Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 185 The Thirty-Six Thieves and the Five Demon Kings, Innate Talent—Hearing Wrath

"Liao Zhong, I know you raised Gu Tong and taught her how to be a person, so you have feelings for her. But the company doesn't have the extra energy to deal with this matter right now. The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's counterattack is enough to make us wary. If the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is pushed too far, the company is currently unable to withstand his counterattack."

In the late-night headquarters office of Nadutong, Bi Youlong leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his throbbing brow, the phone pressed to his ear, his voice filled with deep weariness.

"But Chairman Bi, are we just going to abandon Chen Duo? Chen Duo is the only one who can find the Demon King's trail right now, we have to think of a way! If not, I'll lead a team to look for him myself!"

Bi Youlong was almost laughing in anger at these words. The drowsiness he had just dozed off for less than half an hour vanished instantly. He could understand that Liao Zhong was confused because he was concerned, but he really didn't expect to hear such stupid words that cut off his own escape route from Liao Zhong's mouth.

"You yourself said that Chen Duo is the only person we can find now. She's in the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord. You're just leading people around aimlessly; where can you possibly find her? Do you even think you'll find her?"

Fortunately, Bi Youlong had seen all sorts of storms over the years. He suppressed his anger and quickly composed himself. He then pointed out a path to Liao Zhong, who was panting heavily on the other end of the phone: "Speaking of which, I've always been curious about something. Back then, those demon kings gathered at Longhu Mountain, but we still don't know why they went there. The only clue is that the Great Sage Huangfeng seems to have something they need, or at least something that the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord needs."

Reminded by Bi Youlong, Liao Zhong on the other end of the phone also realized that if the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord could find the Great Sage Huang Feng, then there was no reason why the Great Sage Huang Feng could not find the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

Chairman Bi's meaning was quite clear: he wanted him to go and beg the Great Sage Huang Feng!

But now that Huang Feng has returned to Changbai Mountain, does he really want to go back into the mountain again?

"Village Chief, you're awake! I've checked you over; you just fainted from being too excited. It's probably because you're so excited to have found your family. Now that you're awake, how about we ask Fu Rong to set up another table?"

Ma Xianhong was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was going on. He glanced at the yellow wind above Feng Baobao's head and saw that she wasn't paying any attention to him. He then breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"it is good."

On the other side, Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye accompanied the two elders, watching them wander around the village. This pair of armless people also attracted the attention of the villagers, since these two outsiders together could only put together one pair of hands, which was really rare.

Looking at Ruhua in the village, Zhuge Liang sighed to Zhou Sheng beside him, "Fellow Daoist Zhou's Feng Hou Qi Men was already profound enough, but I never expected that this Shenji Bailian would be a hundred times more advanced than the inheritance I left in the Zhuge family. Indeed, one should not underestimate the heroes of the world. If I had known this earlier, I should have come to get to know you."

Faced with this legend of being half-ascended to immortality, Zhou Sheng appeared calm on the surface, but the corners of his mouth that unconsciously curled up betrayed him.

"Mr. Kongming, you are joking. We are nothing but a bunch of sinners. We only obtained this extraordinary skill because of the fourth brother. If we could, we would rather not have these extraordinary skills."

Speaking of this, Zhou Sheng thought of Feng Baobao again. If they hadn't lost Feng Baobao back then, perhaps many things wouldn't have come to this.

Returning to the Jia Shen Rebellion, Zhou Sheng suddenly noticed something else, and he immediately stopped in his tracks.

With the Divine Hundred Refinements, the Wind-After Strange Gate, the Body Source Flow, and the ever-present Great Luo Cave Observation, this village has already gathered half of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, right?

Could there be some connection between the Shen Shen Rebellion and the Yi Wei Rebellion?

Thinking of this, Zhou Sheng's pupils involuntarily contracted, and he unconsciously thought:

Could it be that the emergence of these demon kings was also because of their past actions—

In an instant, Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. He seemed to understand something. Perhaps the fourth brother, Wugensheng, had concealed some terrible things back then, and now, their retribution was coming.

At that moment, Qiu Rang also found the four of them, and respectfully bowed to Zhou Sheng, saying, "Senior Zhou, please—the village chief invites you."

A short while later, in the largest house in the village, Fu Rong served the last dish, then closed the door, leaving the space to Ma Xianhong and his guests.

Seeing that only they were left, Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, raised his wine cup, and toasted Locke, who had somehow materialized above Feng Baobao's head, saying, "Great Sage! This humble Ma Xianhong was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and broke the taboo by using a name that should not have been used. Thank you for your warning, Great Sage. This humble Ma Xianhong thanks you for your guidance!"

Then, Ma Xianhong drank it all in one gulp, his face very rosy. Seeing this, Locke just glanced at him and, seeing that he was about to drink a second cup, dissuaded him from this unnecessary behavior.

"Alright, stop pretending. I'll give you a few pointers since you're not completely hopeless."

"Your fate is lowly; you are not worthy of the titles Biyou and Jie. Your ambitions are too great, almost impossible. Stop dreaming."

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong lowered his head and tried to say something several times, but in the end he kept his mouth shut. Zhou Sheng felt very bad about it. The past was the past, and the present was the present. He could accept the situation in the past, but he could not accept it now.

"Great Sage, this can't be entirely blamed on Xianhong. It's all my fault. If it weren't for what we did back then—"

Seeing that Zhou Sheng had relented and seemed to be bringing up the old story of Jia Shen again, Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Ma Xianhong, who had just recovered from their shock, all held their breath and pricked up their ears, not daring to blink even once, for fear of missing a single word.

After all, for these few people, the full picture of the Jia Shen Rebellion and how the Eight Extraordinary Techniques that shook the entire world of supernatural beings were created have remained the ultimate secrets buried deep within the world of supernatural beings for decades, unsolved by anyone.

For Zhang Chulan, this was the truth he was determined to uncover at all costs. Feng Baobao's background and her grandfather Zhang Huaiyi's past were all inextricably linked to the Jia Shen Rebellion. Especially after hearing Zhou Sheng's words, he instantly grasped the most crucial clue—Baobao's identity—which was highly likely to be inextricably linked to one of the Thirty-Six Thieves.

But the mystery before him remained unsolved. How had Bao'er lived for nearly a hundred years? Where did her extraordinary immortality and lack of joy or sorrow come from? He knew that the King must know these secrets, but he guessed that there were many things the King couldn't say.

Just like what the king said to him when he returned to Nanbukai with him: It's not that it can't be said, it's just that at least now, it's not the right time to say it.

To the surprise of the young people present, Zhou Sheng had just finished speaking when he glanced at the Yellow Wind King who was eating melon seeds on Feng Baobao's head, and suddenly changed the subject, waving his hand and laughing.

"Forget it, forget it. These are all old, trivial matters, it's only upsetting to talk about them. Let's not talk about them anymore. Your Majesty, why don't we stop sitting here and start the feast?"

"Okay, let's get started."

The Yellow Wind King swayed his round body and casually responded, completely ignoring the frozen faces of the young people.

The young people, whose appetites had been whetted, were dumbfounded on the spot. Zhang Chulan's smile froze instantly, Wang Ye's teacup stopped in mid-air, Zhuge Qing rubbed his forehead with a helpless expression, and Ma Xianhong's breath caught in his throat.

So this senior colleague pulled a trick on them at the very end? Completely unpredictable!

With a belly full of questions but nowhere to ask, the group could only eat the meal with Ma Xianhong in a daze, their minds still full of doubts.

After the meal, Ma Xianhong politely arranged accommodations for the group in the village. Then, he hurriedly summoned all the core members of the village, his face pale, and repeatedly issued strict orders:

From today onwards, you are absolutely forbidden from mentioning the words "Biyou," "Xinjie," or "Master" again. Not even a single word of them is allowed to escape his lips—he still wants to live two more years!

Meanwhile, Feng Baobao, with snacks in her pocket, wandered around the village aimlessly with Locke. Zhang Chulan had just lifted his foot to follow when Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing grabbed his arms on either side and forcibly pulled him back.

The three of them turned into a secluded courtyard in a bamboo grove in the village, closed the door, and then began to talk.

"Old Zhang, tell me the truth, what exactly is your king up to? Why did he suddenly settle in this village? I thought he came here to raze the village to the ground." Wang Ye sat down on the stone bench and got straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

"What are you thinking, Lao Wang? Is my husband the kind of unreasonable person?"

Zhang Chulan also sat down, shrugged, and innocently began to evade the question.

"We don't even know who this Village Chief Ma is or what his personality is like. How can we demolish someone's village without any evidence? That's inappropriate."

Seeing that Zhang Chulan was still trying to dodge his questions, Wang Ye naturally wouldn't tolerate it. He leaned forward, rolled his eyes, and went straight to the point: "You little rascal, I can let others have their way, but why are you pretending to be confused with me? Putting aside what kind of person Ma Xianhong is, he's just a successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, yet he's gathered so many people in the deep mountains, daring to use the banners of the New Intercepting Sect and Biyou Village. That's sensitive enough on its own. Even the Great Sage Huangfeng personally came here. Do you still think this isn't serious?"

After saying this, Wang Ye frowned and directly voiced the question that had been bothering him all the way. Zhuge Qing, who was standing beside him, nodded in agreement, clearly having felt the same way: "Moreover, from the very beginning, I had an inexplicable sense of unease. I always felt that Huang Feng Dasheng's actions were all driven by a clear purpose, but I couldn't figure out what he was trying to do. It wasn't until I met Ma Xianhong and learned that he was the successor of Shenji Bailian that I vaguely began to understand."

At this point, Wang Ye's tone instantly turned serious. He stared intently at Zhang Chulan and said, word by word, "Haven't you noticed? It seems that the Great Sage Huangfeng is intentionally gathering us, the inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, together in one place?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's smile slowly faded, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Of course he knew about this. In fact, he had already sensed something was wrong as early as the Yiwei Rebellion at Longhu Mountain.

From Wang Ye, who mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men, to Zhuge Qing, who mastered the Wu Hou Qi Men, to the Feng family, who controlled spirits and commanded generals, to the descendants of the Tong Tian Lu, and now to Ma Xianhong, who holds the Shen Ji Bai Lian, every step the Great King takes has precisely landed on the key point of the succession of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

Even now, he still hasn't figured out the king's true purpose in doing this, but he believes it from the bottom of his heart.

Because they are all outcasts.

On the other side, Zhou Sheng transformed into a sparrow and silently landed on Feng Baobao's head. Using the method of transmitting sound secretly, he told Locke all the guesses he had kept in his heart, as well as the whole story of how he and the others created the Eight Extraordinary Techniques with Wugensheng.

After hearing the whole story, Locke smiled knowingly, but instead of directly answering Zhou Sheng's question, he changed the subject and brought up another matter.

"I see. Since you've told me the truth, I'll tell you a secret too. Actually, since my resurrection, I've been holding onto a hot potato. Black Wind and Yellow Eyebrows came to Dragon Tiger Mountain all to find it, but only the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord realized in the end that it was in my hands."

Having said that, the Great Sage Yellow Wind conjured a seven-hole ancient flute from his robes and said, word by word, "And this is the root weapon that the Great Sage transformed into after his death—the Wrath of Hearing!"