Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 162 Teaching Objective: Lead Shi Chong and Cheng Zhen to break through the third level!
"Meeting? What kind of meeting? What kind of meeting am I supposed to have at my level?"

When He Songling heard that Si Chong was going to drag him into the inner hall for some reason, he became very unhappy.

When he was a freshman in college, he was young and ignorant and joined the student union. He would often go to a bunch of meaningless meetings at nine or ten o'clock in the evening to listen to the bragging of those student union cadres who held little power but acted like they were insolent.

From then on, He Songling hated the word "meeting".

He thought to himself, I’m almost becoming an immortal, but I still have to go to meetings. Wouldn’t it be a waste of my becoming an immortal?
"Stop talking nonsense. You finally came back, and you still expect me to let you go?" Si Chong said without hesitation, dragging He Songling inside with a gloomy face, "There are so many things waiting for us in the sect. There are more than a hundred disciples, and you think we have it easy."

"Then you should blame Lao Zuo for this. Why does he keep accepting disciples when he is too busy? He only teaches one person, but he has more than a hundred disciples. How can he gather Yunhe Jiuxiao and Longteng Sihai?"

He Songling followed Si Chong reluctantly, mumbling to himself as he walked in, and at the same time, he did not forget to give benefits to his fellow apprentices: "Xiao Lu, I came back in a hurry and didn't buy anything. Here are two thousand dollars. You can divide it among the fellow apprentices and let them buy whatever they want."

"Okay!" Lu Jin happily put away the purse. Although he was born in a wealthy family, he usually didn't care about family matters. He just practiced hard in the mountains and was short of money.

Cultivation must be done in a way that looks like cultivation. Forget about the little money of the Lu family. What about the future king? Isn't he still a poor Taoist priest?

This bag of silver is incredible. Zhang Huaiyi, the richest man in Longhu Mountain, has been hiding it for so many years, and he only hid about 200 silver dollars. When Lu Jin told this story, all the disciples in the white marble square cheered. Regardless of whether they knew him or not, they all had a good impression of He Songling.

If this happened somewhere else, from the imperial court to corporate factions, the top leaders would be suspicious of this guy and wonder if he wanted to seize power.

Only the Sanyi Sect didn't care. Zuo Rutong not only didn't care, but even wanted He Songling to give him more. As the old saying goes, just because he doesn't covet money doesn't mean he doesn't value money, and it doesn't mean he doesn't want his disciples to have a better material life.

Otherwise, there would be no Boss Li and Li Muxuan.

There were six cushions in the inner hall, with Zuo Ruotong sitting in the middle, Si Chong, Cheng Zhen, Shui Yun, and Chang Qing on both sides, and He Songling hiding behind a pillar in the corner, leaning his head against it and dozing off. The more he listened to the trivial matters of the sect, the sleepier he became. It took more than 40 minutes to finish, and his head felt heavier as he listened.

"How is your disciple's practice going recently?" After the sect affairs were almost discussed, Zuo Rutong asked about the teaching results.

"Master, my fellow disciples have made good progress in their cultivation recently. Xiao Lu has done very well. It has only been four months. After Junior Brother Zhuge's group, three more junior brothers are preparing to make a breakthrough to the first level. In addition, I see that Junior Brother Wang seems to be trying to make a breakthrough to the second level soon." Shuiyun replied respectfully.

"Very good, He Songling, you stay for two months. During these two months, there will be some fellow apprentices who will make a breakthrough, and you help protect them." Zuo Rutong flicked his fingers, and a Qi bomb flew out.

"Ah? Me?" He Songling was hit on the forehead by the Qi bullet shot out from the prison. He shook his head and pointed at himself in a daze.

"Yes, it's you." Zuo Ruotong couldn't help laughing. After this kid came, he really had no worries. In the past, whether it was Si Chong or Cheng Zhen, Zuo Ruotong didn't trust their ability to watch over their disciples.

But He Songling is different. He Songling has gone further than him on the road of rebirth, not to mention that he had secretly helped Lu Jin break through the second level. He was in seclusion in the mountains, and he couldn't be found. Now that this guy has come out of seclusion and offered himself to the door, it would be a waste not to catch this strong man. "If you don't do it, you don't know how busy I am. I haven't come out of seclusion for five years. I don't know how the company has developed. It's up and down by millions of minutes. Even if I sell Sanyi, it's not worth this price."

In the Trinity Sect, only He Songling could watch over his disciples as they passed the test. Similarly, only He Songling dared to challenge Zuo Rutong.

"You haven't come out of retreat for five years, why do you still care about these two months?" It was a challenge, but the general outcome was that He Songling could not beat Zuo Rutong. "Don't talk nonsense. When I was in retreat, I asked you to help me break through but you refused. Now I ask you to teach me but you still refuse. Do you believe me if I take away your calligraphy?"

"Breakthrough?" Si Chong raised his head immediately: "Brother, are you going to break through?"

"I was almost there. I had an idea, but this traitor didn't help me." Zuo Ruo said with a snort.

"Why are you looking at me? Do you know what he asked me to do?" He Songling quickly explained to everyone, "He asked me to keep breaking his Ni Sheng. You know what's going on in the prison. What if I beat him to death? How about you guys come?"

During the retreat, Zuo Ruotong mentioned several times that He Songling should kill him and help him break through the third level. Are you kidding? If you wanted to die, I would have told you that the third level was impossible. Why bother with this? He Songling ignored him and hid away.

As time went by, Zuo Rutong stopped mentioning it, but even though he stopped mentioning it, he did not forget to condemn He Songling.

"No, no." The remaining four people quickly shook their heads.

Are you kidding? Not to mention that they don’t dare to fight with the head of the sect. Even if they dare, who can beat him?
Even if it was He Songling, he couldn't do it without the triple level, which really proved Zuo Rutong's comment on himself. Maybe someone could defeat him with three moves or two styles, but who could tear apart his life force at will? Should he bombard him with artillery?

Besides, without the divine spirit to pull him back to the reverse state so smoothly, if he really used brute force to break it, it was hard to say whether Zuo's body could still gather together. Even though Zuo Rutong's body had recovered a lot with the help of He Songling and John, it was still not as good as a normal person.

"In short, stop talking nonsense. If you can't bring out more than five disciples who have made breakthroughs, forget about leaving the mountain." Zuo Rutong said and left, without giving He Songling any chance to refute.

“Bah!” He Songling looked at Zuo Rutong’s back angrily, and then shouted: “Uncle Master, Big Brother, you two will practice with me from today on, and I will help you two break through the third level!”

"Don't bring us along when you're fighting with your master." Si Chong was so smart that he retreated faster than a rabbit. "I'm old now, and I don't expect to break through the third level. You should just lead a few juniors through the first level."

"Tsk, you two just don't know how to make progress." He Songling shook his head with regret. Although it was impossible to bring Si Chong and Cheng Zhen into the third level, it was not a problem to take them up a bit, at least to the level of an old Lu Jin.

What a pity, I don’t learn it.

Forget about learning. He Songling walked out of the gate and called out to the fat boy in the square: "The boy from the Zhuge family, come here."

(End of this chapter)