"Don’t underestimate this Virtual Life," Piaomiao Hong said.
"This alternate existence has captivated nearly everyone in Cloud Star, including the most powerful figures."
"Though it’s virtual, it serves as a spiritual wellspring for many. What they can’t attain in the real world, they find in Virtual Life."
"Those revered as great sages in reality might be ruthless villains in Virtual Life."
"And those who boast endlessly in Virtual Life might amount to nothing in the real world."
"Still, the strength of one’s Virtual Life persona holds significant weight across various regions."
"If your virtual character is formidable, even if you’re weak in reality, you could earn respect from many. Some major factions might even extend an olive branch, inviting you to join them—because real-world powers have corresponding presences in Virtual Life."
"In fact, certain factions now evaluate not just your real-world strength and talent but also the power of your Virtual Life persona when recruiting disciples."
"Moreover, the wealth and resources you accumulate in Virtual Life can be exchanged for real-world items at a proportional rate."
"Enough, I get it!" Yi Feng raised his hand, cutting Piaomiao Hong off.
"So? Doesn’t it sound fascinating? Doesn’t it blow your mind?" Piaomiao Hong asked with a smile.
"Uh… what if I told you I’m not the least bit impressed?" Yi Feng lifted his head.
Blown away?
Hardly.
It’s just a game—albeit one that holds far more significance here than in his past life.
He was growing increasingly convinced that this so-called Virtual Life was the creation of a transmigrator from Earth.
Probably some protagonist-tier individual, too.
Frankly, he couldn’t care less. His only focus was on finding a way to die.
"Miss Piao, let’s skip the chatter and get to the part where you help me figure out how to die," Yi Feng said, pinching his nose.
"Very well. It seems you truly have no interest in Virtual Life," Piaomiao Hong sighed. She had been eager to share more about the aspects Yi Feng might not know.
"But don’t worry, sir. I’ve already started planning for your… unique request on the way here."
"Oh?"
"Do tell," Yi Feng urged, his interest piqued.
"Forgive my presumption, but given your overwhelming power, I’ve only devised one plan so far. To avoid wasting your precious time, I’ll need to carefully assess whether other options pose a genuine threat to you before proceeding."
With that, she produced a jade slip and handed it to Yi Feng. "This is the first plan. You can try it immediately. If it succeeds, all the better. If not, by the time you return, I’ll have the rest of the plans ready."
"You’ve put a lot of thought into this."
Yi Feng was genuinely moved, appreciating Piaomiao Hong’s diligence.
He took the jade slip and read its contents.
"Death’s Legacy…" Yi Feng murmured.
"Exactly. Death’s Legacy," Piaomiao Hong explained. "Fengyue Island belongs to the Fengyue Sect, which holds a legacy said to have been left behind by a Sage."
"Yet, over ten thousand years, countless disciples of the Fengyue Sect have attempted to inherit it—only to perish without success."
"Eventually, the sect accepted their lack of fortune and opened the legacy to outsiders. Those who meet certain conditions can attempt the inheritance. If they succeed, the Fengyue Sect demands nothing in return except for the inheritor to serve as an honorary elder, aiding the sect in critical moments."
"This offer caused a stir back then. After all, it was a Sage’s legacy. Countless individuals, including elite experts from major sects, tried their luck."
"But without exception, every single one failed and met a gruesome end."
"Thus, it earned the name Death’s Legacy."
"The more lives it claimed, the more infamous it became—and the fewer dared to attempt it."
"The last recorded attempt was a century ago."
"So, your chances of success here are… plausible."
As Piaomiao Hong spoke, Yi Feng’s excitement grew.
This place was dangerous.
And not just by Piaomiao Hong’s amateur assessment—everyone agreed. The odds of death were sky-high.
He could almost feel his long-awaited demise beckoning him!
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
