Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 173 Overturning the Heavens! Lu Zhibo Liang

After the Old Celestial Master and Zhao Fangxu decided to speed up the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Lu Jin informed Lu Linglong in advance to withdraw from the competition. After the competition started, Lu Linglong and a group of friends patrolled Longhu Mountain to prevent Quanxing from causing trouble.

Of course, they didn't know that their mission was completely unnecessary. The company's experts had already filled up Longhu Mountain to the brim, practically placing two sentries on every tree, so much so that Lu Linglong and her group patrolled for two or three hours without finding anything at all.

Just then, the chaotic battle for the top 32 to 4 in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony had been going on for a while. After confirming that there should be nothing going on, Lu Linglong and her best friend Hua'er patrolled while watching the live broadcast.

However, to their surprise, Zhang Chulan finished the battle shortly after it began.

It's important to know that as the most watched group, Zhang Chulan's three opponents are not some nobody who doesn't deserve to be mentioned. On the contrary, they are three very well-known contestants.

They are: Tang Clan – Tang Wenlong, Wang Family – Wang Bing, Jia Family Village – Jia Zhengliang.

Tang Wenlong was already a top-tier player among the younger generation, Jia Zhengliang's twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives were the focus of the competition, and although Wang Bing didn't seem like much of a player, he demonstrated the Feng family's spirit-binding and general-commanding skills at the start of the competition, becoming a dark horse for a time.

However, they faced peers who were crowned as heirs of the Qi Body Source Flow but had a ten-year hiatus, and were then defeated by them with overwhelming superiority.

Yesterday, when Zhang Chulan fought Yun, everyone learned about the incredible speed of the Thunder Mode. Therefore, the three of them made ample preparations at the beginning of the battle to deal with Zhang Chulan's attacks.

With protective poisonous miasma, spirit-repelling protection, and flying knife shields, none of the three dared to underestimate Zhang Chulan after yesterday's performance. They even tacitly cooperated and united against a common enemy.

However, seeing Zhang Chulan standing there with his eyes closed, not making a move, Wang Bing assumed that the other party was intimidated by his methods. He immediately sneered, his face full of arrogance and disdain, and shouted at Zhang Chulan, "Zhang Chulan! You have absolutely no chance of winning against three people! But I can show you a way out. Why don't you obediently hand over the Body Source Flow to our Wang family, and I'll reluctantly join forces with you to deal with these two insignificant fellows!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhengliang and Tang Wenlong, who were standing nearby, turned around in shock, looking at Wang Bing as if he were a disabled person with an underdeveloped brain and a completely underdeveloped cerebellum.

Although they had heard of Wang Bing before and knew that this young man from the Wang family was a spoiled brat, they never expected him to be this stupid.

Yesterday, Zhang Chulan's strength on the field was evident to all. Even though he later made a fool of himself by walking his bird under the moon, no one dared to treat him as an easy target. Yet Wang Bing dared to try to get something for nothing and even thought he was qualified to negotiate with Zhang Chulan.

No, Bingzi, is she really that sharp?

Wang Bing, this spoiled brat, was completely unaware that he was essentially still a sorcerer and had no chance against Zhang Chulan, who was incredibly fast and had extremely high stats. He remained immersed in his own fantasy.

"After all, we are both inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills. This tournament should be our stage. The others are just supporting characters to highlight us."

At this point, Wang Bing felt he had given the other party a tremendous amount of face, and with a magnanimous expression, he extended his hand to Zhang Chulan, raising his voice impatiently to urge, "Come on, Zhang Chulan! What are you still hesitating about?!"

"Are you fucking stupid? Without us, you think you can handle him all by yourself???"

"Who the hell do you think you are? I'm giving you credit. If it weren't for Zhang Chulan, I could have taken care of you all by myself!!"

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Seeing Wang Bing still spouting nonsense, Jia Zhengliang finally couldn't hold back and started arguing with him. Meanwhile, Tang Wenlong felt a headache coming on. As a member of the Tang Clan, he was not suited for fair and square competitions. He had finally come up with a plan for a free-for-all, but these two idiots were arguing and giving up the opportunity.

Ugh, this is really tough.

"I'll say it again, I didn't inherit the Qi Source Flow from my grandfather. He only taught me the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic."

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Just before Wang Bing and Jia Zhengliang were about to fight, Zhang Chulan finally opened his eyes, his eyes radiating a sharpness far surpassing that of his peers. His gaze pierced Tang Wenlong, making him feel that Zhang Chulan's sharpness was on full display.

"I've already been bothered by quite a few people because of the Qi Source Flow. If I really inherited it from my grandfather, that would be fine, but I didn't."

As soon as Zhang Chulan spoke, Wang Bing and Jia Zhengliang immediately stopped arguing and looked at him warily. The oppressive aura emanating from this peer was just like that of the elders in their family, forcing them to be on high alert.

Zhang Chulan poured out all the emotions he had been holding back for so long, word by word: "I originally just wanted to live out my life quietly and didn't want to get involved in these things anymore, but you insisted on dragging me into it. And now you want to attribute my proud efforts to the Body Source Flow?"

At this point, dazzling blue-white lightning suddenly erupted around Zhang Chulan, crackling arcs of lightning instantly entangling his limbs and bones. The gentleness in his eyes vanished, leaving only a fierce ruthlessness.

His improved version of the Swift Thunder technique, personally taught by the Yellow Wind King, was no longer the crude move that could only burst out at a short distance. With a flash, he left only a lightning arc afterimage in his place. His speed was so fast that even Tang Wenlong and Jia Zhengliang could not see the trajectory. He had already broken through the distance and rushed straight in front of Wang Bing. Even the words they had just spoken could not catch up with his movements.

"My success today is entirely due to my talent and hard work! Not some Qi Source Flow!!!"

The next second, a fist carrying lightning and golden light, and imbued with powerful life cultivation, smashed through the encirclement of spirits that Wang Bing had hastily summoned. Without the slightest hesitation, it landed solidly on Wang Bing's arrogant face, without even a chance to see the astonishment in his eyes.

Confrontation? Trial and error? Game theory? There was no need for any of that. Zhang Chulan simply used his overwhelming pure numerical value to utterly destroy everything Wang Bing had.

Wang Ai, watching from the stands, felt as if she had returned to decades ago, to the birthday banquet of Old Master Lu, and seemed to see Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei competing again.

The only difference is that Wang Bing is not as good as Lu Jin back then, but Zhang Zhiwei is not necessarily better than Zhang Chulan now!

Time seemed to freeze for half a second. Wang Bing's arrogant expression froze instantly. Then, like a tattered sack being flung away, he flew straight back at several times the speed he had come from, crashing heavily onto the ground outside the arena. He immediately lost consciousness, becoming the first and fastest person to be eliminated in this chaotic battle of 32 to 8.

As for Wang Bing himself, he only felt a dizzying sensation, and then his whole body felt as if it were broken. He was in so much pain that he wanted to shout, but the pain aggravated his internal injuries, and even his shouts were abruptly stopped.

The training ground was already deathly silent, filled with gasps of shock. Only Old Master Wang reacted, and before he could even say anything harsh to Zhang Chulan, he shouted "Bing'er" and rushed towards Wang Bing, who had crashed through the wooden wall.

As the instigator of all this, Zhang Chulan seemed to be deaf to the deafening commotion around him, and only took a deep breath, feeling the abundant energy flowing continuously from his dantian.

That force was steady yet surging, as if it wanted to catch up with, or even surpass, the entire period of his decade of hiding his talents and stagnation in just a few days.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting countless gazes fall upon him, making him the center of attention.

From as far back as he could remember, he had been avoiding such gazes. Those eyes, filled with prying, scrutiny, greed, and malice, kept him awake at night, forcing him to pretend to be stupid and deceive others in order to avoid any accidents.

This time, however, the overwhelming gazes brought him not the deep-seated fear and dread, but a surge of confidence that rose from his feet to the top of his head.

As his breath flowed, Zhang Chulan's spine slowly straightened up vertebra by vertebra. The spine that had been bent for more than ten years, choosing to abandon everything to live so that his grandfather would not die in vain, was now completely stretched out, standing straight, as firm as a rock, as resilient as an ancient pine tree, like an ancient pine tree that has stood for thousands of years on the top of Longhu Mountain, unmoved by the winds from all directions.

He finally understood completely what power could bring him.

It wasn't the power to bully the weak, nor the vanity of being the center of attention, but rather the fact that he no longer had to be subservient to anyone, no longer had to compromise, and no longer had to entrust his fate to others.

He can finally take control of his own life, even if only for a moment, even if only now.

Facing the sunlight overhead, Zhang Chulan slowly opened his eyes.

In a situation where he was facing two opponents, he no longer needed to devise strategies or play dumb to outmaneuver them; he could simply stand upright before Tang Wenlong and Jia Zhengliang.

He recalled the words he uttered when he first stepped onto the stage, shouting them to achieve his goal. He slowly raised his hand, pointed one finger to the sky, and uttered each word with a resounding echo throughout the venue: "I said, what I will destroy is this very sky!"

"Which of you two wants to go first?"

At this moment, the passerby who had initially harbored some reservations about Zhang Chulan's behavior finally shut up completely. He realized that the gap between him and Zhang Chulan had become so large that he could no longer feel any dissatisfaction.

The same words, spoken by the same person, but just a few days apart, brought completely different shocks to the audience.

Last time, everyone just thought of him as a clown trying to attract attention, and laughed at him, saying he was "shameless".

But this time, listening to the resounding vow that shook the entire venue, and looking at the boy with his back straight in the sunlight, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Standing tall and upright!

Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua stood side by side, their pretty faces frozen in shock, their mouths agape, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Even the usually calm and collected Zhi Jinhua showed a rare, bewildered and adorable expression, while Lu Linglong was completely stunned, her bright almond eyes widening into blank, beady eyes, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

It took her a long time to mechanically turn her head, tightly gripping the sleeve of Zhi Jinhua beside her, her voice trembling as she spoke to her best friend, "I really didn't expect that Zhang Chulan, who looks so unreliable, is actually so strong. He truly deserves to be the successor of the Qi Body Source Flow. I really want to spar with him, but unfortunately, Grandpa made us all withdraw from the competition."

"Forget it, the group assignments were drawn by lot. If the four of us hadn't withdrawn from the competition, I might have been assigned to the same group as him. I don't want to be in the same group as him. I feel scared just looking at him. I think he's even stronger than Lu Lin."

"Well, it's a good thing they didn't have time to open betting odds after the change in the competition format, otherwise I might have lost badly. By the way, Hua'er, quickly check the next match, the one with Zhuge Qing, how are they doing?"

Pulled and reminded by Lu Linglong, Zhi Jinhua suddenly snapped out of her daze, her fingertips flying across the live streaming tablet in her hand, switching to the live stream of the second martial arts arena. As soon as the screen loaded, she froze on the spot.

On the huge arena, only Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing remained standing facing each other. All the other contestants had long been eliminated. The air around the arena was filled with an eerie ripple, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, the arena had become the exclusive chessboard for two top sorcerers. Apart from those who were truly immersed in the art of divination, the other spectators could not understand what the two were playing. Chen Jinkui, the head of the Sorcery Sect in the front row of the stands, even jumped up from his seat with a "whoosh".

He had never seen the fire burning at Zhuge Qing's fingertips before, but he recognized it at a glance.

That is the Samadhi Fire!

The secret technique that the Zhuge family had failed to inherit for three hundred years and several generations had actually been passed down again! Legend has it that even he dared not touch a single drop of the Samadhi True Fire, which is said to burn the soul.

But that wasn't what truly shook him to his core.

Compared to Zhuge Qing's astonishing Samadhi Fire, the methods used by the disheveled young Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain were truly inconceivable, completely overturning his lifelong understanding of divination.

Qimen Dunjia is traditionally believed to be based on the principles of celestial determination of directions and terrestrial auspiciousness and inauspiciousness, with the overall formation determined by nature and humans only able to act in accordance with it. However, this young man named Wang Ye was able to determine the Qimen formation himself! The four plates and eight gates, the directions and auspiciousness and inauspiciousness, were all manipulated and altered at his whim.

In his own game, he is the direction, he is fortune and misfortune!

This is not the work of a sorcerer; it is an absolutely divine skill!

When Wang Ye finally managed to defeat Zhuge Qing, who was still not fully proficient in controlling the Samadhi True Fire, the audience erupted in cheers, marveling at the incredible skills this dark horse from Wudang Mountain possessed.

Only Chen Jinkui remained rooted to the spot, as if he had lost his soul. His eyes were fixed on Wang Ye, who had finished his stance in the center of the ring, like a madman who had seen a rare treasure. Only one crazy thought was growing wildly in his mind:

No matter the cost, he must obtain it; he absolutely must acquire this divine skill!

Just as this obsession reached its peak, without warning, the figure of a fat, drooping-browed monk with yellow eyebrows appeared deep in Chen Jinkui's pupils.

"Huh? Zhuge Qing lost? Daoist Wang Ye is also a sorcerer. We really shouldn't underestimate the heroes of this world. But let's watch the replay later, especially the last one, where the Feng family's Spirit Binding and General Commanding clashes with the Horse Immortal. Change the flowers quickly!"

Just as Lu Linglong was urging her best friend to switch live stream rooms, in the nearby woods, Lu Liang, who had been brutally killed by Red Boy and had fully awakened his dual-wielding hands and memories, glanced at this precious darling of the Lu family and then turned and walked into the mountains.

If he waited any longer, things would start to get chaotic on the mountain. While there was still time, he had things he needed to do.

"Grandpa, we should have a talk."