Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 167 Samadhi Divine Wind, Long Unused

"Tell me, what exactly is that little bastard Zhang Chulan hiding from us?"

Near a grove of trees not far from the market, Xu Si took the opportunity to smoke a cigarette and pulled Xu San aside to talk about Zhang Chulan. However, Xu Si pushed up his glasses, thinking about something else entirely.

"I'm more concerned about the immortals than that."

Xu Si leaned against the tree trunk behind him, a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Third Brother, don't you think Chairman Zhao and Chairman Su's attitude this time is very unusual?"

Xu San immediately understood his brother's meaning and nodded.

"I understand what you mean. The immortals broke the agreement from back then and illegally infiltrated the mainland. Chairman Zhao summoned the heads of various regions to set up a search for the immortals. There was no problem with the procedure."

"That's right, but what's strange is that his attitude towards this matter is too incomprehensible."

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Xu Si was never an incompetent fool; he was able to take over his father's job and secure his position as head of the North China region.

He had long since keenly sensed that Chairman Zhao's attitude towards this immortal who had broken the rules and ventured beyond Shanhaiguan was completely wrong.

Logically speaking, the fact that a deity has left Changbai Mountain and gone directly to the mainland is a matter that could be considered a big or small thing, and the fact that there has been no news about it for so long should be considered a good thing.

But Chairman Zhao, the longer it went on, the more anxious he became.

Most importantly, Chairman Zhao didn't reveal a single word about the other party's background or connections to these regional managers, or even the other directors. He only kept emphasizing one point over and over again.

If we find them, we must be extremely cautious and show absolutely no disrespect. We must notify them immediately.

This is also what Xu San and Xu Si found most suspicious. Chairman Zhao's behavior was too intriguing, even bordering on abnormal.

However, even Director Su, who was sent by the authorities to oversee the matter, stood by Director Zhao's side throughout. Even if the two had doubts, they didn't ask any more questions. They just followed the instructions and did their jobs properly. There was no need for them to worry about it.

"I heard that Chairman Zhao has used every means at his disposal, but still hasn't found a single clue. My friend at headquarters said that if there are still no leads after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Chairman Zhao will launch a nationwide carpet search."

"A nationwide, carpet-bombing search?"

Xu San's words made Xu Si laugh. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and waved his hand.

"Where did you hear such outrageous news? How could that be? Never mind all that, just focus on our own business."

He stood up and gestured for Xu San to walk out: "Let's go, Chu Lan should have bought the tickets by now, it's time to go up the mountain."

"By the way, speaking of immortals, Chu Lan specifically asked me about immortals a few days ago, and seemed quite interested."

Xu Si raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Is that unusual?"

"A little."

"interesting."

Just as Xu Si was smoking a cigarette and pondering Zhang Chulan's unusual inquiries about the immortals, Xu San, who was beside him, suddenly stiffened and abruptly raised his hand to pat his shoulder.

Just as Xu Si was about to turn around and complain, he saw Xu San's face turn pale, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably as he pointed directly at Zhang Chulan, who was being dragged forward by Feng Baobao not far away. More accurately, he pointed at the top of Feng Baobao's head. "Si'er, can you help me see if that thing has any Qi?"

Xu Si glanced casually in the direction he was pointing, and the next second, he was frozen in place, the playfulness on his face vanished instantly, and only two explosive words remained in his mind: "Immortal Family".

In the secluded reception room of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the finest Longhu Mountain tea floated and sank in the cup, its aroma wafting through the air, yet it couldn't suppress the almost suffocating atmosphere that filled the room.

Zhao Fangxu recounted everything that had happened during this period, including Master Jiekong's encounter with the guardian deity of Luojia Mountain late at night, Grandma Hu San Tai personally coming to inform him of the disappearance of Huang Feng Da Sheng, and the entire world of supernatural beings being able to find no trace of him despite their efforts to monitor him. He did not miss a single detail.

He put down his teacup, looked at the white-haired old man at the head of the table, and asked with unprecedented solemnity, "So, Master, what do you think of this matter?"

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes and fell silent, not even daring to meet Zhao Fangxu's gaze. He knew in his heart that if the other party hadn't truly been driven to desperation, they would never have traveled so far to beg him for help.

Logically and emotionally, as a Celestial Master, he should have made a statement, but being bound by the Celestial Master's Seal, he could neither speak freely nor do anything.

Even compared to the overwhelmed Zhao Fangxu, Zhang Zhiwei was the most bewildered one.

A ferret stealing lamp oil? A black bear stealing a monk's robe?

Having lived for almost a century and been invincible, Zhang Zhiwei is truly speechless to encounter such a thing in his old age.

Furthermore, the Celestial Master's ordination passed down through generations of Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain doesn't mention these characters who came out of Journey to the West at all! What on earth is going on here??

However, Zhao Fangxu and the other two thought he was just weighing his options and hesitating, and the air in the room became even more tense.

In the end, Zhang Zhiwei could only carefully consider his words, trying to speak without violating the prohibitions.

"Boss—"

He had barely uttered a word when Zhao Fangxu's phone suddenly rang, the urgent ringtone instantly shattering the stillness in the room.

Zhao Fangxu frowned, intending to hang up immediately, but the words "Xu Si" flashing on the screen made him stop in his tracks.

Zhang Zhiwei naturally noticed the hesitation on his face, smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was fine for him to answer the phone first. Zhao Fangxu didn't stand on ceremony, apologized, and immediately pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Xiao Si, what's up?"

Zhao Fangxu answered the phone and asked in a deep voice.

"Uncle Zhao, it seems we've found that immortal being."

"???" Zhao Fangxu sat up straight instantly, his face full of astonishment.

Guan Shihua, who had been listening intently nearby, couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped up and shouted in a trembling voice, "They found the ancestor???"

The shout startled Zhao Fangxu. He looked at Guan Shihua speechlessly, and she realized that she had been too out of line, so she sat back down with an embarrassed smile.

Zhao Fangxu then spoke into the phone again, his voice tense, and asked, "Where are you?"

"Right here at Longhu Mountain, in the market at the mountain gate."

17

"Okay, send me your location. I'm at the Celestial Master's Mansion, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fangxu looked at Master Jiekong, Guan Shihua, and Zhang Zhiwei present and invited, "So, everyone, would you like to join us?"

Xu Si hung up the phone, quickly sent the location to Chairman Zhao, and put the phone back in his pocket, his palms already sweating.

His carefree and nonchalant demeanor vanished completely, replaced by a solemn expression that seemed to drip with tears. His gaze was fixed on the yellow-haired weasel above Feng Baobao's head, happily munching on half a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips—the very same immortal that Quan Na Du Tong had searched the entire country for without finding a trace of.

He hesitated for a moment, then took half a step forward, bowed respectfully, and asked, "This junior is Xu Si. May I ask how you should address me, senior?"

"Me? I don't have a proper name. They used to call me either 'Your Majesty' or 'My National Preceptor,' while my master only ever called me 'You Unfilial Disciple.'" Locke raised his eyelids and said casually, "You can just call me Your Majesty."

After saying that, he took the orange that Feng Baobao handed him, ate it without changing his expression, and then reached out to ask for another one, saying, "It's so sour, give me another one."

"oh."

'

Feng Baobao responded, then bent down and took another petal, placing it above her head.

Seeing this, Xu San and Xu Si exchanged glances, seeing unease in each other's eyes. They wondered if the spirit that had made its home above the baby's head had noticed something.

The thought of the secret about their baby made them increasingly uneasy.

Compared to Xu San and Xu Si's tense unease, Zhang Chulan, who was holding snacks, appeared unusually silent. But only he knew the turbulent emotions that were churning within him when he saw Locke again.

Throughout history, the highest achievement that all cultivators in the world of supernatural beings have strived for their entire lives is to ascend to immortality.

Those prestigious sects that have been passed down for thousands of years, whether it is the Celestial Master's Mansion, Wudang Mountain, Quanzhen, or Zhengyi, have all been able to gain a foothold in the world of supernatural beings and be regarded as orthodox, all of which rely on the legacy of the ascension of their founders.

The phrase "ascending to immortality" represents the ultimate, unattainable goal in the minds of all those who are considered extraordinary.

Looking at the yellow-haired weasel munching on an orange on Bao'er's head, Zhang Chulan felt it was utterly absurd, because those immortal beings who were revered as gods by the entire world of supernatural beings were probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of this cute creature.

Not long ago, Zhang Chulan finally found the only clue in the book "The Original Meaning of Journey to the West," a work on the Five Elements Internal Alchemy, that matched Locke's identity.

"Yellow wind refers to the wind generated by the dryness of metal."

The book revered by Taoists as the standard for internal alchemy clearly states in a footnote: "Yellow wind is the wind generated by the dryness of metal."

According to the 100-chapter version of Journey to the West, this Yellow Wind is the one who wields the most powerful Samadhi Divine Wind in the Three Realms, and who can fight the Great Sage Equal to Heaven head-on for dozens of rounds without being at a disadvantage. He is none other than the master of Yellow Wind Cave on Yellow Wind Ridge—the Great Sage Yellow Wind.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan turned his gaze back to the yellow-haired ferret on Bao'er's head.

The Yellow Wind Great Sage, who was a powerful figure in mythology and could rival the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, fell into complete silence in comparison to the soft, adorable furry ball munching on an orange in front of him.

If my guess is true, upon closer reflection, the Eight Extraordinary Skills and the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony seem unimportant.

Afterwards, the group waited in a secluded courtyard for Zhao Fangxu and his party who had rushed over.

Guan Shihua spotted Locke above Feng Baobao's head at a glance, and immediately darted to Feng Baobao's side with a speed completely contrary to her appearance. She bowed slightly and whispered to Locke, "Oh dear, I've been looking for you everywhere, are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me? How many people in this world can harm me?" Locke replied casually, then, as if just realizing something, his gaze shifted to Master Jiekong beside him. "But this high monk has a foul, fishy smell about him. It seems he's seen a bear."

The atmosphere instantly turned cold. Before anyone else could react, Zhao Fangxu, sweating profusely, blurted out, "Ancestor, may I speak to you in private?"

"Sure, but I have one condition." Locke patted Feng Baobao on the head. "Take this little girl with you; she's my mount now."

He then turned to Zhang Chulan and said casually, "Also, Xiao Lanzi, you're fired."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu and Xu Si's gazes instantly fixed on Zhang Chulan, and Xu Si, having guessed the truth, looked at him with a murderous glare.

Zhang Chulan seemed frozen in place, his neck stiff as a rusty iron axle, slowly and rigidly turning towards Locke above Feng Baobao's head, his mind screaming wildly:

Bitter! "

The group climbed back up to the reception room of the Celestial Master's Mansion. The arduous journey up and down the thousand stone steps left the elderly Zhao Fangxu breathless. As soon as he entered, he leaned against the edge of the table to catch his breath, his temples damp with cold sweat that soaked his gray hair.

Seeing this, Locke, who was nestled on Feng Baobao's shoulder, casually flicked his fingertips, and a crystal-clear drop of water condensed out of thin air and gently landed on Zhao Fangxu's head.

The water droplets melted upon contact with the skin, and a refreshing warmth instantly spread from the top of my head to my limbs and bones. The exhaustion from staying up all night and the fatigue from climbing the mountain were swept away in the blink of an eye, and even my muddled mind became several times clearer.

This seemingly casual move instantly stunned everyone in the room. Zhao Fangxu immediately gave Xu San and Xu Si a look, and the two understood. They tried to pull Zhang Chulan away, but Locke stopped them, saying, "Little Lanzi, stay."

Instantly, everyone's gaze fell upon Zhang Chulan. Only then did everyone remember that this young man should have been the true protagonist of this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, but after the Demon King's appearance, he had long since become less important.

However, after the great demon appeared, he no longer seemed so important.

Zhao Fangxu composed himself, suppressing the turmoil surging within him. Carefully choosing his words, he cautiously began, still using the most respectful form of address: "Um, um—Grand Ancestor, is there some important matter you need to attend to after coming down from Changbai Mountain?"

He had already made up his mind that he would agree as long as the other party's request was not too outrageous, hoping to handle the matter discreetly as a diplomatic incident. However, the thought of the black bear made him realize that it might not be that simple.

Locke's next words instantly confirmed his deepest unease.

"Originally, there was nothing wrong. This world was still completely cut off from the heavens and earth, and even the spiritual energy had not been manifested. It must have been a world reshaped after countless eons."

"Immeasurable eons?"

Zhang Chulan and Zhao Fangxu both had the same question in their minds. However, unlike Zhao Fangxu, who genuinely didn't know, Zhang Chulan had read prehistoric novels and knew that this was a term from those novels. He wondered if the Great King was lying to them.

But Zhang Chulan immediately thought, "They're all powerful demon kings, what reason would they have to lie to us? It doesn't make sense."

"That's right." Locke raised his eyes, his tone tinged with self-deprecation. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain how we, who have lived for thousands of years, have become stories in folk tales. To be honest, when I first saw 'Journey to the West,' I was also shocked, and even doubted whether my memories were real."

but----"

The conversation abruptly stopped, and Locke opened his mouth and exhaled a wisp of yellow wind.

That thin, yellow wind, which seemed unable to even stir a fallen leaf, suddenly surged wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, under Zhang Zhiwei's undisguised look of terror.

In the blink of an eye, a vast expanse of yellow sand, accompanied by an unparalleled wind, swept across the entire Longhu Mountain, and the thousand-year-old Celestial Master's Mansion was instantly swallowed up by the sandstorm that blotted out the sky.

In an instant, the sky darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, and the entire mountain wall of Longhu Mountain trembled in the howling wind. The roar of the mountain collapsing and rocks splitting was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums even through the thick palace walls.

Even Zhang Zhiwei, the most powerful Taoist master in the world, felt a stinging pain and blurred vision in his eyes at this moment.

Even if Huang Feng had no intention of killing him, the divine wind that had once damaged the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's Fiery Eyes directly caused his spiritual altar, which he had guarded for nearly a hundred years, to instantly become covered in dust. His primordial spirit was tightly obscured by an invisible great force, and the delusions that had been suppressed in his heart for decades suddenly surged up uncontrollably.

He has lived for over a hundred years and has never had a true opponent since birth. He believes he has already reached the ceiling of cultivation in the world of supernatural beings. If he had not inherited the Heavenly Master's Degree, he would probably be qualified to reach the pinnacle of ascension. He could even put up a fight against a figure at the level of the Ascension Ancestor.

But only now did Zhang Zhiwei truly understand what it meant to say that one cannot discuss ice with a summer insect, or that an ant cannot see the blue sky.

He had cultivated Taoism for nearly a hundred years and read through all the Taoist classics. He had only heard that the Zhuge family possessed the secret technique of Samadhi True Fire, which he always thought was the pinnacle of human magic. However, he never expected that before he even saw the Samadhi True Fire, he would be thoroughly hit by this Samadhi Divine Wind, which was famous throughout the Three Realms.

At this moment, hearing the exclamations of the disciples at the foot of Fengli Mountain and feeling the Triple Burning Fire stirred up by the wind within his body, Zhang Zhiwei's last shred of hope was completely shattered.

He instantly understood the origin of this wind: the upper burner's lungs are dry and hot, the middle burner's spleen is damp and hot, and the lower burner's kidneys are hot and hot. The true fire of the three burners unites to create this wind of liver wood, which is the Samadhi Divine Wind that truly combines the origin of the five elements! No wonder it could damage the fiery eyes of the Monkey King.

He was absolutely certain that the person before him was an ancient deity who should never have appeared in this world.

Just as everyone was shocked, Locke had already withdrawn the Samadhi Divine Wind, comfortably reclining on Feng Baobao's head, and slowly said, "But this Samadhi Divine Wind cannot be faked."

Meanwhile, in the woods outside Longhu Mountain, Zhou Sheng, whose true form had been revealed by the Samadhi Divine Wind, sat slumped on the ground, unable to utter a single word for a long time.