Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 184 Biyou Village? New Intercept? Cult Leader? Kid, how dare you? Look my eye!

"Chairman Zhao, you need to give us a straight answer and a decision on whether or not we should get involved in the Biyou Village matter!"

Inside the closed meeting room at the headquarters of Nadutong, a group of directors looked at Zhao Fangxu, who remained silent, their faces full of undisguised exhaustion and helplessness. They offered their advice in a cacophony of words, earnestly trying to persuade their leader to stop hesitating.

Ever since the end of the Yiwei Rebellion at Longhu Mountain, these headquarters directors haven't had a full night's sleep, working non-stop every day.

Bi Youlong, who worked the hardest, only managed to squeeze out four hours of sleep over three whole days. He worked non-stop like this for a whole month. Even a superhuman with a foundation in Qi cultivation would be exhausted.

Just when things were finally getting back to normal at Longhu Mountain, Biyou Village suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the deep mountains of southwest China. This was already a sensitive time, with everyone on edge, and then this massive bombshell that crossed the population red line exploded out of nowhere – it was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

With just the workload accumulated over the past month, even a donkey made of iron would be exhausted to death, let alone the donkeys in the production team.

The immense pressure had been relentless for a month, and even these seasoned board members were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Seeing Zhao Fangxu remain silent with his eyes downcast, Huang Boren finally couldn't sit still any longer. He leaned forward and voiced the long-held thoughts of everyone present.

"Chairman Zhao, let me be frank, it's not that we're forcing you, it's that we really have no other choice."

"You are the person in charge of the company. You are the one who can speak with that Monkey King, and you are the one who can directly communicate with the higher-ups. In the current situation, no one but you has the right or reason to make decisions. In the entire company, only you have this authority, and only you can shoulder this responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu could no longer remain silent. He raised his hand in a reassuring gesture, placed the phone he had been clutching face down on the conference table, then looked up and slowly scanned each of the tired-looking directors before speaking. His voice was not loud, but every word commanded respect.

"I know everyone is exhausted these days. To be honest, I'm just as tired as you are. But this is our responsibility. We have to do our job. Since we are in this position and enjoy the privileges and conveniences given to us by the company, we have to take on the corresponding responsibilities and guard this line. This is our duty, and we can't shirk it."

The directors present certainly understood this principle. They were simply overwhelmed by a month of non-stop work and under immense mental pressure, which led them to lose their composure and say inappropriate things.

Awakened by Zhao Fangxu's words, everyone lowered their heads, their faces showing a hint of shame, realizing their earlier lapse in composure.

Zhao Fangxu was well aware that Huang Boren hadn't said or done anything wrong; he had simply spoken the truth on behalf of everyone.

So his words were just a warning shot, meant to calm everyone down and prevent them from making any irrational decisions or saying anything outrageous under pressure. Seeing that everyone had calmed down, he softened his tone, expressed his long-held concerns, and posed a question.

"However, everyone has indeed been under immense mental pressure that most people couldn't handle during this period. Let's leave what just happened here; I won't pursue it further."

Regarding the issue of Biyou Village, before making a decision, I have a question I'd like to ask everyone here first.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, and asked, word by word, "Why does everyone seem to subconsciously place the Yellow Wind Great Sage on the opposite side of us?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence; not a sound could be heard, not even a whisper. Everyone present froze, pondering Zhao Fangxu's seemingly casual remark.

Yes.

Why is that?

"Actually, I understand everyone's mentality all too well."

Zhao Fangxu's voice remained steady as it slowly swept over the crowd present.

"Faced with an existence that far exceeds our understanding and can overturn the world with a flick of the wrist, it is normal to feel apprehensive, vigilant, and even instinctively fearful. These are all biological instincts ingrained in our bones, and I don't blame anyone."

Then, Zhao Fangxu changed the subject and added seriously, "But don't forget, in the battle at Longhu Mountain, if it weren't for the Great Sage Huangfeng fighting four demon kings single-handedly and helping us get rid of four demon kings who could turn the world upside down, the social order we tried our best to maintain would have completely collapsed."

If it really comes to that, then the fact that we, the board members of the "All-Knowing" group, failed to fulfill our duties and neglected our responsibilities will be the least of our worries.

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He paused, his tone growing heavier, and said something he only dared to say behind closed doors, something truly heartfelt: "To put it bluntly, the Great Sage Yellow Wind is indeed not human. I even heard him admit to me to his face that he had eaten people. But no matter what he is, Longhu Mountain owes him a debt. Not only do we, the All-Knowing Gang, but the higher-ups, the entire world of supernatural beings, and even all of humanity, owe him an immense debt of gratitude."

At this point, Zhao Fangxu decided to be completely frank: "Since we are here behind closed doors today, and everyone present is a core member of the company, I will speak frankly about many things that are not appropriate to say in public. From beginning to end, we have gone down the wrong path—we should never have regarded the Yellow Wind Great Sage as an opponent that we needed to be wary of and guard against."

On the contrary, we should treat him as one of our own, someone we should be firmly committed to.

These bold, almost heretical words exploded in the conference room like a thunderclap, leaving everyone speechless.

It was at this moment that the board members realized once again that Zhao Fangxu's position as the head of Nadutong was not due to any family legacy, but entirely due to his ability to see through the big picture and take huge risks. He truly secured his position through his own hard work.

"Therefore, regarding the matter of Biyou Village, I am now formally issuing the order."

Zhao Fangxu's tone instantly regained its unyielding decisiveness.

"The company immediately assembled a task force with the objective of disbanding Biyou Village and bringing the village chief, Ma Xianhong, back to headquarters for questioning."

Before confirming that he poses no risk of disrupting social stability or violating population red lines, strict restrictions on his personal freedom should be imposed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent, but the huge weight that had been pressing on everyone's chests instantly lifted.

The previous anxiety, hesitation, and breakdown vanished, and no one had any objections anymore. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Only Chairman Su, sitting in the corner, still had his brows tightly furrowed and did not relax at all.

"Alright, everyone has had a tough time these past few days, especially Youlong. It's all thanks to you that you've held on for the past month."

Zhao Fangxu waved his hand, his tone softening.

"Go back and get some rest. I'll personally oversee and plan the follow-up actions. That's all for now, meeting adjourned. Everyone, get some rest."

The directors rose and left, and soon only Zhao Fangxu and Chairman Su remained in the large conference room. Chairman Su looked troubled, leaned forward, and lowered his voice, saying, "Chairman Zhao, I have no objection to your decision just now. But we still haven't figured out Huang Feng Dasheng's true purpose. Should we—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Fangxu raised his hand to interrupt him. He slowly picked up the phone that had been face down on the table and turned it on.

The screen clearly displayed "Calling," and the recipient's field clearly stated three words:

On the winding mountain road outside Biyou Village, the morning breeze rustled through the forest. Several black SUVs were parked on the side of the road with their engines off. Members of the Yaoxing Society surrounded the area, the atmosphere tense like a fully drawn bowstring.

Ma Xianhong stood beside the car, took the satellite phone handed to him, and immediately heard Qu Tong's anxious voice coming through the receiver.

"Xianhong, why won't you listen to your sister?"

Qu Tong's tone was filled with a sense of frustration and disappointment.

"You need to understand, it's not just that Yellow Wind Monster looking for you now, the entire Na Du Tong gang is also watching you, and they even dare to try and capture you despite the Yellow Wind Monster's pressure. If you don't leave now, once the company people surround you, you really won't be able to escape! Listen to your sister, get in the car immediately, let's go!"

Holding the phone, Ma Xianhong looked back at Biyou Village nestled in the mountain valley. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his voice unwavering: "Sister, I can't leave. The cultivation furnace is almost finished, and everyone in the village is waiting for me. I can't just abandon them like this."

Upon hearing this, Qu Tong on the other end of the phone instantly became anxious, her voice rising sharply: "Xian Hong! Don't you even listen to your sister anymore? The furnace can be rebuilt anytime! The company won't make things difficult for the ordinary people in your village, listen to me!"

"If the company won't, what about the Yellow Wind Monster?"

One sentence caused an instant silence on the other end of the phone. Qu Tong was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing his sister fall silent when faced with a difficult question, Ma Xianhong felt more confident. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice into the phone, "Sister, I'll go back and disband the village right now. Give me a little more time. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After saying that, without waiting for Qu Tong to speak again, he hung up the phone and handed the satellite phone back to the leader of Yaoxing Society, saying only, "Wait for me here."

The leader was expressionless, his tone cold and uncompromising: "My boss's orders to me are to bring you back safely."

Ma Xianhong raised his eyes, and the various magical artifacts on his body instantly emitted a faint glow. His tone carried an undeniable confidence: "Then can you do it?"

The leader stared intently at the magical artifact on his body, remained silent for a moment, and finally could only utter two words: "Hurry up."

After saying that, Ma Xianhong turned around and ran wildly towards Biyou Village. The mountain wind whipped his clothes and made them flutter. Before long, he stepped back into the village.

But as soon as he entered the village, seeing the villagers smiling and greeting him with eyes full of complete trust, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and hesitated for a moment.

But with the image of the nearly completed body-cultivating furnace flashing through his mind, Qu Tong's urgent warning on the phone, and the overwhelming crisis looming over him from both Huang Feng Da Sheng and Na Du Tong, he finally gritted his teeth and strode into the depths of the village. Just as he turned a corner, he bumped into Bi Yuan.

"Mr. Bi, I have something important to inform everyone. Could you please gather everyone together for me?"

Bi Yuan stroked his gray beard and smiled slowly: "Oh? What a coincidence, I also have something to discuss with you, Master."

Ma Xianhong was taken aback: "Looking for me?"

"right."

Bi Yuan nodded, his tone carrying a hint of unspoken meaning.

"An elder came into the village with several younger people. They specifically asked to see you, saying that they were your elders."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong's face instantly filled with astonishment, his brows furrowing tightly: "My elders? What elders do I have? Elder Bi, you haven't been deceived, have you? Could it be—my grandfather and the others have found me?"

"It's not your grandfather Ma Yuanlu." Bi Yuan shook his head and said, word by word, "But he claims to be your great-grandfather's sworn brother, and even said that your great-grandfather Ma Benzai would have to respectfully call him Third Brother when he saw him."

"Third Brother? Wait—sworn brothers, isn't that—!"

He knew better than anyone that his great-grandfather, Ma Benzai, the creator of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, did indeed have a group of sworn brothers who were willing to risk their lives for him.

The names of those people are renowned throughout the entire world of supernatural beings. After all, they were the Thirty-Six Thieves who stirred up the entire world and directly triggered the Jia Shen Rebellion.

When he finally arrived at the door of the small hut he usually used to receive guests, panting, he pushed open the wooden door and saw Zhou Sheng and Zhuge Liang sitting at the head of the tea table, leaving the main seat empty. Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing were sitting around the table, slowly sipping tea under the bowing service of the village's beautiful doll. They had clearly been waiting for him for quite some time.

Seeing Ma Xianhong rush in, panting, Zhou Sheng put down his teacup, looked him up and down several times, and said with a hint of surprise and a touch of emotion at seeing an old friend's descendant: "You are the great-grandson of the twenty-fifth brother? I really didn't expect that the twenty-fifth brother, who was so thin and withered back then, could actually give birth to such a spirited and handsome young man like you. Just look at your height, you don't look like him at all."

Upon hearing this, how could Ma Xianhong not recognize the person before him? Tears instantly streamed down his face, and he knelt before Zhou Sheng with a thud, tightly grasping Zhou Sheng's only remaining right hand. His voice trembled with emotion, and he blurted out, "Zhou Qian—no! Third Grandfather! This junior! This junior is none other than Ma Xianhong, the great-grandson of Benzai Grandfather! Third Grandfather, do you know anything about my grandfather, my great-grandfather, and the others?!"

When Zhou Sheng saw that Ma Xianhong's first question to him wasn't about the Divine Strategist's Hundred Refinements or the Jia Shen Rebellion, but rather that every word he uttered was about finding his family, the smile on Zhou Sheng's face instantly froze, and his expression became as ugly as could be. He opened his mouth, stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word, and the guilt surging in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Seeing his expression, Ma Xianhong instantly sensed something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat, and he was about to ask further questions when Zhou Sheng suddenly snapped back to reality. He hurriedly changed the subject, pointing to Feng Baobao, who was holding a teapot and taking large gulps of tea, and said loudly, "Hey! Good child, we'll talk about your grandfather and the others later! Come, let me introduce you to a remarkable senior!"

Completely bewildered, Ma Xianhong looked in the direction he was pointing at Feng Baobao and asked blankly, "Her?"

Zhou Sheng shook his head, his tone suddenly becoming serious as he corrected him, word by word: "Ah, no. It is Him."

The next second, a golden light shone from above Feng Baobao's head. Locke, who was originally hidden in a transparent spirit form, slowly revealed himself as a round, yellow-furred weasel dumpling, lying on top of Feng Baobao's head with a faint smile on his lips. He casually introduced himself.

"Kid, I don't have a proper name. People in the underworld call me Huang Feng. Those who look down on me call me Huang Feng Monster behind my back. Brothers who give me some face respect me as Great Sage. As for our own people, they all call me King."

Call me whatever you want.

The yellow-haired dumpling swayed its fluffy tail, its tone nonchalant, yet it carried the aura of a demon king etched into its very bones.

"But before that, there are a few things I need to ask you."

Before he could finish speaking, and before Ma Xianhong could recover from his utter shock, Locke raised his paw and scanned the entire village, casually uttering his first question: "I heard your village is called Biyou Village?"

In an instant, Ma Xianhong's face drained of all color, and his body froze. His lips moved, but like his sister, he was struck in the most vital spot and couldn't utter a single word. He could only clench his fists tightly and fall into a deathly silence.

But the Great Sage Yellow Wind had no intention of letting him go.

"Not only that, you also raised a banner and established a new Jie Sect?"

As soon as the second sentence was spoken, Ma Xianhong felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest. He couldn't even catch his breath, his whole body went limp, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and even his breathing became labored and difficult.

"You even made the villagers respectfully call you 'Master'?"

As soon as he uttered the third sentence, Ma Xianhong felt a buzzing in his brain, and his mind went completely blank. He thought of many excuses and reasons, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

At this point, Locke's figure flickered, floating directly from above Feng Baobao's head to right in front of him. His golden, vertical pupils locked onto Feng Baobao's eyes, and an overwhelming demon king's pressure swept over him. He questioned, word by word, "Boy, tell me, with your worthless fate, unable to bear the karma of the Jie Sect, unable to withstand the fortune of Biyou, how dare you?"

Look my eyes! Answer me!

Faced with Locke's questioning, Ma Xianhong reacted decisively. His eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he fell straight to the ground.

Dead~ (passed out)