Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 168 Quanxing and Niu Shengying, Acting as Gods, Performing a Grand Opera

After the inexplicable sandstorm that appeared on Longhu Mountain, the entire Luotian Grand Ceremony was ruined by the storm. It took Chairman Zhao and the Old Celestial Master three days of joint efforts to refute the rumors and finally suppress the matter.

But people aren't stupid. They only pretended to be stupid because they were forced by the company's power and respected the authority of the Celestial Master's Mansion. This also attracted more busybodies to the mountain.

For example, completeness.

A few kilometers away from Longhu Mountain, a chemical warehouse that has been abandoned for many years stands alone in the desolate wilderness. The rusty roller shutter door is tightly closed, the peeling paint on the walls reveals the red bricks underneath, and the air is filled with the lingering smell of rust and mildew.

Several Quanxing experts, exuding a menacing aura, stood guard against the door with their backs against the wall. These people, who were usually extremely respectful to Xia Liuqing, now stood blocking the doorway and refused to budge an inch, confronting this Quanxing elder with a tense standoff.

"Huang Dan, what's this? You six thieves have grown wings, daring to block your Grandpa Xia's path? Want to try Grandpa Xia's methods?"

Faced with Xia Liuqing's anger, one of the six thieves, Yan Jianxi Huangdan, remained completely calm, his expression and tone almost frighteningly indifferent.

He raised his hand and waved to signal the people behind him not to make any rash moves. He spoke in a humble yet assertive manner: "Elder Xia, you are overthinking this. How could we brothers dare to be disrespectful to you in the slightest? It's just that the acting sect leader is inside discussing important matters with that person. We are ordered to guard the gate, and no one is allowed to enter. Please don't make things difficult for us."

Upon hearing that it was Gong Qing's order, Xia Liuqing frowned slightly. He felt that things were getting increasingly strange. In just a few days, this ridiculous acting sect leader was actually able to get the Six Thieves to guard his gate.

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

Xia Liuqing never followed the training path of ordinary extraordinary people. He was born into an entertainment family, cultivated a divine mask, and followed the shamanistic path of concentrating his spirit through incense and faith. His skills and even the foundation of his Qi circulation were completely different from ordinary cultivators. While others cultivated themselves, he borrowed from heaven and earth.

It is precisely because of this that he can perceive, with a hundred times more keen sensitivity than others, the scattered, ownerless incense offerings and the vows and beliefs of all living beings, just like the breath he breathes.

In fact, he had clearly sensed something was wrong a month or two ago. The scattered, ownerless incense and faith in the world seemed to have been disturbed by something inexplicable, yet it was genuinely affecting his cultivation.

Especially after the strong wind that swept through Longhu Mountain three days ago, Xia Liuqing's unease reached its peak. He couldn't even stabilize the Qi in his upper dantian. He was afraid of making a mistake if he wasn't careful. This was really unusual for an old man like him who had been cultivating for decades.

This deep-seated fear and anxiety, this panic that he couldn't suppress no matter how he tried to calm himself, tormented him for several days. If he had to describe it...

It was like a thief who had been hiding for decades finally hearing the footsteps of the victim coming to his door.

Just then, the small door of the warehouse creaked open, and Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, poked his head out with his signature smile, greeting Xia Liuqing, "Oh, Elder Xia, you've arrived! Come in quickly, the King has been wanting to see you."

The six thieves, who had been on the verge of drawing their swords, instantly made way for each other with utmost respect. This scene made Xia Liuqing's expression even more solemn, and the unease in her heart instantly rose to its peak.

"Great King? What kind of title is that? He's been a member of Quanxing his whole life and has never heard of such a person."

Xia Liuqing looked up and stared at Gong Qing. After a moment of silence, she finally took a step and followed him across the door.

My original plan to leave vanished instantly.

Because he was a member of the Quanxing sect, the villain Xia Liuqing, someone who had survived countless battles and was once a veteran of the Quanxing sect who followed Wugensheng all over the country, even venturing into Longhu Mountain. He had his own pride.

Even if there were dragon's den or tiger's lair ahead, or the King of Hell's palace that could take his life, he absolutely could not show the slightest fear in front of these juniors and let these immature brats laugh at him!

Thinking of this, Xia Liuqing turned her head and coldly glanced at the junior at the door, snorted, lifted her clothes and stepped into the warehouse, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

Then, the next second, he regretted it.

There were no lights in the warehouse, only a few rays of sunlight leaking through the hole in the ceiling, barely illuminating the iron frame in the center of the warehouse. The moment his gaze fell on it, every hair on his body stood on end, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and he even choked on his breath.

It was a wicked child covered in scarlet aura, with sharp teeth and a ferocious face. He sat barefoot and casually on top of the iron frame. Although he was a child, his body exuded a pressure that oppressed his soul.

Xia Liuqing had spent his entire life cultivating the mask of divinity, and his perception of the power of incense and prayers was more acute than that of any other extraordinary person in the world. With just one glance, he could clearly see that the scattered, ownerless power of worship throughout the world was gathering on that wicked child like rivers flowing into the sea, autonomously and fervently, as docile as a weary bird returning to its nest.

At first glance, this way of gathering the power of will is no different from the method of "using sex to perform the divine" of his lineage of entertainers, but Xia Liuqing knows better than anyone else that it is pure nonsense!

Because he himself knew that his methods were nothing more than strange tricks and ingenious techniques, using the nature of the gods to perform the role of gods, but in essence it was still just acting, using the power of incense and prayers.

But he doesn't need to act at all, because all those incense offerings and prayers belong to someone else—he is a god!

Extreme fear, like an icy hand, instantly gripped Xia Liuqing's heart, choking her breath.

In his eyes, the mischievous child with a playful expression suddenly twisted and swelled up, his upper body shrouded in shadow, transforming into a towering demon, opening its blood-red maw as if the sky were collapsing, ready to crush him, the ground beneath his feet, and the sky above his head, into dust.

"Oh? You actually noticed?"

The evil boy, who was sitting cross-legged and lounging on the iron frame, raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his scarlet eyes. He really did look at Xia Liuqing with newfound respect.

But this is good, it proves that his divine mask is really useful and can make his plan more in line with requirements.

Then, he chuckled, his tone casual and mocking, and continued, "It seems that not all of you scoundrels are completely useless trash."

Gong Qing stood aside, watching Xia Liuqing tremble like a leaf, as if she had Parkinson's disease, and could barely stand. He sighed inwardly.

He quickly stepped forward, bowing and smiling obsequiously to smooth things over, afraid that if the king teased him any further, this elder of the Quanxing Sect would collapse on the spot. After all, he was an old man who had followed Wugensheng's era, and he couldn't afford to lose face in front of the younger generation: "Your Majesty, please stop teasing him. Elder Xia is old and can't take it."

The mischievous boy finally gave up his teasing, and the surging crimson aura receded like the tide, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only the boy's figure. He was still casually perched on the iron frame, and Chong Xia Liu Qing casually beckoned him to come forward.

Without the deadly pressure, Xia Liuqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. After being so frightened, he had no spare thoughts and obediently walked forward. The mischievous boy leaped from his body and landed in front of Xia Liuqing, carefully observing the meridians and energy pathways around his body.

After a long pause, he finally looked up, his tone as casual as if he were ordering his servant: "Show me your little trick of using incense to perform divine rituals."

Xia Liuqing wasn't stupid; she naturally knew what the other person was referring to. Trembling, she took out the shimmering gloves from her pocket, but the mischievous boy glanced at them and said, "The other one."

Xia Liuqing trembled violently, not daring to ask another question. She quickly changed into another pair of gloves, put them on, took a deep breath, and wiped her face with them.

A flash of light appeared, and a majestic monkey face mask instantly covered his face, causing his aura of power to surge dramatically.

[Divine Mask: The Monkey King]

Just as Xia Liuqing focused her mind and was about to activate her willpower to enter a state of divine inspiration, her gaze met that of the wicked child in front of her once again.

With just one glance, his aura exploded instantly.

The Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian was the first to fail, and the innate Qi was thrown into chaos. Extreme fear rushed up the spine to the top of the head. Then the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, which governs the mind, and the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, which governs the Qi of the whole body, collapsed one after another. The originally orderly flow of Qi went astray in an instant, and the power of will gathered in the body was completely out of control. Once the essence, Qi and spirit collapsed, it could no longer support the divine performance.

puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and the monkey face mask that had just formed on his face vanished instantly like shattered glass. He staggered back half a step and almost fell to the ground.

He played gods his whole life, but in his old age, he suffered a complete setback with the very godhood mask he was best at. The extreme fear caused the godhood mask to backfire on him.

A soft laugh rang in my ears.

The mischievous child squatted in front of him with his legs spread apart, tilting his head, his scarlet eyes filled with undisguised mockery. As the man trembled uncontrollably, the child slowly spoke: "You've been an actor your whole life, how come you can't even play Sun Wukong properly? Or is it that—"

He leaned forward, his laughter deepening, "Are you that afraid of me?"

Xia Liuqing knelt down with a thud, not daring to lift her head, her whole body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

"I am but a lowly actor, how dare I presume to do such a charlatan and deceitful thing in front of the Holy Infant King!"

Xia Liuqing had been a member of the Quanxing Sect his entire life, braving mountains of knives and seas of fire, rolling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He considered himself a tough guy who dared to do what he did and take responsibility. Losing his head was nothing more than a scar the size of a bowl. He had never been afraid of death in his life.

But now, every bone in his body was trembling uncontrollably. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that even death might not be a relief.

As the user of the divine mask, he is probably one of the few people in this world who truly understands the realm of becoming a saint.

He had only used a smattering of faith to manifest supernatural powers, yet he had managed to gain a foothold in the Quanxing Sect and survive until now. But when he actually saw the god he had played his whole life, all that remained in his heart was utter terror.

He didn't really care at first. He even asked his master if this behavior would displease the gods. His master just smiled and told him that the gods they were playing were fictional beings and there was no need to care.

Now, Xia Liuqing just wanted to yell at his master, who had been dead for who knows how many years, "Bullshit! The real person is standing right in front of him, and you're saying he doesn't exist?"

Seeing Xia Liuqing adopt such a humble and submissive posture, not even daring to raise her head, Locke was naturally very satisfied.

He straightened up, chuckled, and casually flicked his finger, sending a tiny, blood-red spark rolling off.

The spark looked inconspicuous, but it exploded the moment it hit the ground, turning into a surging tide of golden-red flames! There was no choking smoke, no scorching heat waves, only crystal-clear flames that precisely wrapped around the abandoned iron frame several meters high behind it.

As soon as the rusty, heavy channel steel touched the flame, the mottled rust on its surface instantly vaporized and disappeared without a trace. The black, hard, and cold iron sheet was instantly heated to a bright white and melted without any resistance, like beeswax that had been heated.

In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated, rusty abandoned iron frame was transformed by the refining of the crimson flames into an iron throne that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

The musty and rusty smells in the warehouse were instantly swept away by the high temperature. The scattered discarded cardboard boxes and wood chips were silently carbonized in the extreme heat, burning away Xia Liuqing's restless heart along with them.

At that moment, he felt incredibly fortunate.

Locke leaped onto the throne, sat comfortably with his long legs crossed, adopting a lazy posture as if he were a king of the mountain, and slowly said, "Get up. You're lucky, old bird. Since my resurrection, I've absorbed too much of the power of good deeds, and my temper has improved a lot. Otherwise, with your ability to steal incense and perform divine deeds, I would definitely punish you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Liuqing seized the opportunity, kowtowed deeply, and shouted, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Majesty! From now on, I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty without hesitation!"

"Alright, enough with the pretense. Get up and hand over your mask, and I'll spare your life."

Xia Liuqing didn't dare delay and quickly presented the two masks, each engraved with the images of Sun Wukong and Nezha, with both hands. Niu Shengying accepted them with satisfaction, turned to Gong Qing beside him, and asked indifferently, "How are the preparations going?"

"Your Majesty, Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er are currently forging the Fire Cloud Chariot for you. Although the Quanxing group of experts do not know your true identity, I have already summoned them to the mountain, where they are lying in ambush around the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"Your Majesty, when shall we make our move?"

Xia Liuqing, who was standing to the side, looked up in surprise, then hurriedly lowered her head again, not daring to even breathe.

Niu Shengying, seated on the throne, stroked the divine mask in his hand with his fingertips, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer. This show can't be put on by me alone. The more old friends come, the more interesting the show will be."

Upon hearing this, Xia Liuqing, who had been looking down, recalled the yellow wind that had struck Longhu Mountain three days prior. Her cloudy eyes widened involuntarily before rapidly contracting again.

Could it be that... the Great Sage Yellow Wind?

Meanwhile, at this moment, the martial arts arena of the Celestial Master's Mansion was filled with the intense competition of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

The stands were packed with people from all the famous sects in the world of supernatural beings, all eyes fixed on the two people facing off on the stage. No one noticed that on the top of Feng Baobao's head in the corner of the stands, there was a yellow-haired weasel that had been munching on candied fruit for half a day.

The yellow-haired weasel wasn't just busy eating and waiting for its clone to finish everything; it also had its own things to do.

After all, he only possessed Huang Feng's memories and supernatural powers. To portray the gods of other demon kings, he had to fake their supernatural powers.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing on the martial arts stage, or rather, the Samadhi True Fire of the Zhuge family, is his task and the key to perfecting the disguise of Red Boy.

Thinking of this, Locke, perched atop Feng Baobao's head, couldn't help but think to himself:

Comrade Xiaoqing, is it really impossible to increase the speed of cultivating the Samadhi True Fire any further?

"Achoo!"

Somewhere a few kilometers away, a man who looked nine-tenths like Zhuge Qing sneezed unusually. Suspecting that someone was after him, he entered the inner realm to see how serious the matter was.

Subsequently, an unknown martial artist saw in the inner realm that the fireball was as hot and intense as the sun.

He then realized that something terrible had happened.

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