In less than half an hour, Shen Yan arrived at Lu Ze's residence.
"Brother Lu, shall we begin now?"
Looking at Shen Yan's impatient demeanor, Lu Ze couldn't help but think to himself, This guy must really be craving that new game...
"No problem."
Lu Ze nodded and patted his chest reassuringly.
"Don’t worry, Brother Shen. Even if you don’t pass this illusionary realm, I’ll design another one focused on sword cultivation for you in the future!"
After all, soul games were inevitable—might as well earn some goodwill early and let this guy march willingly to his doom.
"Brother Lu... you’re not at all like the rumors say. You’re actually a good person!"
Hearing this, Shen Yan was deeply moved.
According to the disciples of the Tianxuan Sect, Lu Ze was practically portrayed as a scheming, sinister demonic cultivator. But after interacting with him, Shen Yan realized he was nothing like that.
"Still, Brother Lu, you might be underestimating me... I might just clear your illusionary realm."
Shen Yan grinned and twirled the hammer in his hand with practiced ease, as if it were an extension of his own body.
Lu Ze kindly reminded him, "Brother Shen, you do know that the realms I create completely seal off all cultivation and innate talent, right?"
"Of course I know. But even without cultivation or physical prowess, I’m confident I can clear it."
Shen Yan nodded, his eyes brimming with self-assurance.
Lu Ze had no reason to doubt him.
According to the backend records, Shen Yan’s performance in illusionary realms was consistently impressive—unlike Zhong Yi, he was a skilled, high-level player.
However, in Getting Over It, everyone started from the same point.
Lu Ze wasn’t worried about someone speedrunning the game.
"Then it’s settled."
With a smile, Lu Ze handed Shen Yan a pre-prepared crystal shard.
Just then, Nangong Yuan pushed the door open.
"Rebel—ahem—disciple, the Tianxuan Sect’s soul resonance array is finally complete."
Nangong Yuan clutched his aching back, looking utterly exhausted.
Between constructing the array and channeling spiritual energy for the Tianxuan Sect these past few days, he was completely drained.
"Go check if those features—livestreaming, in-game purchases, and whatnot—are working properly... This master needs to rest."
"Livestreaming? You mean projecting the gameplay?"
Shen Yan’s eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement.
"What, Brother Shen, you want to livestream your attempt at clearing the realm?"
A sly grin flickered across Lu Ze’s face before he quickly backtracked.
"Actually, maybe you shouldn’t. This realm is pretty difficult. What if you embarrass yourself in front of everyone...?"
Shen Yan immediately bristled.
"Brother Lu, what kind of talk is that? Do I look like someone who backs down from a challenge?"
"Besides, the Tianxuan Sect disciples have a pretty low opinion of you right now. This is the perfect chance to change their minds!"
"I’ll livestream while explaining the strategies and techniques to clear the realm. Help everyone overcome their inner demons and improve their perception of you—sounds like a win-win, no?"
Lu Ze nearly laughed out loud.
Righteous sect disciples were so easy to provoke.
Once this livestream went live, his reputation would probably be beyond saving.
But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was breaking Shen Yan’s spirit to level up his system.
With so many eyes watching, the odds of him losing his cool would skyrocket.
"Alright then. If you’re set on livestreaming, I’ll enable it for you now."
Lu Ze granted Shen Yan the livestreaming permissions.
Shen Yan channeled spiritual energy into the Illusionary Tower, and his consciousness plunged into the realm.
The words Getting Over It flashed briefly across the screen.
Since the game had been hastily developed, there was no loading screen—Shen Yan was immediately thrust into the illusionary world.
"Huh? Where is this?"
Shen Yan opened his eyes and looked around at the desolate valley, curiosity brimming.
He tried to move but found himself completely stuck.
Glancing down, he realized the problem—
His lower half was sealed inside a massive black cauldron, turning him into something like a roly-poly doll.
He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t even feel his lower body.
The only way to move was by swaying his upper half to rock the cauldron.
In his hands, he tightly gripped a black iron hammer.
"Easy. I’ll just use my hands to push myself forward."
Shen Yan quickly devised a solution.
But something was off.
His hands couldn’t move freely—they were locked in place, only able to grip the hammer’s handle.
Then, belatedly, the system prompt appeared:
[You have been sealed inside a cursed cauldron by demonic cultivators.]
[Your only companion is the hammer in your hands. Use it wisely!]
[Atop the highest peak lies the legendary Immortal Gate.]
[Reach the summit, cross the gate, and break the seal!]
"So... I have to use the hammer as a pivot? Push myself forward with it?"
Quick-witted as ever, Shen Yan hatched a bold plan.
He strained to angle the hammer downward and pushed with all his might.
The recoil sent him and the cauldron flying several feet.
Face-first, he slammed into the ground.
But thanks to the cauldron’s roly-poly nature, he instantly bounced back upright.
"Oof—what the—?!"
Shen Yan grunted.
Not because it hurt—strictly speaking, pain didn’t exist in this realm.
But because he was now covered in dust, looking utterly ridiculous.
Remembering the livestream—and the possibility of his fellow disciples tuning in—he hastily raised his hammer-wielding arm and rubbed his face against it in a desperate attempt to clean up.
Lu Ze was stunned.
Even with movement restrictions, Shen Yan had somehow managed that.
Guess he really cared about his image...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
