Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 183 Demon King? Brother Yong, you're kidding, right? Haha... You must be kidding, right!

Nestled quietly in the deep mountains of Liupanshui, Guizhou, a village is surrounded by lush green hills and clear waters. Waterfalls and springs flow around the village, and dense forests and bamboo groves completely envelop it. In this unique natural landscape, it has become a truly secluded paradise—this is Biyou Village.

Ma Xianhong, the founder of the village, always agreed with the Tongtian Sect Leader's (Tongtian Jiaozhu's) principle of "education for all" in the novel *Investiture of the Gods*. After Biyou Village was built, he took in a large number of ordinary people who had not cultivated their talents but yearned for the world of supernatural beings, and transformed them into supernatural beings using the Body Cultivation Furnace.

It was precisely because of this unwavering belief in education for all that Biyou Village grew in size day by day, and Ma Xianhong gradually lost his reverence for the rules. Coupled with his altered memories, this led to his inner resistance to certain organizations, sowing the seeds for future disasters.

This time, however, the divine wind stirred up by the unknown demon king swept across the entire world of supernatural beings, and this monstrous storm completely disrupted everyone's fate.

Hearing that something was wrong on Longhu Mountain, Ma Xianhong hesitated for a long time before deciding not to pursue the people who had defected from the village. Chen Duo was also transferred away due to the Yiwei Rebellion, which meant that the two no longer had any contact. This also prevented Liao Zhong from dying due to a careless mistake.

Biyou Village was never noticed by Na Du Tong because the entire world of supernatural beings was focused on the Yiwei Rebellion that occurred after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Ma Xianhong, who had been tormented by fate for half his life, seemed to have a rare stroke of good luck.

Unfortunately, fate spared him for the time being, but Locke never said he would let him go.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, and Locke, who followed in spirit form, walked on the road to Biyou Village.

Wang Ye, the leader, used magic to calculate the best way to traverse the mountain path. After splitting aside the bushes in front of him, he complained to Feng Baobao, who was rushing along while inhaling the wind, "Hey Baobao, even if the Yellow Wind King likes modern snacks, there's no need to keep eating them all the way, is there?"

"Smack smack, the king said, if you have nothing to do, eat more, smack smack, anyway, you're just idling around, smack smack, eat more when you should, so you won't go hungry when there's nothing to eat, smack smack."

Wang Ye turned his head and his eyes met Feng Baobao's unintentionally. The awkward eye contact between the two of them became insignificant under Feng Baobao's clear and bright gaze. Wang Ye was speechless and could only sigh.

"Alright, fine. You're right, and the king is right too. I was just mentioning it casually, so just consider me as someone who didn't need to say anything."

After saying that, Wang Ye continued to calculate the direction and route using the magic method, and stopped talking. He had now realized that you couldn't treat Feng Baobao as a person of the opposite sex, or even as a normal person.

However, after spending a long time together, Wang gradually discovered that Feng Baobao seemed to be a person with no sense of self, no feelings, and no ambition, but in reality, she was just a person with a pure and sincere heart.

But as they spent more time together, Wang also discovered that this girl seemed a bit too naive. Her world seemed different from others and could not be judged by common sense. Her emotions were not abundant, but they were very sincere.

For her, sleeping was sleeping, eating was eating, and fighting was fighting. The world had not left any obvious marks on her; she remained an innocent child, untainted by the world.

Thinking about this, Wang Ye felt that he had almost understood Feng Baobao. She was a true child at heart, a natural genius in cultivation.

Wait, cultivation?

When those two words reappeared in Wang Ye's mind, he subconsciously felt that he had grasped the real key point, and unconsciously turned his head to look at Feng Baobao again, staring intently into Feng Baobao's eyes.

Those eyes, so bright and restrained? And that calm gaze, so serene, as if devoid of desire.

No, it's inappropriate to say she's naive or innocent; it's not entirely accurate to say she has the heart of a child. A more precise description is that she possesses what spiritual practitioners pursue throughout their lives—peace of mind.

Yes, that's it!

After receiving the answer, Wang Ye continued to ponder it until they set up camp to rest, because he believed that his pursuits and realm had surpassed those of the mediocre masses. Especially after deciding to go up the mountain, he had an unconscious sense of superiority.

But now, this sense of superiority has been completely shattered in front of Feng Baobao. From the first time he saw the statue of Zhenwu the Great, he has been thinking about what he really is. This has become the answer he has been seeking all his life and the ultimate goal of his life.

But his pursuits were completely unimportant to Feng Baobao. She didn't need to think about anything about herself; she was simply herself, nothing more.

After figuring all this out, Wang remained silent, only squatting by the campfire with his knees drawn up to his chest, his gaze fixed on the crackling flames before him. He was lost in thought, the orange-red firelight licking his cheek, illuminating the self-mockery and reflection in his eyes.

Even though Zhang Chulan was yelling and huddled with Feng Baobao during their meal break, making a huge fuss as Zhuge Qing was trying to get through the Yellow Wind King's test, it didn't interrupt his thoughts in the slightest.

After a long while, Wang Ye finally let out a long sigh, his whole body instantly relaxing. He leaned back, his hands supporting him on the cool grass, gazing up at the star-studded night sky, and slowly uttered, "As expected, I still have a long way to go. I need to practice more."

"Hmph! You little bastard, you even know that? Looks like you're not entirely useless after all."

A voice, filled with discontent and the vicissitudes of time, suddenly drifted from behind Wang Ye. Hearing this familiar voice etched into his bones, Wang Ye turned his head sharply and saw Zhou Sheng, who had lost his right arm but was still wearing that faded old Taoist robe, standing behind him with his only remaining left hand behind his back, his brows and eyes still showing lingering anger.

Seeing this, Wang Ye didn't hesitate for a moment. Acting purely on instinct, he lunged forward and clung tightly to Zhou Sheng's leg, wailing in a tearful voice, "Grand Tutor! No! Master! You've finally come!"

Seeing this shameless fellow, Zhou Sheng was instantly enraged. He kicked Wang Ye in the backside, blowing his beard and glaring as he cursed, "I'm furious! After all these years, how come Wudang only produced such a useless piece of trash like you! And of all things, you were the one who inherited the Feng Hou Qi Men! It's like God specifically punished me by sending me here!"

The thought of this brat learning Feng Hou Qi Men either haphazardly flipping through four plates at the start or slacking off all day long made Zhou Sheng's teeth itch with rage. He wished he could exterminate him on the spot. It was only because he was the only one left in Wudang who knew Feng Hou Qi Men; otherwise, he would have already packed up and left back at Longhu Mountain. Why would he have gone back to save this rascal?

"Ouch! Master! Don't hit me, Master! Ah! I was wrong! Grand Tutor! Grand Tutor, please calm down! The King wants to see you!"

Wang Ye rolled on the ground twice, clutching his head, and hurriedly shouted out the crucial information.

Upon hearing the word "Your Majesty," Zhou Sheng, who had been blinded by anger, suddenly came to his senses and remembered the purpose of his visit. He immediately stopped, suppressed his rage, and looked up at Zhang Chulan and his group not far away.

Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing, and Feng Baobao stood motionless, staring at him intently. The campfire crackled, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Zhou Sheng glanced around, but didn't see anyone who matched the legendary image of the Yellow Wind Great Sage. His face darkened even more, and he grabbed Wang Ye by the back of his collar, gritting his teeth and warning sharply, "Where is the Yellow Wind Great Sage? You're not kidding me, are you? Fine, you dare to betray your master today, will you be condemned to exterminate your ancestors tomorrow? It seems Wudang can't keep you here. I'll clean house today!"

"Hey, you old monkey, I'm standing right here, what's wrong with your eyes? If you don't want your eyes, you can donate them to someone who needs them."

A lazy yet arrogant voice suddenly rang out. Zhou Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a round, yellow-furred ferret perched on Feng Baobao's head, wagging its tail and glancing at him sideways. He was immediately shocked and froze on the spot.

During the battle of Yiwei at Longhu Mountain, Zhou Sheng had never actually seen Locke's true face. At that time, in order to save that little bastard Wang Ye, he risked his life to confront the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord. If it weren't for the Great Sage Huangfeng drawing the centipede demon away with a gust of wind, he would have lost more than just his right arm.

In the chaos, he only knew that a powerful demon king had fought against four opponents, resulting in one death and three escapes. He didn't even notice that the palm-sized yellow-haired dumpling in front of him was none other than the Yellow Wind Great Sage who had stirred up the entire world of supernatural beings.

The thought that the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, whom he dared not even confront head-on, was severely injured and forced to flee by this Great Sage, not daring to reveal his whereabouts, made it impossible for Zhou Sheng to associate the soft, yellow-haired dumpling in front of him with the legendary Demon King.

That's exactly the effect Locke wanted. If he always maintained his original form, how would he have fun (crossed out) saving the world?

"Your right hand, you had it treated by someone? It wasn't cured, was it?"

"Does the Great Sage have a way to cure this old Taoist priest?"

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"Of course, although it will be a bit difficult, I can definitely cure it. However, I need you to do some things. Once you've done them, I will naturally help you detoxify."

Upon receiving this definitive answer, Zhou Sheng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a month, instantly settled down.

It was only then that he finally noticed Feng Baobao beneath Locke. With just one glance, his pupils contracted sharply, and his entire body tensed instantly. But in a moment, he forcibly suppressed the shock in his eyes and dared not look at Feng Baobao a second time. He immediately bowed and cupped his hands to the yellow-haired boy, his tone extremely respectful: "Whatever the Great Sage requests, this old Daoist dares not refuse in the slightest. Everything will be at the Great Sage's command."

"Alright, come and sit down. There's something I need to remind you of beforehand, so things will be easier tomorrow. By the way, does the Zhuge family have a habit of eavesdropping? The younger generation likes to eavesdrop, and the older generation does too?"

Upon hearing what the king said, Zhang Chulan was the first to react, and Zhuge Qing also realized it. The next moment, a squinty-eyed man who had lost his right arm stepped out from the shadows of the forest and said with a smile, "You flatter me. I am Zhuge Kongming, and I greet the Great Sage Huangfeng."

Upon seeing his idol, Wang Ye's face suddenly flushed red with excitement, but the thought that his idol had been watching his embarrassing moment made him turn pale again.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​colonizing other planets. He thought he should ask Zhang Chulan for a colonization strategy guide, since he believed Zhang Chulan was very good at it.

Just after an unknown rat set its sights on Biyou Village, many forces, including the company, also turned their attention to this inconspicuous organization of supernatural beings. As for Biyou Village, no one knows what they will go through.

"Sister Rong, do you think what people in the industry are saying is true? Is it true that a demon king really came out to fight on Dragon Tiger Mountain? And he destroyed half of the mountain!"

In the largest communal kitchen in Biyou Village, the broth on the stove was bubbling away, and the warm, smoky aroma of cooking filled the room.

Liu Wu Kui, the youngest student in the Eleventh Grade, squatted by the vegetable sink, clutching a bunch of romaine lettuce in her hand. The leaves were wrinkled from her grip. She was busy talking to Fu Rong, who was chopping vegetables next to her, her eyes full of curiosity and excitement at hearing the exciting gossip.

Fu Rong wielded the cleaver with practiced ease, the blade striking the cutting board with a rhythmic, crisp sound. She neatly arranged the thin, even strands of potato shreds, and without even looking up, she chimed in with a slightly exasperated sneer, "You just listen to those idiots in the industry spouting nonsense. A demon king causing chaos? That's utterly absurd. Putting aside what actually happened, in this world, where would any demons come from?"

"But I've seen so many people in the supernatural community talking about it! They're saying it with such detail!" Liu Wu Kui straightened up abruptly, his voice becoming noticeably louder, even forgetting to pick the vegetables from his hands. "They all say that the Yellow Wind Great Sage unleashed a single breath of Samadhi Divine Wind, whipping up a sky full of yellow sand that obscured..."

The sky was obscured by the sun; alone amidst the storm, he faced four demon kings, fighting four against one, instantly killing one and driving away the other three!

Upon hearing this, Fu Rong slammed the kitchen knife down on the cutting board. She finally turned around, looking at Liu Wu Kui, who was completely convinced, her temple twitching. Her face was a mixture of speechlessness and exasperation: "Kui'er, as a naturally gifted person, it's one thing if you don't know about cultivation, but Journey to the West is a classical novel, not a historical record. If you're going to lie, at least find something related to it! If you said some shamanic spirits from Northeast China caused trouble, I might believe you a little, but you've brought up the Yellow Wind Monkey King! How can I believe you?"

Liu Wu Kui's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief, and his voice was tinged with confusion: "Huh? Journey to the West—"

"Isn't it true?"

"nonsense."

Fu Rong rolled her eyes, picked up the cleaver again, and made another crisp sound as she chopped the knife.

"Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, was a real person recorded in historical books. Journey to the West is a fictional novel adapted from a Yuan dynasty play; the gods and demons in it are all made up. You should listen to less of that idle gossip and read more books. Besides, even if there really were a demon king wreaking havoc on Longhu Mountain, how could we possibly be here in the kitchen listening to gossip? The 'All-Knowing' people would be the first to keep the news tightly under wraps. Would they let you, the whole circle, hear it?"

"Oh—that makes sense."

Liu Wu Kui immediately deflated, squatted back down by the pool, listlessly tugging at the vegetable leaves. After a while, he raised his head again, his voice much softer, carrying a hint of barely concealed unease.

"Sister Rong, what if this is true? Do you think the leader might suffer some kind of divine retribution for establishing a new Jie Sect here and setting up a cultivation furnace?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fu Rong paused in her work, turned around to look at the little girl's anxious face, softened her tone, and stopped complaining.

"Don't we all know who the leader is? He's kind-hearted and protects us who have nowhere else to go. Why would he suffer retribution for no reason? Don't believe everything you hear and keep thinking about useless things. Hand over the vegetables once you've picked them, don't just sit there in a daze."

"Oh! Coming!" Liu Wu Kui immediately responded and ran over with the freshly picked vegetables.

Just as the two sisters finished preparing a large meal together, it gradually got dark. Suddenly, an old man with a cane appeared outside the kitchen door. Liu Wu Kui, carrying the dishes, was about to go out when he saw the old man and called out enthusiastically, "Grandpa Bi! Has the leader been waiting long? No need to rush us, we'll serve the food right away!"

Bi Yuan, a legendary figure in the world of supernatural beings, shook his head and said instead, "No, the sect leader's guests aren't coming, so there's no need to bring them over."

"Oh? But the food is already cooked, what should we do?"

"I thought Jin Yong had just returned, so why don't we call Qiu Rang and the others, and have a get-together?"

Fu Rong glanced at the table full of dishes, sighed, and nodded.

"That's the only way. Kui'er, go and call Yong-ge and the others. Let's get together today."

"Alright!"

Before long, all eleven highly accomplished individuals from Biyou Village had gathered. Seeing that the village hadn't been this lively in a long time, Grandpa Bi Yuan smiled and opened several bottles of fine wine that had been aged for many years. The warm yellow light, along with the aroma of the wine, filled the air, and the atmosphere at the table was warm and harmonious.

After a few rounds of drinks, Qiu Rang, his cheeks flushed, shoved his elbow into Jin Yong's shoulder and asked slurredly, "Jin Yong, is your brother's injury alright?"

"Hey, what could possibly happen to him? He just got out of the game and stumbled. He'll be back to his old self after a couple of days of rest."

As Jin Yong spoke, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Qiu Rang with a half-smile, and said with a hidden meaning in his words, "But Old Qiu, I've been back in the village for almost half a month, and you only suddenly asked about my brother today? I think you have ulterior motives."

Seeing his thoughts exposed, Qiu Rang chuckled and, without beating around the bush, leaned forward and said bluntly, "Hey, I knew I couldn't hide it from you! I'll just say it straight—you're the only one in the village who went to Longhu Mountain recently. Even though you left early, you definitely know more than we do. The whole community of supernatural beings is buzzing with rumors that a catastrophe occurred at the Luotian Grand Ceremony on Longhu Mountain, even calling it the 'Yiwei Rebellion.' Tell us, my friend, what exactly happened?"

"What could have happened? Just like the reports online, the earthquake triggered a shale gas explosion, nothing more, it's all a coincidence."

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Jin Yong, holding his wine glass, dodged the question. Seeing that Jin Yong wouldn't tell the truth, Zhong Xiaolong, whose face was also flushed from drinking, suddenly stood up, grabbed Jin Yong from behind by the neck, and shouted with a laugh, "Brother Yong, you're not being honest! Even I know, how could there be shale gas in Longhu Mountain? Those old Taoists are all so good at divination, would they really build their mountain gate in such a dangerous place? You're just trying to fool us with pure lies!"

Upon hearing this, the men at the table burst into laughter, joining in the commotion, and several of them twirled and twisted together in a playful tussle.

After a while of commotion, everyone finally sat down again. Jin Yong straightened his wrinkled clothes, remained silent for a moment, then looked up and scanned everyone, asking earnestly, "You—you really want to know?"

Upon hearing this, apart from Grandpa Bi who had been slowly sipping his wine, the rest of the talented individuals instantly perked up, crowding around and nodding frantically.

Even Fu Rong, who hadn't said much, put down her chopsticks, her eyes filled with barely concealed curiosity.

Seeing this, Jin Yong turned to look at Bi Yuan, who was in the main seat. Bi Yuan rubbed his wine glass with his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

"Alright, then I'll be frank. The cult leader specifically instructed us to keep this a secret, but judging from the current situation, it's impossible to keep it a secret any longer, so I might as well lay it all out on the table with you."

Jin Yong leaned forward, lowering his voice, and sobered up considerably.

"Let me ask you first, when was the last time our world of supernatural beings was thrown into chaos?"

Zhang Kun, who had been huddled in the corner and barely noticeable, didn't even raise his head and muttered, "1944, the year of Jia Shen, the Jia Shen Rebellion."

"That's right." Jin Yong nodded and tapped the table with his fingertips. "Back in the Jia Shen Rebellion, the Thirty-Six Thieves formed a brotherhood, which led to the entire righteous and extraordinary world joining forces to hunt them down. In the end, they even created the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, such heaven-defying divine skills."

"Everyone here knows how powerful the Eight Extraordinary Skills are, so I don't need to elaborate."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the accomplished individuals at the table nodded in agreement.

After all, who among us hasn't benefited from the Sect Leader's Divine Craftsmanship? Not to mention those mass-produced beauties with maxed-out combat power, the Sect Leader can create as many magical artifacts as he wants, like molding clay figures.

The Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, is already so extraordinary that it's no wonder the entire martial arts world went crazy back then, vying for all eight of these skills.

"But what I want to say is that this Yiwei Rebellion was much bigger and more violent than the Jiashen Rebellion back then. Do you know what happened on the mountain before the Luotian Grand Ceremony even officially started?"

"What is it?"

Everyone held their breath and moved forward in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Yong, as if telling a ghost story, lowered his voice and began to tell the group of senior cultivators in a sinister tone: "That day, without any warning, a yellow wind suddenly swept up on Longhu Mountain. The wind was extremely evil; when it blew on a person, it could even take away the essence and spirit from the cracks in their bones. The entire Longhu Mountain, from top to bottom, inside and out, was being swept by this wind."

I didn't believe it at the time, so I reached out to block the yellow wind. Guess what I touched?

The group of highly talented individuals exclaimed in unison, "What?"

"A handful of yellow sand!" Jin Yong paused abruptly, then said, word by word, "In the Longhu Mountain area, there are green hills and clear waters, and it's hard to find even a grain of sand. There simply isn't any yellow sand there!"

"Wow!"

Liu Wu Kui was so frightened that he trembled on the spot and subconsciously buried his head in Fu Rong's arms beside him, but his ears were perked up, and he was unwilling to miss a single word of what followed.

"Later, it was the old master who personally intervened, and with the company joining forces to refute the rumors and suppress the matter, the mountain was finally at peace for the next few days. Although many people sensed something was wrong and slipped away in advance, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony still proceeded as scheduled." Jin Yong took a sip of wine to calm himself down and continued, "Until Zhang Chulan suddenly unleashed strength far beyond his peers, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony inexplicably accelerated its schedule. I sensed something was wrong at that moment, and packed my things and ran down the mountain overnight."

"Huh? Yong-ge, you're off already?" Zhong Xiaolong asked with a mischievous grin. "Then why did you only come back to the village after almost half a month? Did you go off to have some fun with your old flame as soon as you went down the mountain?"

"Don't interrupt! Let me finish!" Jin Yong glared at him, his tone instantly turning cold. "On the last day, I did head down the mountain, but I was too late. As soon as I reached the foot of the mountain, I ran into a group of Quanxing demons pushing the Five Elements Chariot up the mountain, forcibly blocking me back into Longhu Mountain."

"Quanxing? Wait a minute, the Five Elements Chariot? What's that?" Fu Rong frowned and asked first.

"I know that! Red Boy's Five Elements Chariot!" Liu Wu Kui peeked out from Fu Rong's arms and blurted out.

"Red... Red Boy?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Rong froze instantly, completely rooted to the spot. She stiffly turned her head, staring intently at Jin Yong, her voice trembling: "Brother Yong, you—you're joking, right? Red Boy and all that, that's just something made up in mythology, it's fake, right? You must be drunk and just playing a prank on us, right?"

Fu Rong forced a smile, and the other guests at the table echoed her sentiments, all thinking that Jin Yong was drunk and making up lies to fool people, and they burst into laughter.

But as they laughed, they realized that not only did Jin Yong not have a smile on his face, but even Bi Yuan, the old man who had been slowly sipping his wine in the main seat, was looking at them with his eyes downcast and a serious expression, without any hint of joking.

The laughter gradually subsided and finally disappeared completely into the air, and the warm table instantly turned cold.

Fu Rong's smile vanished completely, replaced by an expression more like a grimace. Undeterred and clinging to the last shred of hope, she pressed on, her voice trembling, "Brother Yong—you must be joking, right?"

Jin Yong's only response was a silent rebuke.

At the same time, outside Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong sat blankly on a large rock by the pool under the waterfall. He couldn't stop trembling as he thought of what his sister had said to him on the phone not long ago.

"Xianhong, I've received word that the Great Sage Huangfeng seems to have his eye on you and is heading towards Biyou Village. Forget about the others, I'll send someone to pick you up, and we'll leave tomorrow."

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