Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 180 Don't say that cowards have no backbone; a man of courage and integrity can be called a Great Sage.

"Xiao Zhao, if we could, we wouldn't want to do this either, but as you know, this is the policy towards superhumans all over the world. Logically speaking, our best decision right now is to raze Longhu Mountain to the ground. After all, the birth of the Demon King is far beyond our tolerance."

"I know, leader, but the situation is still under control. The Yellow Wind Great Sage is very strong. Although he looks scary, we actually still have the advantage. The reason why this situation has occurred is entirely because the power of those demon kings has exceeded our previous understanding."

A few kilometers outside Longhu Mountain, Zhao Fangxu braved the strong winds outside the evacuation zone to report the situation to his superiors via satellite phone. Although the company and his superiors had prepared the highest-level emergency plan, it seemed that they still lacked a proper understanding of the existence of beings at or above the Yuhua level.

It now appears that modern technology is quite effective in containing these powerful demon kings. In terms of individual destructive power, these are undoubtedly several super bombs that could be detonated silently at any moment.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu's gaze unconsciously fixed on the sandstorm sweeping across the sky and earth.

The Samadhi Divine Wind, controlled by the Great Sage Yellow Wind, began to expand from its initial range within the Longhu Mountain area shortly after the Old Celestial Master entered. Now, it has covered most of Longhu Mountain, along with dozens of miles of surrounding mountainous areas.

Fortunately, the Great Sage deliberately kept the battlefield enclosed in the desolate mountains, and also evacuated the nearby ordinary people in advance. Otherwise, if this had affected the nearby town, it would have been truly disastrous.

As they were speaking, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the sandstorm, and a raging torrent of true fire tore through the storm barrier and surged straight into the sky!

Zhao Fangxu and the employees of Nadutong next to him were startled and trembled all over. Without thinking, they instinctively covered their heads and squatted down. After a long while, after confirming that they were alright, they dared to cautiously peek out.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangxu's tired eyes were filled with worry. Since the divine wind began to spread, the demon kings in the eye of the wind have been fighting more and more fiercely. The supernatural powers and spells of other demon kings, such as lightning, black wind, golden light, and fire pillars, would break through the wind barrier from time to time. Each time, they would bring these supernatural beings a shock and helplessness that went deep into their bones.

As an extraordinary person, he has already surpassed 50,000 ordinary people without talent by possessing innate Qi sense.

From a young age, he trained hard in the coldest and hottest winters and summers, strengthening his muscles and bones and practicing breathing exercises. He would sit quietly in a secluded room, enduring days and nights that ordinary people could not even imagine.

With blood and sweat a thousand times greater than ordinary people, they crossed the insurmountable chasm between mortals and extraordinary people, becoming unattainable powerhouses in the eyes of others, thinking that they could finally firmly grasp their own destiny.

But only now, facing the divine winds sweeping across the heavens and the phantom of the demon king, did they realize that all the hardships they had endured and the cultivation they had gained at the cost of everything were utterly insignificant and meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Because what they were facing was not something that humans could contend with, but a colossal being that existed only in myths and legends, capable of changing the world.

In the past, when they saw each other in the stories, they only thought these monsters were really lame. But now that they are in front of them, they realize that even the lowest combat unit in the story is an ascended celestial soldier.

Zhao Fangxu is now very clear that the only way for them to get involved in this battle is to fight to the death.

The storm that swept across the sky and earth was accompanied by fierce winds, which made Zhao Fangxu's coat flutter loudly, and the fabric was torn by the wind, making a taut tearing sound.

The occasional bursts of lightning deep within the storm would briefly tear through the swirling yellow sand, revealing the silhouettes of the demon kings locked in battle in the eye of the storm. Amidst the deafening howls and sounds of fighting, Zhao Fangxu gripped the satellite phone, his voice low: "Leader, to be frank, ever since I took over my father's job, I've considered maintaining stability in the world of supernatural beings and social order my duty. And I've done it for so many years now. I believe I've lived up to the trust of the Party and the organization. Even if I were to die today, I could still stand tall in front of my father and say that I haven't disgraced him."

But now, everything that's happening is beyond my control. Yes, of course I don't want to die, but what I fear even more is that we've pushed our comrades to the opposite side with our own hands.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the satellite phone. When the other person's voice came through again, it was much gentler:

"Xiao Zhao, we have never forgotten the contributions your father, and the older generation of comrades from Yiren, made to the country and the nation during the War of Resistance Against Japan. Even now, on Longhu Mountain, there are still veterans who risked their lives fighting the Japanese invaders. This is the core reason why we have remained unwilling to resort to final measures until now."

The tone shifted abruptly, the voice carrying a tremendous weight, crashing down like electricity: "But the problem is, who can guarantee that the Great Sage Yellow Wind will win? What if he loses, and we haven't prepared contingency plans? What will the consequences be? How many innocent people will lose their lives because of our decision today? Who will bear this enormous responsibility? You, or me?"

Zhao Fangxu's hand, gripping the satellite phone, trembled uncontrollably. Even after so many years at the helm of Na Du Tong and witnessing countless storms, he was now overwhelmed by this immense responsibility, his chest tightening and even his breathing becoming painfully labored.

He was also at the bonfire party, but he arrived in the middle of the night. He disguised himself and came to Bao'er's side. He chatted with Dasheng for a long time. When he felt the time was right, he asked about his past. Dasheng didn't say anything, but instead summoned a pipa and sang a story for him.

"Huangfengling, stretching for eight hundred li, was once a rich and prosperous area outside the Great Wall."

One day, a rat plague struck out of nowhere, leaving behind a smoky, miasma-filled landscape where no one could be found.

Without father, ruler, or law, they commit evil deeds and are protected by Heaven.

Fortunately, with the power of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the evil wind was temporarily suppressed.

Unexpectedly, disaster struck suddenly, and the wicked beast returned to its homeland.

The fact that a murderer is not killed is frowned upon by all, while the sudden death of a lucky star remains a mystery.

Little did they know that ordinary eyes could not discern the truth hidden within the belly of a rat.

In Yellow Wind Valley, I met a traveler who shattered my dream with a single sentence.

In the past, I stole oil out of greed; now I realize the sorrow of all living beings.

I do not seek a place before the Buddha on sacred mountains, nor do I yearn to dwell in desolate caves.

A single steel fork supports the heavens and the earth, while the yellow winds of ten thousand miles protect the dust and mud.

I am willing to shield you from the flames of calamity with my own body, and I dare to fight against the ferocious beast with my solitary courage.

Don't say that cowards have no backbone; with courage and integrity, they are worthy of being called the Great Sage!

Under the moonlight, the face of the Yellow Wind Great Sage, which Zhao Fangxu had never seen before, clearly appeared in his mind, his expression a mixture of regret and...

A sense of relief mixed with resolve. Coming to his senses, he answered the satellite phone with unwavering conviction: "I'll take responsibility! I trust him!"

There was less than a half-second pause on the other end of the line before a resolute reply came through, the voice calm and unwavering: "Okay. But you're not qualified to take this responsibility. This is a matter of utmost importance, and only I can bear the consequences. We won't act rashly until you've decided to resort to the final measures. Good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the satellite phone was abruptly disconnected, leaving only a cold busy tone in the receiver. There was no extra preamble or pleasantries, leaving Zhao Fangxu, his hands covered in cold sweat, standing in the howling wind, staring at the sandstorm sweeping across the sky.

Zhao Fangxu felt as if a huge boulder had been lifted off his body. He clutched his chest and gasped for breath. But before he could catch his breath, a fireball carrying a scorching heat suddenly burst out from the depths of the yellow wind, trailing a long, crimson tail of flame, and shot straight toward the clouds above the sky!

Zhao Fangxu stood rooted to the spot, staring at the shooting star that streaked across the sky. It took him a while to realize that it was one of the demon kings, and the only one among them who used fire was probably—

Red Boy?

Just as the firelight illuminated half the sky, Bi Youlong, the only director of Na Du Tong who came from a top-tier background, returned with his elite men.

He was covered in yellow sand and blood, his collar torn by the wind, and his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. It was clear that the Quanxing, who had completely lost their minds, had caused him considerable trouble.

"Chairman Zhao, look!"

Bi Youlong clutched the yin-yang paper painted by the Wang family gods tightly in his hand, rushed to Zhao Fangxu in a few steps, and handed the paper over.

Zhao Fangxu quickly took the Yin-Yang paper, and two characters suddenly appeared on it.

The moment they won, the massive yellow wind barrier that had swept across the heavens and earth was suddenly torn apart, and a demonic wind carrying billowing black smoke burst forth, fleeing madly towards the clouds. From the depths of the eye of the storm, a furious roar that shook the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain erupted: "Where do you think you're going!"

Before the words were finished, a three-pronged steel fork with a chilling gleam shot out from the wind, accompanied by the Samadhi Divine Wind. In an instant, it caught up with the fleeing black wind and pierced the bear monster within it with deadly precision!

The guardian deity of Mount Putuo in the South China Sea was instantly and severely injured by the divine wind attached to the steel fork. His protective demonic aura shattered, and he immediately transformed into his original form as a black bear, howling as he tumbled into the deep mountain ravine. Wherever he passed, rocks crumbled, trees were broken, and dust filled the sky.

Before Zhao Fangxu and the others could recover from this earth-shattering attack, they saw another dark shadow, carrying an insect's tail, crash through the mountain path and dense forest on the other side, fleeing desperately out of the mountains at a terrifying speed imperceptible to the naked eye, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

Before the dark figure could even break through the boundary of Longhu Mountain, a colossal worm formed from the vast expanse of yellow sand, like a giant whale leaping from the sea, crashed down from mid-air with earth-shattering power towards the fleeing dark figure!

As the shrimp formed from yellow sand crashed down, a deafening roar, comparable to the earth splitting and mountains collapsing, suddenly rang out, causing the entire mountain range to tremble violently.

The violent impact swept outwards, smashing a bottomless meteorite crater into the valley. Debris and yellow sand shot into the sky, blotting out the sun.

From the bottom of the pit came the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's pained and hateful roar, his venomous voice piercing through the billowing dust, each word filled with a vicious, clenched teeth: "Huang Feng! You just wait! I will repay this debt a hundredfold!"

Zhao Fangxu stood frozen in place, mouth agape, his eyes fixed on the direction where the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had fallen, completely lost in thought. Even a piece of gravel the size of a millstone whistling past their heads didn't elicit the slightest reaction from him.

Bi Youlong, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and grabbed Zhao Fangxu by the back of his collar, slamming him to the ground. The two of them had only been lying down for a couple of seconds when the violent shockwave from the impact, along with the yellow sand that blotted out the sky, swept over them like a tsunami.

Once the shockwave had completely dissipated and the surroundings had finally returned to calm, Bi Youlong cautiously poked his head out. After confirming that everyone was alright, he called for his men to get up, brushed the thick layer of yellow sand off his clothes, and pulled up Zhao Fangxu, who was still stiff and covered in dust. He asked in a deep voice, "Chairman Zhao, are you alright?"

Seeing that Zhao Fangxu was still staring blankly at the mess in the distance, Bi Youlong called out to him several times and even waved his hand in front of his eyes several times before Zhao Fangxu suddenly came back to his senses.

After all, unlike Bi Youlong, a top-tier general who had fought his way out of the bloodbath of Hushan, Zhao Fangxu had spent his entire life sitting in headquarters. In the end, he was just an office-based leader and had never seen such a scene comparable to a natural disaster.

"Chairman Zhao, it should be over—we should have won."

Bi Youlong's voice still carried lingering fear. He had seen everything in his life—gunfire, battles against supernatural beings—but this was something he had never seen before. He couldn't even imagine it. Who could have imagined that in this materialistic, scientific society, there existed such a terrifying existence that could cause natural disasters with a single thought?

Zhao Fangxu murmured a repeated phrase, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings. As far as the eye could see, everything was in ruins, with broken rocks and logs scattered everywhere. The entire mountain looked as if it had been skinned alive; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the mountain had collapsed and the earth had cracked.

Looking into the distance, the mountain peaks broken off by the Black Wind Monster, the huge crater created by the impact, and the mountainside of Longhu Mountain that had been forcibly shaved in half—this scene of devastation, comparable to the aftermath of a level 10 natural disaster, made his throat tighten. In the end, he could only squeeze out a weak but clear sentence: "No, we just didn't lose."

Bi Youlong followed Zhao Fangxu's gaze across the ravaged mountains, his throat bobbing, but he remained silent. The initial relief of surviving the ordeal faded, replaced by a heavy sense of oppression that slowly spread through the swirling, unfallen sands. After a long pause, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "So—what should we do next?"

Zhao Fangxu ran his fingers over the still-warm satellite phone in his hand, his gaze fixed on the gradually subsiding sandstorm before him. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight as he slowly said, word by word, "The Great Sage's battle is over. But our battle has only just begun."

As the words fell, a green leaf, swept away by the wind, drifted away with the weakening yellow wind and finally landed on the edge of the cliff that had just been carved out by the fierce battle of Longhu Mountain.

At the edge of the cliff, Zhang Zhiwei reached out to check Xiao Zizai's still steady pulse and breathing. He slowly straightened up, his gaze falling on the towering figure of the Great Sage Yellow Wind not far away, and asked in a deep voice, "Great Sage, what will the world be like in the future?"

The Great Sage Huang Feng gazed at the mountains and ravines reshaped by the great battle, and at the devastated yet ultimately protected humankind, remaining silent for a long time.

The mountain wind whipped his robes, making them flutter loudly. After a long while, he slowly spoke, "It's alright, I'm here."

One month later, this station reports that a month has passed since the "7.2" major geological disaster and secondary explosion accident in Longhushan, Yingtan, Jiangxi.

The earthquake, triggered by shallow geological activity, and the subsequent shale gas leak and explosion, caused severe property damage and localized ecological destruction to the Longhushan Scenic Area and surrounding areas, which is regrettable.

However, thanks to the fact that the Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain had implemented a complete closure management before the accident due to the Luotian Grand Ritual, and that relevant personnel evacuation and control measures were in place, the casualties in this accident were effectively controlled, minimizing the loss of life and safety of the people.

Now, we'll switch our focus to the ongoing disaster reconstruction efforts and hear reports from our frontline reporters.

"As expected of the company, they managed to suppress this; it's simply amazing."

Wang Ye, his body wrapped in bandages, lay in his hospital bed watching the news on TV. He grumbled at Zhang Chulan, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, in the next bed. Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes with difficulty and said irritably, "Hey, old Wang, that's enough. I didn't take those 500 million. It's no use taking your anger out on me."

Mentioning this king only fueled her anger, and she immediately complained to Zhang Chulan, "No, I just don't understand. The demon king and the immortals have all appeared, so why are people still targeting us? They even attacked my family. If it weren't for that, would I have bothered with you guys?"

"How would I know? Besides, the company is so busy right now that I'm lucky if I have time to deal with your affairs. If my injury hadn't almost healed, you wouldn't even have anyone to complain to, and nobody would care about you. You should be grateful that I'm here."

After saying that, Wang Ye lost his temper. It wasn't that he couldn't understand, but he was simply worried because his family members were being monitored.

After calming down a bit, Wang Ye glanced sideways at Zhang Chulan's pig-like face and asked curiously, "Alright, I'll accept the 500 million commission fee, but what happened to your injury? I only got this badly injured after just one encounter with that centipede demon. How did you get this?"

"Don't mention it. I got beaten up by the clerk just because I refused to inherit the Heavenly Master's Degree. Let's not talk about that. Actually, your problem is easy to solve. I can even waive the money for you, but there's one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"The king wants you to come with me to a place, and you also need to go and bring Zhuge Qing along."

"That's it? Okay, I can try. Where?"

"I think it's called something like Biyou Village?"