Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 176 I am beyond saving, why turn back; this is the true fire of Samadhi.

"Sister Bao'er, I have a question for you."

"speak."

"What exactly is your opinion of the King?"

Feng Baobao swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth, tilted her head and looked at Zhang Chulan as if he had asked a completely unnecessary question.

"What else can we do but stand there and watch?"

"————"

"What I mean is, what exactly is your attitude towards it?"

"Yes, he's good to me, so I'm good to him. And I feel very comfortable around him, as if something missing in my heart has been temporarily blocked."

Seeing Feng Baobao clutching her chest and saying this, Zhang Chulan was very surprised. The last time she said she felt something was missing in her heart was when she said she had no family.

"You mean—he's family?"

"Zhang Chulan, you're so silly. How could a rat be my family? But I just have this feeling that with him and you by my side, I feel like I no longer have to worry about something missing in my heart."

At this point, Zhang Chulan fell silent. He looked into Feng Baobao's sincere eyes, those eyes without a trace of impurity, and a storm raged in his heart, but his face remained calm. He simply looked earnestly into Baobao's eyes and said, "Baobao, I will definitely help you find your family, I promise."

"Yes, I believe you."

Pulling his thoughts away from his memories, Zhang Chulan heard the referee's reminder. After looking up to let him know that everything was alright and he could begin, Zhang Chulan looked at his junior uncle Zhang Lingyu in front of him, but his mind was still in deep thought.

Why was he chosen by the King? Zhang Chulan is very clear about his character. In the eyes of outsiders, he is shameless, has no bottom line, and has extremely low standards. However, in the eyes of Feng Zhenghao and others, he is a hero, patient, and resolute. At a young age, he knows what he wants and has the means to achieve it.

But in Zhang Chulan's own eyes, he was just a person who couldn't find a sense of existence. He couldn't fit in with ordinary people, nor could he treat his peers in the circle as his own kind. The only people who could give him a sense of belonging were Bao'er and the King.

Wait, an outlier? Yes, an outlier.

Zhang Chulan, who had been fighting Zhang Lingyu without realizing it, suddenly realized why the Great King had come looking for him.

Although he holds a significant place in this world, and although he can foresee the arduous path ahead, none of this is the reason why the king chose him.

He is the Great Sage of the Yellow Wind, the demon king who once defeated the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the hero who saved the Kingdom of Sihali, and the Great Sage who caused chaos in the Three Realms with a single gust of wind. What in the human world could possibly be of any concern to him?

Before today, Zhang Chulan couldn't think of any reason, and could only attribute the king's motive to the mission he would have to undertake in the future, that the king was doing it to atone for his sins.

Now, Zhang Chulan realized that, apart from this, there was the real reason that made the King make up his mind.

They are all outcasts, outcasts who find no sense of belonging in this bustling world.

Feng Baobao is immaculate, neither celestial nor human, like a shadow of human imagination of perfection, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Zhang Chulan, on the other hand, was a man steeped in worldly grievances, scheming and cunning, his entire being imbued with the mundane realities of life. Yet, he was utterly weary, and though he looked down upon all living beings from his lofty position, he could not find his own place in the world.

They lived two completely opposite extremes, yet they arrived at the same destination by different paths. In essence, they were both out of step with the world of the general public and were outcasts rejected by everyone.

But that king was different.

It was not human to begin with, but the Great Sage Yellow Wind who roared throughout the three realms, a demon king who had lived for thousands of years. But stripped of this outer shell, it understood the warmth and coldness of human relationships better than the two of them, and was more like a flesh-and-blood, living person.

Yes, they are all outliers, yet they are also of the same kind.

In the instant his thoughts cleared, the knot that had been tangled in Zhang Chulan's mind for so long suddenly untied, and he suddenly understood.

Almost instantly, as his thoughts and breath synchronized, he twisted his waist and hips, channeling all the life cultivation he had honed under the Yellow Wind Great Sage into his legs. Accompanied by the crackling blue and white lightning arcs of the Yang Five Thunders, a powerful whip kick tore through the air and slammed into Zhang Lingyu's forearm, which he had raised to block.

After a dull bang, Zhang Lingyu was thrown backward, his cloth shoes carving two deep grooves into the ground as he slid a full six meters before he could barely regain his footing.

The moment he brought his legs back to a standing position, only one incredibly clear thought remained in his mind:

Those of the same kind should help each other and stick together for warmth.

After struggling to regain his footing, Zhang Lingyu stared grimly at the furrow he had dug in front of him. He couldn't believe that the one who had done all this was Zhang Chulan, who had been in a terrible state not long ago with a casual blow from him.

In a very short time, Zhang Chulan completed the reversal. Zhang Lingyu's feelings were indescribable. In order to dissipate the force of that whip kick, he was in a disheveled half-squatting and knee-bending position. But Zhang Chulan, on the other hand, stood straight with his back straight, as firm as a pine tree, and his breathing was not disturbed at all.

At this moment, in the center of the training ground, the roles of attacker and defender have been reversed, the strong and the weak have been turned upside down, and their identities have been completely switched.

He, who had always been regarded as the legitimate successor of the Celestial Master's Mansion and stood at the top looking down on his opponents, only now truly saw him as the challenger who was fighting with all his might to catch up.

"Junior Uncle, let's go again. Let's finish this quickly."

"Interesting. Compared to the younger one, you old man have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. I underestimated the cultivators of this new world. Although your skills are lacking, your supernatural abilities and spells are quite remarkable. It's really interesting."

Just as the decisive battle at Luotian Mountain was reaching its climax, at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Zhou Sheng, who was missing an arm, used his left hand to protect Wang Ye behind him, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, staring intently at the purple-skinned old Taoist in front of him.

No, he should be called the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

"First came Black Wind, then Yellow Wind, and adding Yellow Eyebrows wasn't enough, so why did you, you old poisoner who uses evil external alchemy, have to join us? What exactly are you trying to do? This world is no longer a place where you can do evil. Even ordinary people have the ability to change the world. No matter what you're planning, it's all destined to be in vain."

Although he cut off his right arm immediately after being poisoned, some of the evil poison still entered his body. Zhou Sheng had to use a lot of Qi to suppress the external evil, which prevented him from running away with Wang Ye. He could only stall for time and pray for help from a master.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, with a cat-and-mouse demeanor, didn't take the other party seriously at all. However, after hearing the other party's words, he agreed, saying, "Yes, nuclear fission weapons. After learning about them, I was also deeply moved. The innate transforms into the acquired, and a little evil fire causes the acquired impure essence to break through the body. Such a simple path, when interpreted differently, has accomplished such a feat. Chemistry, physics, biology, science is also a broad road. In the end, all sentient beings in this world have found a path different from the past."

After a moment of melancholy and reflection, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord sighed deeply, flicking his whisk with his fingertips. The white whisk tassel swept across the stone railing in front of him, carrying with it a wisp of lingering, thousand-year-old sorrow. His voice was filled with endless grief and helplessness: "If my junior sisters and I had been born in this peaceful world, we probably wouldn't have had to do such heinous things."

Unfortunately, back then, to avoid becoming elixirs in the furnaces of immortals and Buddhas, or food for the gods, I took one wrong step, and every step that followed was out of my control, a path I had no choice in.

"If you were forced to do it before, how can you say you have no choice now?!"

The deafening shout reached the ears of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord. Zhou Sheng, recalling the grave mistakes committed by the thirty-six thieves, and filled with profound remorse for his and his brothers' past wrongdoings, sincerely advised, "Why continue to be that demon lord, engaging in wicked acts of force and robbery? Immortal Lord, turn back before it's too late!"

But this earnest advice instantly wiped away the wry smile that had been playing on the face of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

The melancholy in his eyes vanished, replaced by a surge of resentment accumulated over a thousand years and a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

"Turning back is the right path? You're supposed to be a disciple of the Daoist sect, how can you spout such nonsense? Besides—"

He suddenly raised his hand, and his sleeves billowed like sails. A vast number of golden-headed Gu worms surged out of his sleeves like black clouds, blotting out the sky and the sun.

He threw his head back and let out a roar that shook the valley, each word filled with blood and a resolute determination that there was no turning back: "I am beyond saving, why should I turn back!!!"

In an instant, the Gu worms, which were localized and improved by the Locke family and matured with spiritual energy by exchanging popularity points, occupied a quarter of the scenic area at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Faced with the overwhelming swarm of Gu worms, ordinary people, members of the Quanxing sect, and company employees alike were all subjected to indiscriminate attacks.

"What is this thing??"

"Gu? No, this—there are just too many! They're everywhere on the mountain!"

"Run!"

The golden-headed gu, covering the mountains and plains, gathered into a black cloud that blotted out the sky, devouring even the sunlight overhead. The buzzing of their wings drowned out the mountain wind, making people's eardrums ache.

Liao Zhong stared in disbelief at the overwhelming tide of Gu swarms, but as the head of the Southwest region and a veteran who had fought on the front lines, he only hesitated for half a second before snapping back to his senses. He yelled at the people around him, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency: "Quick! Everyone get to Duo'er—Chen Duo! Quick!"

Everyone hurriedly gathered two meters away from Chen Duo, forming a tight circle. Sure enough, the Gu worms that had been swooping down immediately bypassed them and showed no further intention to attack.

Liao Zhong pressed his wildly beating heart, his body still covered in cold sweat, but his mind was in turmoil. He had previously thought that Zhao Fangxu's hasty summoning of all the temporary workers from various regions to Longhu Mountain was an overreaction, and he was worried that the other party was going to take action against the temporary worker system. Now he understood completely.

Damn it! All the poisonous Gu worms that the Medicine Immortal Society had accumulated over half a lifetime were not as numerous as a single hair on this swarm!

If I had known it would be like this—

Liao Zhong's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at Chen Duo beside him.

The girl remained expressionless, her fingers twirling a golden-headed Gu, and she was wholeheartedly pouring her senses into it.

The Gu worm, which appeared ferocious to others, was unusually docile on her fingertips, trembling slightly as if it were communicating with her in a way that others couldn't understand.

A moment later, Chen Duo released her grip, and the Gu worm flapped its wings and flew back to the swarm. She looked up, her face unusually serious, and said softly to Liao Zhong, "Uncle Liao, tell everyone not to attack them. As long as you don't block their path, they won't hurt anyone."

Liao Zhong was startled and suddenly looked up at the dark sky above. Countless Gu worms swept over their heads like a tide, showing no intention of stopping to attack.

Everyone was startled by the scene. How could you not attack when a bunch of insects rushed at you? But as long as you didn't attack, these Gu insects really just walked straight through the crowd. Seeing this, Liao Zhong hurriedly asked Chen Duo.

"Chen Duo, can you communicate with these Gu? What did they tell you?"

"They're looking for something." Chen Duo blinked, a hint of confusion in her eyes, "but I don't know what they're looking for."

Seeing the girl's bewildered expression, Liao Zhong felt both helpless and anxious. But his confusion didn't last long before he instantly understood what these swarming Gu worms were looking for.

A roar carrying a thousand years of resentment exploded from the foot of Longhu Mountain, spreading with the mountain wind throughout the entire mountain peak, each word sending chills down people's spines.

"Huang Feng!!! Come out here!!!"

"Men, kill them all!!!"

At the foot of the mountain, Red Boy pointed his Fire-Tipped Spear straight at the gate of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and a roar echoed through the valley.

A group of Quanxing demons pushed the Five Elements War Chariot and charged frantically up the mountain. Strangely, these Quanxing were all covered in a crimson blood light. The closer they got to Red Boy and the closer they rushed to the center of the mountain, the more their appearance resembled his. In the end, they had completely transformed into mindless yaksha demons.

With Red Boy's command, the Quanxing sect launched a full-scale attack on Longhu Mountain. The main force charging down the mountain and the hidden agents lying in ambush on the mountain attacked simultaneously. The employees of Na Du Tong immediately stepped forward to stop them, but facing the Quanxing demons who had been strengthened by Red Boy, the company's defenses were utterly vulnerable and retreated step by step.

Fortunately, these Quanxing had already completely lost their minds, and in their frenzy, they would pounce on and bite anything in sight.

Even the swarms of golden-headed Gu that swept across the sky and blotted out the sun, they dared to charge forward and attack with their weapons.

On one side were crazed demons who bit anyone they saw, and on the other side was a horde of Gu that had become ferocious after being disturbed. The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle, with the sounds of killing deafening.

It was this sudden chaos that gave the employees of Nadutong, who were on the verge of collapse, a rare chance to catch their breath.

Just as most of the Quanxing demons rushed up Longhu Mountain like a mad tide, and the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons at the mountain gate reverberated through the valley, Red Boy, carrying the Fire-Tipped Spear burning with Samadhi True Fire, was about to step onto the stone steps with the six Quanxing thieves beside him when two figures suddenly stepped out from the dense shade beside the mountain path and blocked his way.

Upon seeing Yan Huan and Zhuge Liang blocking his way, Red Boy first raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of surprise. Then, he sneered and slung the Fire-Tipped Spear heavily over his shoulder, causing the real fire at the tip of the spear to crackle.

He tilted his head and gestured with his chin toward the six thieves beside him, his tone full of nonchalant arrogance: "Men, you go up first and turn this Dragon Tiger Mountain upside down. I'll stay here and entertain our two distinguished guests."

The six thieves glanced at the two blocking their way, said nothing, and in a flash, they passed by Yan Huan and Zhuge Liang, heading straight for the battle on the mountain.

Yan Huan and Zhuge Liang didn't even lift their eyelids once, their eyes fixed on Red Boy in front of them, showing no intention of stopping him whatsoever.

Because they knew that stopping the Sudhana in front of them was already difficult enough, they didn't have the extra time to get entangled with these little devils.

Red Boy stood there with his Fire-Tipped Spear. Although he didn't actively release any pressure, the ferocious aura of the Yaksha Demon King, fueled by blood feud, pressed down on the hearts of the two of them like a red-hot iron mountain.

Feeling the suffocating pressure, Yan Huan instantly activated the jade within her body, and the essence of the five elements surged around her, completing her transformation.

While keeping a tight grip on Red Boy, he gritted his teeth and muttered to Zhuge Liang beside him, "Damn it! Couldn't you have brought two more people? Do you think the two of us can stop this Bull Saint Infant?!"

Red Boy on the other side still carried his gun, looking at them with a wicked grin as if they were facing a formidable enemy. His nonchalant demeanor concealed a world-destroying power.

The oppressive feeling he brought to Yan Huan was no less than the suffocating feeling he had when those ascended saints used their full power in his previous lives. This made him completely believe Zhuge Liang's previous deduction, and he dared not leave any room for wishful thinking.

Sure enough, even the difference between half-step ascension and true ascension is terrifyingly large.

At the same time, Zhuge Liang also completed his transformation. The calm and composed smile on his face was completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

At this moment, he felt a strong sense of regret. If he had known earlier that the demon king's strength was so terrifying, even if it would disrupt his entire plan, he should have brought Lu Bu and Diao Chan with him.

Stop being so cheeky.

Zhuge Liang sternly stopped Yan Huan, his fingertips already forming the core hand seal of the Wuhou Qimen.

"Show your hand directly!"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhuge Liang invoked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, directly summoning the White Tiger, representing the killing intent and warfare, and the Taiyin, representing concealment and scheming, from the Eight Deceptive Gods. Two solid phantoms appeared behind him with a thunderous roar, and an overwhelming murderous aura instantly swept across the entire area.

Meanwhile, Yan Huan summoned the Teng Snake, a creature associated with calamities and unpredictable changes. The three phantom spirits, imbued with destructive energy, launched a fierce attack directly at Red Boy.

As the three towering, mountain-like phantoms of the Eight Deceitful Gods, shrouded in overwhelming malevolent energy, crashed down upon Red Boy, a cluster of pure, azure Samadhi True Fire ignited at Zhuge Liang's fingertips.

If Zhuge Qing were here, and witnessed firsthand the Samadhi True Fire in his ancestor's hand, a fire that could be controlled at will and had already reached a state of perfection, he would probably have his Dao heart shattered on the spot, and would never again have the slightest thought of activating the True Fire, and would be trapped in the inner demon of wanting but not getting it for the rest of his life.

Before Zhuge Liang could unleash the true fire, facing the imminent attack, Red Boy grinned arrogantly, took a deep breath, and his chest and abdomen swelled up like a drum.

The next second, a pillar of azure fire, accompanied by dazzling Mach rings, burst forth from his mouth, piercing through the clouds and soaring into the sky. The surrounding world was instantly dyed a dazzling azure by the true fire, even the sun and moon paled in comparison.

At the same time, this sky-scorching, earth-shattering pillar of azure fire was not only seen by all the extraordinary people on and off the mountain, but also by civilian and military satellites in near-Earth orbit, all of which captured this terrifying phenomenon that pierced the heavens and the earth.

Inside the temporary command post outside the mountains, equipment alarms and shouts from personnel created a chaotic scene. Zhao Fangxu's face instantly turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily into the chair behind him.

He seemed to have completely lost his hearing, oblivious to the surrounding noise and commotion. His unfocused gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of blue on the screen, his lips trembling as he uttered a dazed, "It's over. Everything is over."

Back at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Zhuge Liang's face suddenly turned deathly pale. His usually squinty and ever-presently composed eyes widened in disbelief and horror.

When Red Boy exhaled all his true fire, the three mountain-like phantoms of the Eight Deceitful Gods couldn't even hold on for half a breath before turning into ashes in the azure flames.

He flicked the sparks off the tip of his spear, looked at the terrified Zhuge Liang with a bored expression, and said, "How boring, kid. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Just try them all out."

"If I'm satisfied, I'll spare your lives today!"