Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 170 Erlang's Successor, the Demon King Reappears

The secret teachings of immortals and the profound mysteries have separated me from the Dao.

Whether it be mountains, water, or cliffs, whether it be gold, treasures, or copper and iron.

It may be a phoenix, a dragon, a tiger, or a lion.

With the wind, it casts a shadow yet remains invisible; attending the Peach Banquet adds to one's longevity.

After receiving the teachings from the Great King, Zhang Chulan asked him what the wonders of this mental technique were. The Great King didn't say much, but simply recited the poem to him. Then, he couldn't wait to use his hair to control himself and carried him to the market down the mountain to buy things.

From this perspective, the Great King truly loves the human world. Thanks to the modern, complete industrial system and global economy, the booming consumer goods have successfully attracted this great demon king.

Well, at least the king's stomach has been tempted.

After finishing his work on his mount, Zhang Chulan first reported the King's news to Chairman Zhao, and then spent the entire night cultivating this supernatural power.

Although he was being watched by everyone because of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, which annoyed him to no end, the mental cultivation method given by the Great King was different.

In the end, I really hadn't practiced the Qi Source Flow technique before; it was a completely undeserved disaster. But if I had mastered it, I could have slapped the Quanxing Sect and those two old dogs, King Lü, one slap each!

The thought that this was the divine power of the True Lord Erlang of Qingyuan Miaodao made Zhang Chulan's heart itch. He wished he could quickly master it in one day, achieve great success in two days, and reach perfection in three days, and directly become someone who doesn't eat beef.

However, reality is cruel. As it turns out, this supernatural power is not something that just anyone can master. Zhang Chulan practiced all night following the incantation given by the Great King, but nothing happened.

Of course, Zhang Chulan believed that the main responsibility for not being able to master it did not lie with him, because the Great King really did nothing after giving him the mental cultivation method and formula. There were no annotations? No hints? Not even the key points were mentioned, which was no different from letting him figure it out by himself.

With no other option, Zhang Chulan could only follow the conventional path of extraordinary individuals, staying up all night to break down the incantation word by word, trying to draw a map of the Qi circulation routes corresponding to the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.

But halfway through this step, Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded. The incantation was so vague and confusing that if he tried to break it down and match it, he couldn't even get through a single cycle of Qi circulation, let alone get through smoothly. It was completely wrong.

Thinking of what the king had said, he thought that perhaps the cultivation system in the king's era was different from the current one, but he didn't want to waste his time.

So he gritted his teeth and changed his approach, deciding to try anything, no matter what. He stopped trying to figure out the secrets of Qi circulation and sat cross-legged on the couch, silently reciting the mantra word by word, hoping to find a breakthrough through instinct.

As a result, this thought lingered for an entire night.

He recited from the moon high in the sky until dawn, until his lips were almost worn out. He was so sleepy that his head was nodding off, and his dantian didn't even stir, let alone generate any unusual activity.

In the end, he stared at the ceiling, with only one thought in his mind.

Your Majesty, are you just making fun of me?

Finally, when the first rays of sunlight climbed over the ridge of Longhu Mountain and shone on Zhang Chulan's face, they turned his doubts and confusion into two dark circles, along with deep weariness, which were imprinted on his eyes.

An hour later, in the private dining hall reserved for the Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Chulan sat down next to Feng Baobao with a bowl of bland white porridge, looking dejected.

"Your Majesty, how exactly is this mental cultivation method practiced? I've been practicing it all night, but I haven't seen any results."

Locke, who was eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables, was somewhat surprised, but it was also within his expectations.

The Locke family has always understood one thing: for them, the memories of the characters they play are also a treasure.

However, unless it's a cutting-edge technology, it's difficult to replicate other extraordinary system powers derived from character cards in the local market.

The only successful example is Type-Moon, but Type-Moon is a special case, and it is difficult to replicate Type-Moon's operations elsewhere; it also depends on compatibility.

After Locke transformed into Huang Feng, he sensed that the power system of Black Myth was currently the most compatible with the world of Under One Person.

Because he has already tried it, he has modified the Thunder Magic Golden Light Mantra, the Divine Mask, and other methods to not only perfectly match the power system of Black Myth, which is based on spiritual essence, but also to enhance it with spiritual essence.

But whether it can really be passed down is not something that can be determined by one's own feelings alone. Locke felt that he still had to test it, so Zhang Chulan became the most suitable guinea pig.

"I failed. I tried too. Logically speaking, you should be more suitable to train than me, a ferret. I was able to train successfully, so it's probably not right for you to fail. Tell me, how did you train?"

Afterwards, Zhang Chulan told Locke about how he had been reciting the incantation all night. Locke was silent for a moment before recovering and asking incredulously, "You mean, you thought it was wrong, so you recited it all night?"

"Well, but if you follow that formula, you can't form a complete cycle of Qi at all, Your Majesty. If you mess up the flow of Qi, it's no joke."

"Oh, that seems so, it certainly is for you. I forgot about that."

Realizing they were indeed different from him, Locke thought for a moment, then prepared to make one last attempt. After jumping onto Zhang Chulan's head, he said to him, "Come on, little Lanzi, let's go to a quiet place. The King will personally give you some pointers."

Two hours later, the stands at the martial arts arena on the back of Longhu Mountain were already packed with various sects' extraordinary individuals who had arrived early to reserve their seats.

After the strange yellow wind that swept across the entire mountain a few days ago, many people with sensitive minds or divination skills did indeed pack up and leave the mountain overnight. However, the vast majority of people remained on the mountain.

After all, there shouldn't be any problems with the joint statement from the Old Master and the company. Moreover, for these extraordinary individuals who are scattered all over the world, the Luo Tian Grand Gathering is a grand event that can bring together most of the extraordinary schools and top masters in the world. They might not encounter it more than a few times in their lifetime, so no one would be willing to leave just like that.

As the sun rose higher, the noise from the stands grew louder and louder.

Familiar sects and friends from the same circle gathered together, munching on sunflower seeds and chatting idly. The topics circled back and forth, but ultimately they couldn't escape the great commotion that had shaken the world of supernatural beings in the past few days.

"Old Zhao, why are you here so early today? Didn't you slap your thigh yesterday and say you'd pack your bags and head down the mountain as soon as it got dark?" The speaker was a bald old man with a cloth satchel slung over his shoulder. He nudged the person next to him with his elbow, looking mischievous.

The middle-aged man called Old Zhao took a puff of his pipe, blew out a smoke ring, and waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, wasn't it because we didn't know anything yesterday? Now that the Celestial Master himself has said that everything is fine on the mountain, if I don't trust you, old man, don't I trust the Celestial Master?"

"Hey! You old codger, so you've been making fun of me here, haven't you?" The bald old man chuckled, slapping him on the back. "Stop talking nonsense. To put it bluntly, you just can't bear to see this good show on stage. Do you think no one can't see that?"

Old Zhao chuckled, not refuting, "That's not wrong. The thought that the true successor of the Qi Body Source Stream is actually a shameless bastard makes my hands itch. I have to see with my own eyes what outrageous new tricks this kid will pull today."

"That's right!" The bald old man immediately leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Hey, come to the honest conclusion, did you buy any tickets at the betting event down the mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao's face instantly broke into an unconcealable smile. He rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice even further: "Hehe, not much, just bought a little. I bought it so that this kid can still cheat his way to victory in the game today."

"You little rascal—hehe, I bought one too."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and exchanged a knowing smile.

Meanwhile, not far from them, Wang Ye, who had also not slept well all night, sat in the stands, pondering the things that had been bothering him lately.

I had only anticipated that the Celestial Master might be in trouble, which is why I chose to go down the mountain to face the calamity. But who could have imagined that after the yellow wind three days ago, I tried it again and found that the Celestial Master's calamity had passed and my own calamity had arrived!

Moreover, he had a premonition that he absolutely could not leave Longhu Mountain. He had to stay until the Luotian Grand Ceremony ended. However, the longer he stayed on Longhu Mountain, the more he felt like he was being watched all the time.

This kept him up all night. He wanted to seek answers in the inner world, but he was afraid of being swallowed up by the answers. In the end, he could only take it one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye couldn't help but slap himself. "Serves you right for being so foolish! Why did you have to meddle in other people's business? Who is the Old Celestial Master? Does he need your concern? I really shouldn't have learned this Feng Hou Qi Men technique; it really caused trouble!"

Not far from the stands, on the top of an eave, a little sparrow with incredibly bright eyes stood there, thoughtfully staring at its good-for-nothing apprentice in the stands.

Only one thought kept running through his mind: should he take this kid and take a gamble, and leave Longhu Mountain, this place of turmoil destined to turn the world upside down, as soon as possible, so that his only successor wouldn't perish in Longhu Mountain without knowing why?

Unexpectedly, just as this thought popped into his mind, an overwhelming force instantly overwhelmed all his senses. A warm, large hand precisely caught him, the little sparrow, in its palm, and the fingertips gently stroked his feathers with a touch of gentle force.

He was captured so easily, without even having a chance to adjust the four positions on the Feng Hou Pan, that he was no better than an ordinary sparrow.

"You are truly at ease, benefactor. With such supernatural powers as to transform into all things and conceal one's form, you must be a proud and arrogant person."

But the world is so vast, there's nowhere one can't go. Why insist on plunging headlong into this muddy water and getting involved in this mess?

Zhou Sheng, who was tightly restrained, struggled to break free in vain. He realized that he had been placed under a restriction the moment he was captured, and his whole body went numb instantly.

After comprehending the true changes of Feng Hou Qi Men, this was the first time he hadn't even sensed the opponent's aura, nor had he had a chance to manipulate the central palace to stabilize the situation. He was thus helplessly seized in someone's hands.

This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.

As the creator of Feng Hou Qi Men, he is the central palace within his own chart, a ruler who controls all directions, times, and changes in fortune and misfortune in the world.

You can say that his fighting skills aren't top-notch, but you can't say that his ability to escape is lacking. If he wants to leave, no one in the world can stop him.

However, after learning that the great demon king from those legends had appeared in the world, Zhou Sheng was no longer so sure. And now, seeing that he had only made a little move, he was captured on the spot.

This is terrifying, absolutely terrifying, Fourth Brother. Did you already know all this all along?

Unexpectedly, just when Zhou Shengxin was at his lowest point, thinking that he was definitely not going to escape this time, the restrictions that locked down his meridians and sealed off all the changes of the Feng Hou Qi Men suddenly disappeared without warning.

The large hand that had been holding him so firmly that he couldn't move even a hair's breadth was slowly released, giving him complete freedom.

"It's a pity that Buddhism and Taoism are different, otherwise this humble monk would really like to sit down with you and have a proper discussion about the changes in this world and the origin of the Great Tao."

That gentle, deep voice rang out again, carrying a hint of genuine regret, yet also concealing an inexplicable threat.

"However, for now, this humble monk advises you to withdraw as soon as possible and not get involved in this murky water any further."

Zhou Sheng dared not hesitate for a moment. Having escaped death, he could barely keep his wings steady. He immediately activated the remaining energy in his body, transforming into a barely perceptible stream of light, and was about to disappear into the shadows of the eaves of the stands.

In the final moment before he fled, unable to suppress the turbulent emotions surging within him, he finally turned back and glanced at the scene one last time.

With just one glance, he recognized the figure sitting cross-legged on the eaves.

He was a stout, pot-bellied monk with his dark gold robe half-open, revealing his round belly. His thick, yellowish-brown eyebrows almost reached his eyes, and his face was covered with a tangled, curly, yellowish-brown beard that obscured most of his face.

Despite having a gentle and dignified Buddhist appearance, he carries an air of superiority and disdain for the world.

It's as if he were the Buddha who attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, not the one on Mount Ling.

At the same moment that Huang Mei stopped Zhou Sheng and thwarted his plan to escape with his disciples, in another separate waiting area of ​​Longhu Mountain, Zhang Lingyu, the tenth disciple and closed-door disciple of the Old Celestial Master, was standing in the shadows beside the stage with his eyes downcast.

He, who was usually aloof and composed, was now unconsciously fiddling with the hem of his Taoist robe, his tongue still savoring the lingering sweetness of the elixir given to him by the Taoist elder the night before.

Although I still don't know why that senior would bestow this pill upon me, since that senior also understands thunder magic and the Golden Light Mantra, he must also be from Longhu Mountain. However, he must have some unspeakable reason, so I don't need to investigate too much.

At this moment, he was more concerned about the changes that the pill had brought to him. He could feel the Yin Five Thunder Origin Breath surging endlessly in his dantian. An overwhelming power was flowing continuously through the twelve meridians to his limbs and bones. The stagnation that Yin Five Thunder used to be so difficult to resolve was completely cleansed by this power.

One pill entering his body was equivalent to the power he had gained from ten years of secluded cultivation.

As this power continued to emerge, Zhang Lingyu felt that his understanding of thunder magic had become much clearer.

He had always known how unfathomable his master Zhang Zhiwei's realm was, but at this moment, he uncontrollably had a thought that even he found absurd.

Now, perhaps I can really compete with my master.

When Zhang Lingyu stepped onto the stage, his usually elegant Taoist robe fluttered wildly in the wind, completely losing his usual composure and dignity, and even appearing overly arrogant.

Zhang Lingyu looked at his opponent, Qingfu Shendan Shitong, with undisguised contempt in his eyes. Without waiting for the other party to greet him, he charged straight at him, recklessly squandering the power he had just gained. He was no longer the gentle and refined, perfectly restrained heir of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

In just a few breaths, Qingfu Shen Dan Shitong, who should have been Zhang Chulan's opponent, was defeated without any dignity under the raging thunder attack before he could do anything. It even made people wonder if the two sides had a grudge.

At the same moment, the sound of a gong fell on another martial arts arena. Zhang Chulan raised his hand, tugged at his still slightly wrinkled employee uniform, and slowly stood in the center of the arena.

He looked up at the opposite side, his gaze landing on his opponent, Yun, who wore a measuring ruler and a mask and exuded an extremely high-class aura. He unconsciously recalled what the king had said earlier.

"Boy, if you can master this technique, you'll be worthy of the title of True Lord's successor. I'll forgive your past transgressions, but from today onward, you must live up to the title of True Lord. Your actions must no longer be frivolous or shameless. I don't want to hear that kind of title again."

"Go on, get on the field. Let me see, let the whole world see, your true skills!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, silently recited the Erlang Mind Technique, and began to mobilize the Qi in his body. As the battle began, his eyes widened instantly, revealing golden light. In just a moment, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and appeared behind Yun.

To Lei's disbelief, a voice came from behind: "Excuse me, could you please pass by?"

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