentionally allowed the Quanxing demons to cripple your cultivation, Brother Wu.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Chengzhen's lips gradually curled into a mocking smile.

“I know, Chairman Zhao, didn’t you already tell me that back then?”
Speaking of which, I should thank you, Chairman Zhao, for not letting me be a fool..." "Brother Wu, I have no intention of arguing about what happened back then. A mistake is a mistake."

However, now that I have come before you, I am naturally prepared to accept your offer.

Zhao Zhen answered calmly.

"Chairman Zhao, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Zhao Zhen did not reply, but silently took out a scroll from his bosom.

"This is?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Wu Chengzhen's eyes.

"The third level of reverse birth."

"What?!!"

Upon hearing this, not only Wu Chengzhen, but even Li Muxuan's pupils instantly contracted.

Reverse Rebirth Triple, that's the ultimate technique of the Sanyi Sect!

Even if Zhao Zhen and the Left Sect Master had a good relationship back then, he was ultimately not a disciple of the Three Ones and had no chance of learning the Reverse Life Triple Technique!
But why does Zhao Zhen have a scroll with the Reverse Life Triple Technique?
Thinking of this, Wu Chengzhen hurriedly and shakily reached out and opened the scroll.

"This...this is! This is my late master's handwriting! Could it be..."

Wu Chengzhen spoke, her voice trembling.

"That's right, this scroll was secretly entrusted to me by Master Zuo before his death."

Zhao Zhen nodded slowly.

"What do you mean? Why would my master pass on my Three Unique Techniques to an outsider like you?!"

Zhao Zhen didn't speak, but just gave Wu Chengzhen a deep look.

Just then, Li Muxuan suddenly spoke up:

"Sect Leader, I think I understand Sect Leader Zuo's intentions now..."

"Master's intention?"

"The Left Sect Master entrusted this Reverse Life Triple Technique to Zhao Zhen for two reasons: first, to ask him to look after the Sanyi Sect; second..."

As he spoke, Li Muxuan paused suddenly, then looked at Wu Chengzhen with a deep gaze.

"Secondly, I'm afraid Master Zuo already guessed that you, Master, would not give up your pursuit of the Triple, and would definitely be fixated on Wugensheng."

Therefore, his choice to entrust the Triple Rebirth to Zhao Zhen was, in effect, entrusting the final flame of our San Yi Sect to Zhao Zhen.

After hearing Li Muxuan's words, Wu Chengzhen fell into a long silence.

Li Muxuan's words were like pebbles thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples in Wu Cheng's heart, which eventually turned into surging waves.

His hunched body trembled violently, and his cloudy eyes stared intently at the scroll in Zhao Zhen's hand that carried the supreme inheritance of the Sanyi Sect. Inside, there surged disbelief, shame and indignation at being exposed, and a sense of despair and powerlessness as if crushed by the wheel of fate.

"Tinder..."

Wu Chengzhen's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, and every word seemed to be tinged with blood.

“Master…before he died, he also felt that I, as the head of the sect…was not worthy to lead the Three Ones anymore, not worthy to inherit the legacy of Ni Sheng…so…so that’s why he placed his hopes…on an outsider?”

His gaze suddenly rose and fixed on Zhao Zhen's face, his eyes filled with decades of resentment, unwillingness, and deep pain.

"Zhao Zhen! Tell me! Back in Zhenjiang Ancient Town... you watched those Quanxing bastards cripple me, weren't you... weren't you also carrying out your master's 'last will'?!"

Is he... using you to... clean house?!

(End of this chapter)