"You are Lu Ze?"
Chi Shengtian looked at Lu Ze with a peculiar expression.
He had assumed that the young man capable of creating "Immortal Realm Domination" and "Three Kingdoms Slayer" must be an outstanding cultivator blessed with great fortune.
But when he used his Qi Observation Technique just now, he found Lu Ze utterly unremarkable—someone who would vanish in a crowd.
"That’s right."
Lu Ze silently activated the [Frost Breath Technique].
This high-level concealment art, stolen from Li Moran months ago, had proven incredibly useful.
Especially after he poured nearly a century of cultivation experience into mastering it, reaching its peak perfection.
Now, with the enhancement of his immortal physique, it was downright heaven-defying.
Unless someone probed his soul with divine sense, he could deceive the eyes of most cultivators.
And given his displayed cultivation level, who would bother scrutinizing him so thoroughly?
"May I ask why Elder Chi has summoned this junior?"
"It’s not me, but my disciple who has a request for you…"
Hearing this, Lu Ze grew even more curious.
On the way here, he had asked Nangong Yuan about the Grand Elder of Tianxuan Sect.
Among the five great sects, Tianxuan had the fewest disciples.
Each elder typically only had one or two true disciples under their tutelage.
The Grand Elder Chi Shengtian’s true disciple was Tianxuan’s Holy Son, rumored to possess an absurdly prodigious talent for cultivation.
"Shen Yan."
At Chi Shengtian’s call, a strikingly handsome young man with sharp brows, starry eyes, and flowing long hair rose respectfully from his seat.
"Your disciple is here."
"A guest from afar is a guest indeed. Show our visitor from Lingxiao Sect around Tianxuan Sect."
……
……
Nangong Yuan and the other elders went to the main peak to set up formations and establish servers.
Meanwhile, Lu Ze followed the legendary Holy Son of Tianxuan Sect for a stroll through the sect grounds.
"Brother Shen, are Tianxuan disciples prone to envy?"
Lu Ze asked curiously.
"Disciples of Tianxuan have always upheld righteousness. How could we be envious?"
Shen Yan frowned, puzzled by the question.
"Why would Brother Lu say such a thing?"
"Brother Shen, from what I’ve observed, all the Tianxuan disciples around us are secretly staring at you… and their gazes don’t seem friendly!"
Lu Ze lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"You strike me as an honest man, Brother Shen. You must be careful of knives in your back!"
"Uh…"
After hearing Lu Ze’s warning, Shen Yan’s expression turned slightly odd.
"Brother Lu."
"Yes?"
"Is it possible… they’re actually looking at you?"
"Huh?"
……
After Shen Yan’s explanation, Lu Ze finally understood.
Turns out, his infamy had long spread throughout Tianxuan Sect.
All thanks to the true disciple Guo Yunwen, who had participated in the recent martial exchange.
Back then, "Immortal Realm Domination" was all the rage, and disciples were clamoring for "local specialties" from Lingxiao Sect.
Guo Yunwen not only brought back premium goods like "Immortal Realm Domination," "Plant vs. Zombies," and "Demon Sect Escape,"
but also threw in "Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors" for good measure.
The motto? "If I suffered, I’m taking everyone down with me."
That one wasn’t so bad.
After all, if you couldn’t beat it, you could just quit.
Since Tianxuan lacked the main illusion crystal, disciples couldn’t see the rankings or scores of other sects.
After getting wrecked, they’d just rage-quit and curse a bit.
But later, when Lin An demanded that his peak’s disciples clear "It Takes Two," their resentment toward Lu Ze reached new heights!
Rumor had it many were still stuck on that one…
"Haha, but personally, I find Brother Lu’s illusion realms quite fascinating! My juniors could certainly use some tempering of their resolve."
Shen Yan didn’t seem bothered at all—in fact, he praised Lu Ze enthusiastically.
"Fascinating?!"
Lu Ze was stunned.
Even he, who had experienced "I Wanna" in his past life, would never describe it so generously.
"Brother Shen’s mental fortitude is truly exceptional!"
Lu Ze couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.
This guy was hardcore.
"I’m not sure… My master says I’m a born Dao Seed. Maybe it’s innate."
Shen Yan sighed wistfully.
"If there’s anything in this world that could shake my Dao Heart, I’d love to see it."
"That might be tough."
Lu Ze shrugged.
Anyone who could enjoy "Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors" and "It Takes Two" with a smile had willpower far beyond ordinary people.
"By the way, Elder Chi mentioned you had a request. What is it?"
"Ah, this matter… it relates to Brother Lu’s expertise in illusion realms."
For once, Shen Yan’s face flushed slightly as he awkwardly summoned his weapon.
It was an absurdly massive warhammer.
Forged from rare darksteel and spirit crystals, its craftsmanship screamed extravagance.
But no matter how heavenly the materials or how steep the price,
it was still just a hammer.
In short,
it was kinda lame.
"Though I have some talent for cultivation, my swordsmanship is… lacking."
"Yet for some reason, hammer-type weapons suit me perfectly."
Shen Yan sighed mournfully, stroking the hammer with regret.
After his lament, Lu Ze grasped the situation.
Turns out, this guy was a born hammer cultivator but yearned for the grace and elegance of the sword path.
He wanted to master the sword.
But even the Grand Elder couldn’t teach him—let alone anyone else.
Then Shen Yan tried Lu Ze’s illusion realms.
He sensed something profound hidden within them.
"I’ve heard Brother Lu excels at crafting illusion realms, always using clever designs to bring unexpected breakthroughs for cultivators…"
Lu Ze internally facepalmed:
‘Who the hell told him that? I make these things to torture people, not help them train!!’
"So, could Brother Lu design an illusion realm to help me comprehend the true essence of swordsmanship?"
Shen Yan’s gaze was earnest as he struck a particularly dramatic pose.
This guy really loved showing off…
"Uh, maybe you could try ‘Plant vs. Zombies’…"
Lu Ze deflected.
"I know! I train in ‘Plant vs. Zombies’ every day!"
Shen Yan said seriously.
"But we both know it’s just for basic sword swings and repetition. I need something deeper—an illusion realm that can help me grasp the Dao of the Sword!"
Lu Ze’s eye twitched.
This guy was seriously dedicated…
"Honestly, being a hammer cultivator isn’t so bad…"
Lu Ze opted for consolation.
Come on.
He was a demonic cultivator.
Why would he ever create illusion realms to help righteous cultivators train?
Not even for money!
Just then,
the System’s voice echoed in his ears:
[Host has encountered the Righteous Path’s Holy Son. His Dao Heart is unshakable—a future calamity for the Demonic Path!]
[Quest: Shake the Holy Son’s Dao Heart]
[Reward: System Upgrade]
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
