"Seriously... what the hell is this spirit root even good for?! What's the point!!!"
Zhou Yue was on the verge of losing his mind.
Mu Yawen's Fire Spirit Root boosted damage, Zhou Qiaoling's Thunder Spirit Root could paralyze enemies, and Zhong Yi's Wind Spirit Root made him more agile.
But his own Earth Spirit Root?
Digging up dirt to get two blocks of soil?!
Who the hell designed this?!
He’d tried digging a few times earlier.
Damn, the soil collected ridiculously fast.
At this rate, his inventory would be full in no time.
But what was he supposed to do with all this dirt?
The live chat was having a field day.
[LMAO what a legendary spirit root]
[Why does Senior Brother Zhou have the worst luck everywhere he goes…]
[Look on the bright side—extra loot when mining!]
[Mining? What’s mining?]
[Newbie spotted. Yesterday, Senior Brother Zhong and the others found some colored stones. Digging them up gives you ore.]
[So the Earth Spirit Root isn’t that bad, right?]
[Depends on who’s using it… The trigger rate, uh… never mind, I won’t judge.]
……
"Don’t worry, Lao Zhou, maybe soil will be super useful later!"
Zhong Yi patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Yeah, yeah! Maybe it’s secretly an amazing spirit root!"
Zhou Qiaoling chimed in.
"Wait… this spirit root can be unequipped… Anyone wanna trade?"
Zhou Yue made a new discovery.
He pulled the spirit root out of his equipment slot and held it in his hand.
The other three immediately turned away, pretending not to see it.
"Ah, so much to do today!"
"Right, right!"
"Busy, busy, busy—so much ore waiting to be mined!"
……
……
Though the four of them had obtained spirit roots,
anyone with eyes could see these things barely improved combat power.
The spirit roots were too low-tier, with unreliable trigger rates.
Remembering the hordes of monsters from last night, they decided building a house was a must.
"Let’s divide the tasks."
Zhong Yi, the brains of the group, took charge.
"Since our combat strength is still lacking, we need to build a shelter and maybe even craft some gear before nightfall."
"Lao Zhou, your Earth Spirit Root is perfect for mining. You’re on ore duty."
"Junior Brother Mu tends to burn wood when chopping trees… You’re mining with Lao Zhou."
"We’ll need a lot of planks for the house, so Zhou Qiaoling and I will handle lumber."
The plan was unanimously approved.
Soon, they split up to work.
Zhou Yue grabbed three stone pickaxes and started digging downward, striking the ground relentlessly.
[Soil x2]
[Soil x2]
……
Mu Yawen: "Holy crap, I found a cave! It’s full of shiny ore!"
……
[Soil x2]
[Soil x2]
[Cobblestone x1]
……
Mu Yawen: "Weird, these green and blue stones aren’t dropping anything…"
……
[Soil x2]
[Cobblestone x1]
……
Mu Yawen: "Hahaha! Senior Brother Zhong, I got iron ore!!"
……
Crack.
Zhou Yue’s stone pickaxe shattered as its durability hit zero.
He opened his inventory, unequipped the Earth Spirit Root, and clutched it in his hand.
"I’ll make you dig! Dig this!!!"
Furious, he started smacking the soil with the spirit root itself.
He’d been digging underground for who knows how long.
First-time mining rookie mistake—no torches. Everything was pitch black.
Then, as he struck the soil with the spirit root,
a crimson glow pierced the darkness.
"HAHAHA! Lao Zhong, I finally found ore!!!"
Tears of joy welled up in his eyes.
A second later, realization struck.
"Wait—"
Zhou Yue felt himself falling.
That "ore" wasn’t ore at all.
It was lava.
The fiery red grew terrifyingly clear in his widening eyes.
"GODDAMMIT!!!"
[“Unbreakable” attempted to swim in lava!]
……
……
Minecraft is a magical game.
In its vanilla form, the game never forces players to do anything.
Only when players feel a need will they be driven to act.
That’s the charm of sandbox games.
To fill their hunger, players learn farming and cooking.
To survive the night, they build shelters.
To craft gear, they explore the world and mine ore.
And in doing so, more needs arise…
Lu Ze’s Spiritual Awakening modpack follows the same philosophy.
But it adds cultivation elements—spirit roots, formations, skills…
Since vanilla Minecraft focuses on creation over combat, Lu Ze deliberately toned down these features.
Take spirit roots, for example.
Early-game spirit roots are low-tier, barely affecting combat balance.
Even mid-game, when spirit roots grow stronger,
monsters scale accordingly.
Players still rely on "creation" to gather resources.
Resource acquisition remains central throughout.
This fuels endless creativity.
Zhong Yi’s squad spent the entire day preparing for the night’s monster siege.
Chopping wood, building a house.
Mining ore, crafting gear.
They worked from dawn till dusk, exhausted but loving every minute.
As darkness fell, a massive rectangular structure stood at their spawn point.
"So? Not bad, huh?"
Zhong Yi wiped his brow, grinning at the chat.
The chat roasted him mercilessly.
[No roof? Looks like a tomb.]
[Add a gravestone outside for maximum effect.]
[Why build it so huge…]
……
"Zhou Qiaoling suggested making it big so we can each have our own room later."
Zhong Yi explained.
Their house was enormous—26 blocks long.
Zhou Qiaoling’s plan was to assign individual rooms, plus a main hall and kitchen, so space was a must.
Zhong Yi agreed.
He and Zhou Qiaoling spent the afternoon flattening the land.
After a full day’s work, only the outer walls were done.
Night fell.
Monsters closed in.
The four didn’t push their luck, darting inside and slamming the door.
"Three-block-high walls… monsters shouldn’t be able to—"
Zhong Yi started.
The others instantly panicked, clamping hands over his mouth.
Too late.
The hiss of spiders echoed nearby.
"Lao Zhong, can you PLEASE shut up sometimes?!"
"WTF?! Spiders climb walls anyway—how is this my fault?!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
