Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 188 The Last Peaceful Times in Bilian Village

"Damn it, just like that kid from the Lü family said, all sorts of monsters pop up as soon as the Eight Extraordinary Techniques are mentioned."

In the woods outside Bilian Village, Xia Liuqing grumbled as she ate the canned food Baron had given her, while Baron didn't touch a bite, his attention fixed on the red tattoo on Xia Liuqing's face. He then slowly said, "If what Lü Liang said is true, there should be seven in this village now. It's not easy to gather all eight extraordinary skills together."

Xia Liuqing glanced at Baron with a hint of doubt, then held out her hand and counted. After confirming, she sneered, "Body Source Flow, Feng Hou Qi Men, Soul Binding and Commanding, Tong Tian Lu, Shen Ji Bai Lian, and the Lü family's Dual Hands—aren't that six? Can't you count, you foreigner? How come you counted seven?"

Baron smiled slightly and then told him some news that shocked him to death.

"No, there are seven, plus my Six Treasures Immortal Thief."

Xia Liuqing was stunned for a moment, then calmly accepted the reality and continued to gnaw on the canned food.

This reaction surprised Baron: "I thought you'd be surprised, but your reaction is unexpected."

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"If you were me, you would react the same way."

Xia Liuqing pointed to the tattoo on her face. "You've been staring at this thing the whole way here, aren't you just curious? Want to know who gave it to me?"

"Who?"

"Red Boy".

Baron was stunned for a moment, and all his doubts suddenly became clear. No wonder everyone else had arrived at Longhu Mountain but he was the only one asked to leave. No wonder Lü Liang specifically invited him this time.

He smiled helplessly and looked at Xia Liuqing, saying, "It really is just as you said, indeed, a bunch of monsters."

"Dual-wielding techniques? Just as I suspected, it seems someone really is deliberately luring all the inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills to this village."

After hearing Lü Liang's explanation, the crowd reluctantly accepted his presence.

After all, his actions are practically the same as turning himself in. No one would think he has the right to try and extort money from Zhang Chulan. Moreover, his explanations and statements are reasonable and don't seem like he's lying to them.

Even if they were lying, it doesn't matter; Zhang Chulan will teach him a lesson.

"Zhang Chulan, I've told you everything I needed to say, and I've also taken care of things with my great-grandfather. So, when do you plan to tell your king about that Yaksha?"

"Wait a minute, Lü Liang!"

Lu Linglong, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but interrupt him. She held her head in her hands and looked completely devastated. The amount of information she had just received was too much, and her mind was still buzzing.

What the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts are all about is no big deal, making her wonder if she misheard.

"Explain yourself! The Soul-Clearing Technique is the same as the Dual-Hand Technique? You wiped out the Soul-Clearing Techniques of everyone in the Lü family except you?"

"That doesn't make sense! If Old Master Lü Ci has been attacking people like a mad dog all these years just to keep this secret, how could he possibly agree to you doing this?"

"It's simple, things are different now, Sister Ling." Lu Liang tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace. "Perhaps you don't feel anything, but I have actually dealt with those demon kings head-on, even the one who is recognized as the weakest of the five great demon kings—Red Boy."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled violently, as if he had been stabbed hard by something. The image of the Samadhi True Fire that burned the sky red uncontrollably appeared in his mind. Red Boy sat in the sea of ​​fire, laughing as he burned him until his skin was torn and bleeding, while forcibly pulling him back from the brink of death with his cold Yaksha blood.

Even just the memory sent chills down his spine, his nails dug deep into his palms, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes churned with an undisguised, deep-seated fear.

Those days were a hell he never wanted to experience again.

No words can describe that state; consciousness is forever clear, suffering is forever doubled, and even death becomes a luxury.

The only reason he didn't go completely insane was because of the little bit of desire in his heart to atone for his sins.

Double-handed, so dirty.

But if it weren't so dirty, it might have turned into a handful of ashes long ago.

What an irony.

"That Yaksha, I don't think there's a suitable adjective to describe him. He is both a god and a demon, so there's no need for description. If it weren't for the Yellow Wind King slapping him and crippling half his life, I would never have had the chance to escape his control in this lifetime."

Lu Lin, who had been silent all along, finally frowned. He was the only one present who hadn't been to Longhu Mountain and hadn't seen the Demon King. His tone carried an undisguised unease and doubt: "Just how strong is the Demon King?"

"The concepts of strength and weakness have lost all meaning for them."

Lu Liang shook his head, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Everything we have is as fragile as paper in their eyes. Even if we cultivate to the very end, we still won't have the right to fight against them. Now I'm more curious about those legendary ancestors who ascended to immortality. How exactly did they cross that insurmountable barrier? Is ascension truly a realm that humans can reach?"

Lu Lin fell silent.

Although he had not yet witnessed the Demon King's attack firsthand, he had a general understanding of what the word "Demon King" meant from Lü Liang's deep-seated fear and from the solemn expressions on Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye's faces.

It was an existence completely beyond the dimensions of human cognition, an indescribable monster standing at the pinnacle of the world, looking down upon all living beings.

The courtyard became eerily quiet in an instant.

The wind stopped, the leaves ceased rustling, and the tea on the stone table gradually cooled. No one touched it. A heavy sense of oppression enveloped everyone's hearts, like a boulder pressing on their chests, making even breathing difficult.

This time, human civilization is likely in grave danger.

But is there really no hope?

The moment the thought crossed Lu Lin's mind, he instinctively looked at Zhang Chulan. He then realized that everyone present was doing the same thing, casting their gazes at Zhang Chulan.

Feeling uncomfortable under everyone's gaze, Zhang Chulan coughed twice and quickly said:

Actually, I can understand Lao Lü's thoughts very well. Times have changed. Who knows, the world might change drastically any day. I bet the Jia Shen Rebellion and the Yi Wei Rebellion are definitely related. It's even possible that the appearance of the Demon King now is related to the creation of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques back then.

Zhang Chulan's bold guess caused everyone to frown. Zhuge Qing was the first to ask, "What's the reason?"

"Do you remember who the last person with a clear record of ascending to immortality was?"

Wang Ye: "It should be Wu Shouyang, the Chongxu Zhenren of the Wu-Liu School, right? (Note 1)"

"Yes, but have you noticed that since Master Chongxu passed away, there has been no record of him passing away again? And what's even more coincidental is that the year he passed away was 1644—the year of Jia Shen."

Everyone was instantly shocked to realize that this year was not only the year the Ming Dynasty fell, but also the end of the ascension inheritance process for the entire world of supernatural beings. From that time on, no one on the land of China ever successfully ascended to immortality again.

But just then, Zhuge Qing suddenly remembered something else, an ancient legend also related to the Ming Dynasty: "Wait—Liu Bowen cut off the dragon vein."

"The ways of this world are indeed more profound than I thought back then."

In the dense forest behind Bilian Village, the Yellow Wind Great Sage, whose body was sculpted from clay, walked at the front. His footsteps made no sound as he stepped on the thick layer of fallen leaves. Behind him followed the armless duo. The two people and the demon walked and talked, casually revealing the greatest secret that the world of supernatural beings had kept hidden for thousands of years.

"Your techniques and traditions all come from the same source. As the saying goes, all methods lead to one. If you want to know the truth of all this, I must go to the Valley of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms in person."

"I've been to that godforsaken place at least ten times." Zhou Sheng's voice was hoarse as usual, his one arm was tucked into his sleeve, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes. "I can say with certainty that everything that Master Ziyang left behind has long been taken away, not even a hair is left."

"It doesn't matter if the things are gone, as long as that valley is still there, I will find the answer."

Huang Feng waved his hand, his tone suddenly becoming more serious.

"However, the most urgent task is to deal with those three troublemakers. In the battle at Longhu Mountain, Xiong Pi was the most seriously injured. He won't be able to get back up for several years. But Baiyan and Hong Haier are different. Although they are seriously injured, it's still easy for me to deal with you. As long as they still have any thoughts, they will definitely head towards Biyou Village."

Having said that, he raised his hand and flipped it over, and the root talent named "Hearing Wrath" appeared in his palm, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Back then, they couldn't resist the allure of innate talent, so now they're even less likely to refuse, especially Baiyan. Besides, the astrological signs here are so obvious, it's impossible for Red Boy not to come."

Huang Feng's tone carried a hint of understanding, yet also a hint of disdain.

"I know him too well. That guy is born to climb the social ladder. To become a Buddha or an ancestor, he'd do anything, even betray his master and ancestors."

He was ungrateful and treacherous; he was capable of burning the entire Huanghua Temple to ashes and sacrificing all his fellow disciples.

In this world, this is his only chance to fulfill his obsession.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng and Wu Hou exchanged a glance, a hint of seriousness flashing in their eyes. Then, Wu Hou slowly spoke:

"Great Sage, there's something I'm very curious about. If he really gets his wish, what will this world ultimately become?"

Huang Feng stopped, glanced up at the sky fragmented by leaves, and said in a calm tone as if stating a predetermined fact: "Let me think—your human race will be suppressed to the dust, never to rise again. Those furry, horned, wet-born, egg-laying creatures, especially the insects that the Hundred Eyes values ​​most, will climb to the top of the food chain. He will rebuild a framework based on the Heavenly Court of yesteryear, perhaps more restrained than before, not so blatant—but for your human race, it will still be hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, interrupting the heavy topic, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "Do you know why I insisted on killing Huang Mei first? That guy's skills weren't top-notch, especially after he lost his magic weapon. He was only stronger than Hong Hai'er, but the threat he posed to the current order was greater than the five of us combined."

I heard about his manipulative and distorted methods when I was in seclusion at Huangfeng Ridge. I heard that his Little Western Paradise's pagoda is filled with more vengeful spirits and ghosts than the Bridge of Helplessness in the underworld. If we don't nip him in the bud, once he secretly gains power, no one can stop him.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng subconsciously clenched his one-armed fist.

The first time he faced the terror of Huang Mei at Longhu Mountain still sends chills down his spine. He took a deep breath, suppressing the coldness in his heart, and secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, Huang Feng had dealt with this scourge first, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Great Sage," Wuhou stopped and looked at Huang Feng's clay figure, slowly asking, "why didn't you descend in your true form, but instead created this clay idol?"

"If I were to come in my true form, they would never dare to show their faces for the rest of their lives. Although I don't understand the intricacies of your human ways, I understand the gods in heaven all too well. Back then, Sun Wukong was besieged by us because he didn't want to become a god, because as long as he lived, he would always be a threat. Even if I were on your side now, I would still be a threat to you."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Sheng and Wu Hou fell silent.

There was no embarrassment, no resentment, only a heavy sense of powerlessness. They couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, because this was the stark reality. Even though Huang Feng was now helping them fight the other demon kings, his overwhelming power was itself a sword hanging over the heads of all humanity.

"Of course, you don't need to feel too much pressure." Huang Feng waved his hand, breaking the heavy silence. "I understand your concerns. Anyway, as long as I don't show myself, they won't completely hide. It's just that my clay puppet body doesn't even have one-tenth of the power of my true body."

If Red Boy really comes, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on the two of you.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang glanced down at his empty sleeves, then raised his head with unwavering determination, uttering four words with absolute resolve: "It is my duty."

Zhou Sheng didn't speak, but nodded heavily, his one arm clenched into a fist.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Sheng seemed to suddenly remember something. His brows furrowed, and he asked a question that had troubled him for a long time, and had also troubled the entire world of supernatural beings for thousands of years: "Great Sage, do you say—the Three Pure Ones, do they really exist?"

Huang Feng slowly turned his head, a golden light seemingly flashing in his eyes.

He stared at Zhou Sheng for a long time before slowly speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course it exists. What are you thinking?"

Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest outside Bilian Village, Hei Guan crouched on the tallest old pine tree, completely covered in specially made camouflage clothing, even suppressing his breathing to a minimum, believing he was perfectly hidden. Little did he know, in the shadows unseen by him, countless golden vertical pupils were staring intently at him.

He turned his head to look at Chen Duo, who was standing quietly beside him. He stretched out his withered fingers and gently stroked the top of her head, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing his own child: "Go, my good disciple, face your destiny, and then—make your own choice."

His voice paused, then turned chillingly cold as he asked, enunciating each word clearly: "Are you human—or a Gu?"

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