Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 175 Chaos at Longhu Mountain

After Locke's words were spoken, the people in the stands who knew about shamanic practices were extremely puzzled and expressed their doubts to their companions.

"Wait a minute, a shamanic lineage can only choose one household spirit in their lifetime, so how come Deng Youfu has another one? Could it be that my old man is bluffing me?"

"My master also told me that I could only choose one. Could it be that Deng Youfu is a genius who appears only once in a century and can choose two? No wonder he came to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. He is indeed not simple."

As they were talking, the shaman from Liangshan immediately retorted, "Nonsense! Even if Deng Youfu used this ability, would two immortals be willing to do it? Not everyone has the ability of the Feng family to bind spirits and command generals."

After saying this, the shaman from Liangshan looked solemn. He now finally understood why his elders had kept the matter of the Eight Extraordinary Skills a secret.

No wonder they had to eliminate the Thirty-Six Thieves back then. This skill of binding spirits and commanding generals alone was enough to make all the witches in the world lose their heads. What about the other amazing skills?

Feng Xingtong, who had forcibly taken away Liu Kun's spiritual body, faced the raging wind and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

Although he wasn't very good at using spirit control techniques, it still gave him the ability to distinguish the strength of spirits. Coupled with the oppressive aura that made it hard for him to breathe, even if he was slow to react, he would understand that the immortal who possessed Brother Youfu was no longer someone that Liu Kunsheng in his hands could compare to.

Just looking into the other person's slightly displeased eyes made him feel short of breath, unable to catch his breath evenly. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes on his back, dripping down his jawline and hitting the ground heavily.

What kind of monster is this?! The difference between this person and Liu Kunsheng seems even greater than the difference between him and the Old Celestial Master!

Just as Feng Xingtong was somewhat out of his mind, the two uninvited guests in the stands were even more shocked than he was.

"Shui Jing, it seems we really made the right choice coming here. Your Spirit Control and Commanding skills are quite impressive."

Yan Huan, whom Zhuge Liang called "Water Mirror," remained silent, but the shock on his face betrayed him. He truly hadn't expected that Zhuge Liang hadn't lied to him. While these reincarnated beings were fighting and killing each other, a tremendous change had still occurred in the present world.

Although the shaman in the arena had an intimidating aura, even capable of passing the test of the Five Elements Essence under his command, the opponent was merely a shaman! Not his true form.

As the Witch King, Yan Huan wields the most powerful spirit in the world, Tengshe, one of the Eight Deceitful Gods, making him one of the strongest beings below the immortals. He possesses his own arrogance.

However, facing the shamanic disciple in front of him, Yan Huan lost his confidence. Perhaps only by joining forces with Kongming could he be sure of defeating the opponent.

"Is he the variable you sensed? How many years of your lifespan did you spend to get this answer?"

"I'm not sure, maybe more than three thousand years ago."

In an instant, Yan Huan stared wide-eyed at Zhuge Liang, her voice filled with disbelief as she questioned, "Three thousand years of lifespan only resulted in the word 'variable'?"

Faced with Yan Huan's questioning, Zhuge Liang revealed a cunning smile, concealing his true feelings like a fox.

"It's terrifying, isn't it? Even though I have the infinite lifespan of the Seven Star Lamp, I still spent three thousand years of my lifespan to obtain these two words. I can't even get more information. That's why I had no choice but to come to you. I'm really not lying."

At this point, Zhuge Liang turned his gaze to Huang Feng on the stage.

"If we're not careful and make a mistake, our world will probably be turned upside down, and neither the reincarnated person nor your sister will be able to live in peace."

Huang Feng stretched out his hand towards Feng Xingtong, beckoned with his finger, and said, "Kid, come here and arrest me."

Feng Xingtong recovered her senses but still didn't move. Seeing this, Locke raised his voice and shouted, "I told you to arrest me! Are you Erduolong?"

Startled, Feng Xingtong instinctively used the Spirit Binding Technique, then immediately regretted it. However, what happened next left him at a loss.

He discovered that he couldn't control the other person's spirit at all.

Such a thing had never happened before. When he sparred with his father to fight for control of the spirit, he was also unable to take the spirit away from his father's hands. But at least that was a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

But the situation now is completely different from that time.

If before it was a tug-of-war between two people, and he couldn't budge an inch even with all his might, now, the opposite side is a Mount Tai rooted in the Nine Netherworlds, immovable by ten thousand pounds. His little bit of spirit-binding force crashed into it and couldn't even stir up a ripple, let alone move it half an inch.

Feng Xingtong was completely dumbfounded.

His ability to control and command spirits from childhood to university was the nemesis of all spirits in the world. He never imagined that there were spirits in this world that they could not control.

He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to unleash the full power of his Spirit Binding Technique, but the figure opposite him remained motionless, not even flinching in his demonic aura, as if his skill was nothing more than a gentle breeze across Mount Tai.

After realizing that the other party had no way to take him away, Locke finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he expected, their stats were too high, so high that even the system couldn't do anything about them.

Since that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

The next second, Huang Feng Dasheng's thoughts stirred slightly. He merely glanced at Feng Xingtong and casually made a move.

With a muffled groan, Feng Xingtong's spirit, which had been held captive and unable to move, was suddenly pulled out of his magic as if it had broken free of invisible shackles. It transformed into a giant, jet-black python that coiled around Huang Feng Dasheng's side, which was Liu Kunsheng's true form.

"Old Dong—ancestor, why didn't you just kill this kid? Or at least cripple him. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone in the world want to trample on us?"

"Shut up! Don't embarrass us here!"

After being reprimanded by Locke, Liu Kunsheng didn't dare to say anything more. He could only obediently sit cross-legged and stare at Feng Xingtong with a sinister gaze until he felt numb.

Locke glanced at Feng Xingtong and gestured for him to surrender. Sensing his gaze, Feng Xingtong wisely raised his hand and said to the Taoist priest on the referee's table, "I surrender!"

These words caused an uproar in the training ground, with discussions rising and falling. No one expected that the young master of the Feng family, who possessed the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, would surrender so readily.

Before turning away, Locke gave Feng Xingtong, whose face had turned pale, a meaningful look, leaving behind only a casual remark that struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer: "The Eight Extraordinary Techniques? They are nothing but techniques for creating chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the Yellow Wind Great Sage dissipated instantly, and Deng Youfu regained control of his body.

Looking at Feng Xingtong, who was terrified and pale, he felt no joy at winning the competition, but rather a surge of inexplicable sympathy.

In the end, he said nothing, but silently turned around and walked off the field.

For them, there were no winners in this competition.

In the stands, Feng Zhenghao's ever-present, charming and amiable smile gradually disappeared completely.

His face showed no extra emotion, only solemnity and seriousness. He stood up, cupped his hands and bowed to Guan Shihua beside him, and performed a respectful junior's greeting. His voice was steady and sincere, without a trace of unease: "Senior, my son is young and ignorant, and acts rashly. He has offended many people. I hope you will forgive him and not hold it against him."

Guan Shihua, with a pipe in her mouth, slowly stroked the fur of the yellow ball of fur huddled in her palm, not even lifting her eyelids, not even giving Feng Zhenghao a second glance.

"What do I have to blame you for? I see that Chairman Feng is just worried about his son, so he should go and comfort the child."

Feng Zhenghao was not annoyed. He remained calm and respectful, politely responding before bowing and stepping down. He quickly walked to the edge of the arena, caught Feng Xingtong who had just come down, his face still pale and his eyes unfocused, and supported his arm. He then turned and walked towards another arena, where his daughter Feng Shayan's match was taking place.

The father and son walked side by side in silence.

Feng Xingtong was still trapped in the overwhelming pressure of the demon king, feeling cold all over. The words kept echoing in her mind, and she felt as if her soul had been taken away. Feng Zhenghao, on the other hand, held his son's hand as steadily as a mountain. His face was expressionless, but his mind was in turmoil, with countless thoughts racing through his mind.

Reaching the corner, Feng Zhenghao finally stopped, turned around, and gazed at the still nonchalant old woman in the stands. A deep, unfathomable light flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself:

The shaman from Northeast China—truly extraordinary; I was ultimately too arrogant.

After this match, the most important matches before the final of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony came to an end. In the afternoon semi-final, Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan talked for a long time before Wang Ye chose to surrender. As expected, Feng Shayan lost to Zhang Lingyu. As for Deng Youfu and Feng Baobao, they also chose to give up the match, leading many people to believe that there was something fishy about the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Those who withdrew from the competition, surrendered, or didn't even bother to act and simply refused to fight—even the most clueless of the supernatural beings watching the competition realized that something was wrong with this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. It seemed like a stage specifically prepared for Zhang Chulan.

However, unlike before, Zhang Chulan's current strength is enough to shut most people up. Those who remain on the mountain are not very concerned about the behind-the-scenes dealings. Instead, they think that letting Zhang Chulan fight Zhang Lingyu is a great opportunity and can't wait to see the two sides fight.

The closed-door disciple of the Body Source School and the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain—just thinking about it is exciting!

The daytime hustle and bustle subsided completely as the last incense stick on the altar burned out. The vast Celestial Master's Mansion disappeared into the darkness, with only a few scattered lights still shining in the mountains, like the half-asleep eyes of a giant beast.

After the strange people left, the night mist rose from the bottom of the cliff behind the mountain, swallowing the bluestone steps and the flying eaves and brackets inch by inch. The entire mountain was shrouded in a thin but bone-chilling layer of coldness, like a bottomless pool of water. It looked only a few feet high, but in reality, it hid a bottomless abyss.

The eternal lamps in front of the Sanqing Hall burned, their dim yellow light encircling the octagonal bronze bells hanging from the eaves. The mountain breeze, carrying the cool scent of pine resin and cinnabar, swept by, but the bronze bells only swayed slightly, without making a sound, as if they were being held down firmly by an invisible hand.

The main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion was brightly lit, resembling an isolated island suspended atop a mountain. The old Celestial Master sat cross-legged on a futon inside the hall, quietly waiting.

"What, you're going to pull this midnight stunt too?"

Hearing the voice coming from in front of him, the old Celestial Master suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Yellow Wind Great Sage who had appeared out of nowhere. His face remained expressionless, and he said instead, "This junior was just unable to sleep and used meditation as a substitute for rest. That's all. Why do you say that, senior?"

"Alright, stop trying to fool me. I have a lot of things to do. Just ask me whatever you need."

Seeing that Huang Feng was telling him to speak without hesitation, Zhang Zhiwei remained silent for a moment. He didn't ask what would happen tomorrow, nor what Huang Feng would do. Instead, he asked, "In your world, what are all these gods and Buddhas like?"

"Gods and Buddhas, in my opinion, are just another group of people who are high above others. Although I don't know what Buddha, the Three Pure Ones and the Jade Emperor are like, in my opinion, gods eat people, Buddhas eat people, demons eat people, monsters eat people, and even people themselves eat people."

Zhang Zhiwei fell silent. He knew that the person the other party was referring to could be replaced with a god, Buddha, demon, or monster at any time, which meant that the world he lived in was an extremely dark world.

This actually put Zhang Zhiwei at ease, because after comparing Huang Feng's statements with the taboos in the Heavenly Master's Code, he clearly realized that the other party was not lying; he genuinely did not know why he was here.

Although he really wanted to ask why Huang Feng killed the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, he didn't ask. Compared to the great demon lurking in the mountains, these questions were not important.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei asked his second question: "Will many people die on the mountain tomorrow?"

"Yes, otherwise more people will die in the future. It's alright that Black Wind is only thinking about Buddhism, but Red Boy has a blood feud with Mount Ling. He will definitely come looking for me. As for Hundred Eyes, he only wants to climb higher. He will definitely not let go of Mount Longhu or you. As for Yellow Eyebrows, he definitely wants to become a Buddha or an ancestor."

Black Wind, Yellow Eyebrows, Red Boy, Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, and Yellow Wind, the five great demon kings, gathered at Longhu Mountain. However, four of them harbored ill intentions. Zhang Zhiwei's heart sank, realizing that the Celestial Master's lineage might be cut off in his generation.

"So what should we do tomorrow? What can I do?"

Locke glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, shook his head, and said to him, "It's not about what we should do, but what I should do."

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Locke glanced at the moon outside the palace, smiled, and said to Zhang Zhiwei, "There will be a strong wind tomorrow. After the wind stops, I will die."

"But I won't lose until the wind stops."

As dawn broke, Wang Ye packed his bags, intending to descend the mountain and leave as soon as possible. Ever since his conversation with Zhang Chulan the previous day, the latter's words urging him to leave had been swirling in his mind all night, keeping him almost sleepless.

Actually, he wanted to slip away in the middle of the night, but as soon as he opened the door, he was enveloped by the eerie chill of Longhu Mountain in the darkness.

His sorcerer instincts sent chills down his spine, and he dared not step out of his room no matter what. He could only endure until dawn before hastily running down the mountain path.

Having landed safely at the foot of the mountain, Wang Ye turned around with lingering fear. He saw Longhu Mountain shrouded in morning mist under the rising sun, a scene of tranquility and peace. He breathed a sigh of relief, concluding that he had simply been overthinking things due to lack of sleep, and turned to leave this troublesome place.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze instantly.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, covered in eerie purple skin, with a white beard reaching his chest, and surrounded by an intensely pungent aura of malevolence. The figure was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Fellow Daoist, are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you come and visit me at my old Taoist temple, where I can properly entertain you?"

After saying that, the old Taoist priest added with a smile: "Oh right, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I am the abbot of Huanghua Temple, and people respectfully call me the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord."

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At the same time, Shen Chong, the hidden source of trouble at the foot of the mountain, received the news and said to the group of Quanxing around him, "Let's go, up the mountain! Let Longhu Mountain descend into chaos!!!"

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