Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 174 Yellow Wind Great Sage: Capturing Spirits and Commanding Generals? Come, capture me.

"Old Zhao, do you think Longhu Mountain is really a bit eerie? It's only the second day, and they're already rushing to decide the winner. I haven't even had enough yet."

"Hey, you didn't get enough of the action? You didn't gamble enough with your chips! But seriously, I also feel like something's not right. I've had this feeling of unease for the past couple of days, like there's a rock weighing on my chest."

"Exactly! The original plan was to have 32 players advance to 4, but eight of them withdrew! They even crammed all the promising and popular players into the early rounds. Aren't they deliberately cutting off our source of income and preventing us from betting?"

"Give me a break, what kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

The bald old man chuckled and retorted to his old friend, also speaking for the majority of people present.

"What kind of place is the Heavenly Master's Mansion? It's a thousand-year-old orthodox Taoist sect! Would they change the competition rules just to prevent you from winning or losing by such a small amount? If you ask me, something else must have happened, and we outsiders just don't know the inside story. Stop speculating."

That's what they say, but since they didn't immediately leave the mountain to avoid trouble back then, they're even less likely to give up on this grand event now. After all, if they miss this top-tier competition among extraordinary individuals at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, who knows when they'll get to see it again?

The spirit-binding and spirit-summoning techniques of the Feng family of the Tianxia Hui, and the shamanic practices of the Northeast Shaman lineage—most people have only heard of these. To witness such a clash of powerhouses would be worth dying for.

Deng Youfu clenched his fists, his forehead sweating with nervousness, and stood anxiously in the center of the martial arts stage, his eyes involuntarily glancing frequently towards the stands.

Ever since his grandmother repeatedly warned him about the evil ability of the Spirit Binding Technique, which could forcibly abduct immortals and control all the great shamans in the world, he had been uneasy. This technique was simply the natural nemesis of them, the shamans.

But the old ancestor Guan Shihua only told him to relax and refused to say anything more about the inside story, which made him feel uneasy and completely unable to figure out what the old ancestor and grandmother were up to.

Guan Shihua, who was in the stands, saw Deng Youfu's doubtful and worried look, and simply nodded to him to reassure him. She also gestured with her eyes that she was holding Huang Feng, so he could relax.

Seeing this, Deng Youfu suppressed his unease and calmed down. As he looked away, an unexpected person appeared beside Guan Shihua.

His opponent in this match was Feng Xingtong's father, the Ten Elders, Feng Zhenghao of the World Association.

"Senior Guan, I've long admired you!"

Despite being a fellow member of the Ten Elders, Feng Zhenghao was all smiles and acted very humble, showing great respect for Guan Shihua, which gave Guan Shihua a very good first impression.

Of course, if the other party is not the successor of the Spirit Binding Technique, then that would be perfect.

Thinking of this, Guan Shihua glanced at Feng Zhenghao, then looked him up and down. Her scrutinizing gaze made Feng Zhenghao narrow his eyes and unconsciously focus his attention on the yellow-haired weasel in her hand.

He didn't actually need to lower himself so much, but Guan Shihua didn't need to worry too much because their family's spirit-binding and spirit-summoning abilities completely restrained these witches, which was why Guan Shihua hadn't left Shanhaiguan for so many years.

However, something was off about this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony from the very beginning. The sudden yellow wind, the company's intervention, and the old master who was clearly hiding something.

Moreover, apart from Mu You, Na Ruhu, and Chen Jinkui, the Ten Elders have basically all gathered on Longhu Mountain. Even Master Jiekong, a Buddhist, has come to Longhu Mountain, a Taoist territory.

Clearly, this can no longer be explained by the Eight Extraordinary Skills. There must be some secret on Mount Longhu, and compared to this secret, even the Eight Extraordinary Skills are not that important.

He had already subtly inquired with Lü Ci and Wang Ai, but it was clear that they didn't know what had happened either. So Feng Zhenghao decided to focus his attention on Guan Shihua.

But now, he saw a little creature in Guan Shihua's hands that had been with Zhang Chulan and the girl named Feng Baobao. This was quite intriguing. Feng Zhenghao recalled seeing the little creature again these past few days.

He then relaxed his brows, thinking he had guessed the other party's identity, and said with a smile, "Thanks to the blessings of all the seniors, I was able to become one of the Ten Elders. It's just a pity that I've never had the honor of meeting you. Today, I'm fortunate enough to have the audacity to come and pay my respects. I hope you will do me the honor."

Upon hearing Feng Zhenghao's words, Guan Shihua immediately retorted sarcastically, "What senior? I'm just a lowly hermit, how dare I put on airs in front of you, Chairman Feng?"

Before she could finish speaking, Huang Feng, the dog in Guan Shihua's hand, suddenly swished its tail against her palm. Guan Shihua immediately swallowed the rest of her words and said in a gentle tone, "But since President Feng is willing to give this old lady this face, why don't we sit down and watch the juniors' competition together? Young people are so energetic, hahaha."

Feng Zhenghao naturally saw why Guan Shihua's expression suddenly changed. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses as he thought to himself:

Are they really immortals? Even immortals have left Shanhaiguan Pass. It seems that Longhu Mountain is indeed about to undergo a major change.

Then, Feng Zhenghao smiled slightly and sat down next to Guan Shihua.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer!"

Coincidentally, the battle on the field officially began at that moment.

Competing alongside Deng Youfu and Feng Xingtong were two minor figures whose names barely register. They came from small sects or relied on family-inherited skills. However, they shared a common goal: to become famous at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and solidify their status among the heroes of the world.

But reality is cruel.

They have mastered the extraordinary skills passed down from their ancestors to the highest level they could reach at their age. Through spring and summer, winter and autumn, they have never stopped their practice, and with these skills, they have built up their own pride.

But at this grand Taoist ritual where young people from all over the world gather, they still don't even deserve to leave their names.

For these elites from prestigious schools, the so-called genius is nothing more than the short-sightedness of those from humble backgrounds.

Feng Xingtong and Deng Youfu cleanly and efficiently defeated their opponents at almost the same time. The moment they looked up, their eyes collided fiercely in the air, and the already tense atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Feng Xingtong remained the same gentle and well-mannered scion of a noble family, with a perfectly measured warm smile on his face. He cupped his hands to Deng Youfu and said, "Brother Youfu, this is the first time I have personally witnessed the true skills of the shamans of Northeast China. They truly live up to their reputation. Just the aura emanating from you alone has lowered the temperature of this martial arts arena by several degrees."

Faced with Feng Xingtong's polite, overtures, Deng Youfu didn't respond, but simply stared at him intently. The complex emotions surging in those eyes made Feng Xingtong's heart tighten inexplicably, and he felt a chill run down his spine. There was no trace of hostility in those eyes, but rather a heavy sense of resentment and an unconcealable helplessness.

Deng Youfu scrutinized Feng Xingtong from head to toe, carefully examining his opponent who wielded the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. Only then did he speak in a deep voice, his tone tinged with barely suppressed bitterness: "As expected of the Spirit Binding and Commanding Techniques, you can summon so many spirits at once to protect yourself. But I'm afraid this is not the true power of your Feng family's Eight Extraordinary Techniques, is it?"

"Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals—this name is truly fitting. With this extraordinary skill, I'm afraid all the shamans in the world would be ashamed to face you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingtong was taken aback at first, then quickly suppressed the smile on his face and tentatively asked, "Brother Youfu, I really didn't expect you to know so much about our family's methods. So—shall we still fight this match?"

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"Still want to fight?" Deng Youfu suddenly raised his voice, the helplessness in his eyes instantly dispelled by an indomitable spirit.

"Are you insulting me, or the Kun Sheng I possess? Yes, I'm afraid of your spirit-binding and commanding techniques, but I, Deng Youfu, will never give up easily! Today, both I and Master Liu Kun Sheng will truly witness just how powerful your Feng family's Eight Extraordinary Techniques really are!"

After saying that, Deng Youfu met Guan Shihua's gratified gaze from the stands, suddenly raised his hand and made a hand gesture to summon the spirits. His neck and head shook violently to a degree that was extremely difficult for ordinary people to do, and in the blink of an eye, they left behind layers of afterimages.

The chanted blessing suddenly rose in pitch, accompanied by a desperate, hoarse roar that reverberated throughout the entire training ground: "I, Deng Youfu, a third-generation descendant of the Deng family, respectfully invite Master Liu Kunsheng!"

"The upper body!!!"

The next second, thick, ink-black Yin Qi exploded from his body, and the chilling demonic energy instantly swept across the entire martial arts stage. The surging black mist covered the sky and blocked the view of the entire audience.

As the smoke dissipated, the demonic figure stood still, its forked tongue flicking in and out from the corner of its lips, its cold, vertical pupils warily fixed on Feng Xingtong.

Oh no, now we should call him Liu Kunsheng.

After Liu Kunsheng completely possessed Deng Youfu, the whole room immediately started discussing. Feng Zhenghao cautiously looked at Guan Shihua beside him, only to find that apart from some worry, she had no other emotions at all.

To be honest, he had actually told Feng Xingtong that he wanted to demonstrate their family's ability to command spirits and generals, so that the world would know that their family's entry into the Ten Elders was a dignified and honorable one.

However, this does not mean that he wants to be hostile to the senior members of the Ten Elders. He does not want to offend Guan Shihua, but he also does not want to see Guan Shihua remain unresponsive.

The former means he might turn a potential enemy into a real obstacle, while the latter means the other side has likely found a way to deal with their ability to control and command.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhenghao turned his head back to the arena and sighed:

As expected, the Feng family's foundation is still too shallow compared to theirs.

Back on the field, Liu Kunsheng's cold gaze made Feng Xingtong feel uneasy. Before Feng Xingtong could speak, Liu Kunsheng suddenly sprang up and rushed to Feng Xingtong's side, his claw aimed straight at her face.

Feng Xingtong was startled, but with Ling's help, he barely managed to dodge the attack and immediately used the Spirit Binding Technique to control Liu Kunsheng on Deng Youfu's body.

Seeing that he really couldn't move at all, Liu Kunsheng said to Feng Xingtong with great resentment, "Kid, that old man said before that your family's methods are specifically designed to counter us, and I didn't believe it. Now it seems that he really wasn't lying to me. Your spirit-binding and general-commanding skills are indeed extraordinary. It reminds me of someone, but unfortunately, compared to him, you are still far behind."

Feng Xingtong felt uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​establishing his authority over his family and said respectfully, "Sir, to be honest, I am not very skilled. I rely entirely on my mysterious methods. As far as I am concerned, I am no match for Brother Youfu. But that's how the world is. There is no fairness in this world."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kunsheng suddenly burst into laughter and said to Feng Xingtong, "Haha! What you say is true, kid. There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Just like us beasts, we are born inferior to you. Even if we cultivate for a thousand years, we are still no match for your temporary methods. How tragic! How tragic! We are nothing but beasts!!!"

Liu Kunsheng's emotions suddenly became extremely intense, and Feng Xingtong's control over him suddenly became unstable. The soaring demonic energy even dyed half of the sky black.

Lu Linglong and her companion had just switched livestream rooms when they saw the black pillar of energy shooting straight into the sky in the distance and exclaimed, "Holy crap! Are they going all in?"

In the middle of the long corridor, Feng Xingtong realized that the other party was reckless. Although he didn't know what was wrong with this immortal, if he didn't completely control the other party, he would surely die.

Helpless, Feng Xingtong had no choice but to abandon his previous idea and completely restrain Liu Kunsheng's spirit.

Seeing this, Guan Shihua on the stands looked worried, then lowered her head to look at Locke lying in her palm, and whispered, "Ancestor, what do you think?"

Locke glanced at Deng Youfu, who looked utterly desperate after being freed from possession, sighed, and said, "We can't let you call us 'Ancestor' for nothing."

Having said that, Locke followed their method, his spirit leaving his body and flying over the stands to Deng Youfu's body. While guiding him, he said to him, "Little Fu, hand over your body to me. Now let your ancestor try out this method of binding spirits and commanding generals."

Suddenly, Deng Youfu heard the nonchalant yet confident voice of the Great Sage Huang Feng. His tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a tear welled up in his eyes. He nodded heavily, completely dismantling his own body and entrusting it entirely to this ancestor who had always protected him.

The next second, Feng Zhenghao, who had been sitting calmly and quietly in the stands, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked up at the center of the martial arts stage.

got windy.

Without warning, a fierce wind carrying a cloud of yellow sand suddenly exploded on the training platform, and a yellow wall of wind instantly rose from the ground, blotting out the sky.

Forget about the details of the fight on stage, they couldn't see anything at all. The audience erupted in chaos, with shocked shouts echoing throughout: "What happened? Why is there a sudden gust of wind???"

"The idea of ​​spirit mediums is ridiculous. Their ability to control spirits is already so powerful, how can they have such methods?"

"Wait, can you feel it? The wind carrying this energy seems to match the demonic aura we were dealing with earlier!"

After he finished speaking, the wind slowly stopped, and everyone turned their attention to the scene, only to find that Deng Youfu had changed again.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the Great Sage Huang Feng conjured a three-pronged fork, its entire body gleaming with gold and exuding a chilling aura, from his fingertips. He casually weighed the weapon in his hand, then looked up at Feng Xing Tong, who was already in a daze and whose summoned spirits were barely able to stay still, and slowly said, "Spirit control and command? Interesting."

"Come, arrest me."

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