Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 239: Mr. Dongshan, Second Level

When the Qi reached this point, Dongshan could clearly feel that the road ahead was getting narrower.

The reason was that something went wrong when he was practicing his martial arts, and in order to save his life, and later in order to save his legs from amputation, he took the initiative to destroy the meridians in his legs.

All the meridians in one leg were necrotic and had completely atrophied after decades of disuse.

Now the road is just getting narrower. If the Qi is moved forward further, it will be completely blocked.

Decades ago, when I had just gotten into trouble, I used my internal energy to attack this place again and again, trying to climb over.

But, it's no use.

Not to mention himself, even Zuo Rutong and Shi Chong helping him, with their three reverse-life Qi combined, couldn't get through.

It's not that Zuo Ruotong and Shi Chong couldn't open up the meridians of a kid who wasn't even at the second level. It's just that Dongshan's meridians were completely necrotic. If they forced their Qi to attack, it would only blast one of his legs into pieces.

This is like Zhang Sanfeng looking at Zhang Wuji who was hit by the Mysterious Palm. Is the palm power of the two Xuanming Elders a problem for Zhang Sanfeng? Not at all. But it is easy to remove the palm power, and it is even easier to remove the child's life.

But today, Dongshan clearly felt something was different.

This is the confidence given to him by the meridians that were broken and reshaped, and it is the reminder brought by the constant washing of the torrent of Qi that winds around in nine bends.

"break!"

Dongshan suddenly gathered his Qi and shouted loudly. After the roar, he condensed all the Qi in his body like a nine-bend torrent that was fed back from his body and rushed forward.

"Kacha!"

There was a crisp sound of porcelain breaking, and a crack appeared on the body that He Songling had temporarily put on Dongshan's soul.

Then the cracks became more and more numerous and appeared faster and faster.

Finally, with a "bang", the bits and pieces shattered and turned into a torrent, rushing towards the meridian.

"Tom!"

There was another sound. Perhaps it was Dongshan's own hallucination, but he swore that at that moment, he seemed to really hear the sound of air flowing unblocked by something that was blocking something.

Then, the meridians suddenly opened up like a whirlpool, sucking in the Qi that had been shattered from his body, and then feeding it back again along with the winding tiny torrents.

Loop, done!
Dongshan couldn't help it, the Qi in his chest surged, and he let out a long, loud and clear roar.

And his body gradually began to turn white.

"Damn it, how could this old guy succeed!" When Boss Zhao heard the long roar, he realized that Dongshan had been cured by He Songling.

He is always jealous.

Before, these two old fellows were both unable to refine Qi. They were both unlucky guys who stepped into the door of the extraordinary people circle, but were kicked out because of their own problems.

Such people are called dumb guns in the Western world of extraordinary people. In fact, they have another one, that is Zhang Muzhi. But the difference is that Zhang Muzhi never regrets this, and even fights with his pistols to perfection, making the bald man very afraid.

They didn't. They both had the bodies of scholars. Although Dongshan was taller than him, he could only use the meridians in his upper body to circulate Qi and create some special effects similar to juggling, but that was all.

Boss Zhao has always been pleased to have a friend like Dongshan.

What's the result now? Are you waving your hand and going back to the circle of extraordinary people?

"Bah, what a bastard, not a good brother." Boss Zhao was so jealous that his teeth were about to fall out.

Mr. Dongshan's long whistle lasted for a full meal before he gradually calmed down. He was pleasantly surprised to feel the Qi in his body that had not moved for decades. Just as he was about to thank He Songling, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Did I have so much Qi before, and did it surge so violently?

As he became confused, his gaze shifted to himself.

Just now his skin was just beginning to turn white, but now Dongshan was completely white.

"Double!"

Dongshan cried out in surprise: "How can it be the second level?"

"What a fuss! Didn't you reach the second level back then? It was your failure in reaching the second level that led to this situation."

He Songling stood beside him, folding his arms and looking at Mr. Dongshan. "For so many years, the Qi in your body has been unable to move, but it's not like you haven't practiced. It's just a matter of accumulating strength and then releasing it, that's all."

Are you kidding? His third level attack could even allow the four fellow disciples who had followed him and had just crossed the first level to be temporarily promoted to the second level, not to mention Dongshan, who had been at the second level decades ago.

This is the triple ability.

Even the physical body can be crushed into Qi. The bottlenecks that prevent one from breaking through the first or second level can be directly smashed into powder, mixed in the Qi, and moved together.

It can truly be described as "so terrifying".

"Junior brother, I..." Dongshan's voice choked. He grabbed He Songling's hand and didn't even know what to say.

Are you thanking them? Are you thanking them verbally? Are you repaying them? What do they need from you?

For a moment, Dongshan didn't know what he should do.

"Brother Dongshan, please don't be polite. We are brothers, so why should we be so divided? Besides, you have been the chairman of the Nisheng Group for me for so many years, and I have to thank you for that. This is nothing to me."

He Songling patted Dongshan on the shoulder and said, "If you really want to thank me, then I will let you down..."

"What do you mean? I can do anything and I won't feel wronged at all!" Mr. Dongshan said decisively.

"Okay, I ask you to continue working at the Nisheng Group and be the chairman. You can't go back to the Trinity Sect. You are still a disciple of the Trinity Sect. Both your master and I, who will become the sect leader in the future, will recognize this."

He Songling heard Dongshan's words and stopped being polite with him. He said directly: "But you are not one of those disciples who only practice in the square. Do you understand? If you insist, you are an outer sect disciple, or an outer sect elder.

I know that this is really unfair to you, a great master of the second level, but you know more about the group's affairs than I do. I really don't have enough manpower and I really can't do without people."

"I thought it was something else." Dongshan looked at He Songling's serious behavior just now and even thought of the outrageous guess that he asked him to assassinate his master. However, he did not expect that He Songling would let him continue to be the chairman of the Ni Sheng Group.

"What kind of grievance is this? When you were not in the group, I was always the best among all the people. Even Joseph, the second largest shareholder, could only barely stand up to me. If you spread the word, how many people would kowtow to get a benefit that they couldn't get, and you call this a grievance?"

Dongshan laughed loudly, "Brother, I have been down the mountain for nearly forty years. My mind has long been mixed and wild. My heart is full of worldly thoughts. It is impossible for me to practice Taoism anymore. Even if you let me go back to the mountain now and meditate in Taoist robes, I still can't calm down."

"Wuyu, I'll leave everything to you during my absence!"

"No... Wait a minute!" Dongshan asked doubtfully, "Where are you going now?"

"I'm going to play."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)