Zhong Yi played on, increasingly awed by the creator of this illusionary realm.
"This illusion seems simple, but it's driven by an intricate logic from start to finish."
"With such straightforward mechanics, even Qi Refining disciples can compete fairly against elite disciples like me..."
"Fairness, fairness... in this world, nothing is rarer than fairness."
"The melodies of this world are unlike anything I've ever heard, yet they fit so perfectly..."
"Even the sound of picking up spirit stones is delightful... and death holds no fear at all!"
"Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous!"
"I heard you can even buy spirit beasts and equipment—such ingenuity and wisdom are beyond anything our kind could achieve!"
"This illusion must be the work of a supreme expert... If fate allows, I must pay my respects!"
"Ah, damn it! Died again!!"
Midway through his musings, Zhong Yi demonstrated his notorious hand-brain coordination by burning to death from a fire talisman.
From his omniscient viewpoint, Lu Ze was puzzled:
If this guy talked less while gaming, maybe he wouldn’t die so quickly...
Still, his analysis was spot-on.
At least he was the first to notice how crucial the sound design was in the game.
"Oh right, I still need to change my name!"
Zhong Yi smacked his forehead, having forgotten this detail.
Back at the main menu, he stared blankly at the name-change option.
Naming things was his weakness—he had no idea what to pick.
He couldn’t just steal someone else’s name, could he?
Then his eyes lit up.
Actually... why not?
Remembering Mu Yawen’s earlier teasing, he felt both annoyed and amused.
But he knew Mu Yawen meant no harm—the guy was just simple-minded.
Their bond was ironclad.
Zhong Yi often ribbed Mu Yawen, and Mu Yawen retaliated with no-holds-barred sparring, yet they always laughed it off.
"Since you’re changing your name too, I’ll just borrow yours!"
Zhong Yi chuckled to himself.
...
At the same time.
"What should I call myself...?"
Mu Yawen scratched his head, stumped.
"Master said I should learn from Senior Brother Zhong—he’s sharp..."
"Ah, I’ll just use Senior Brother Zhong’s name! It’s not like he’s using it!"
...
...
Not long after.
A thunderous boom erupted in the training hall.
Zhong Yi hastily exited the illusion and opened his eyes.
There stood Mu Yawen, grinning sheepishly, his face smeared with soot.
"Junior Brother Mu, what happened?" Zhong Yi asked curiously.
"Got chased by that demon beast and couldn’t hold back—instinct kicked in, and I tried to unleash my bloodline power. Then... well, heh!"
Mu Yawen rubbed his head sheepishly.
Zhong Yi understood immediately.
This was a common safeguard in restricted-level illusionary realms.
Anyone forcibly breaking the creator’s imposed limits would be ejected.
But usually, only those far stronger than the creator could bypass such restrictions.
Mu Yawen was only at the early Nascent Soul stage—how could he break a master’s seal?
Unless...
The creator’s cultivation was actually low?
Zhong Yi dismissed the thought almost instantly.
Such brilliance, such craftsmanship—no ordinary amateur could’ve achieved this.
"The senior must’ve suppressed their cultivation when setting this restriction," Zhong Yi muttered.
It was the only explanation.
"By the way, Junior Brother Mu," Zhong Yi suddenly grinned, clapping Mu Yawen’s shoulder.
"You’re itching for a fight, aren’t you? Not satisfied just running from monsters?"
"Of course! You know me too well, Senior Brother!"
"Then let’s duel! In a way, it’s still combat."
"Deal! It’s been ages since we sparred!"
"Come on, I’ll send the invite."
Zhong Yi cheerfully initiated the match.
The moment they saw each other’s names, both froze.
"What the—Senior Brother, why are you named Mu Yawen?!"
"Excuse me?! Why the hell are you called Zhong Yi?!"
...
In the end, Lu Ze couldn’t take it anymore and stepped in, assigning them the names [Genius Cultivator Who Can’t Run] and [Battle Junkie Who Never Backs Down]. The chaos finally subsided.
The advanced gaming concepts of Lu Ze’s past life were a crushing advantage in this world.
Even the most worldly and disciplined elite disciples were instantly captivated by this novel battle mode.
At first, the simple-minded Mu Yawen suffered horribly under Zhong Yi’s relentless item abuse.
But soon, he began mimicking and counterattacking.
When it came to combat, Mu Yawen’s brain worked just fine.
The two were having a blast.
After days of Lu Ze’s tweaks, the battle mode’s item pool expanded far beyond basic traps and elemental talismans.
For example, the Position Swap Talisman.
Zhong Yi grasped its use immediately, deliberately staying just ahead of a pursuing beast.
Mu Yawen had barely finished laughing at his "slow" escape when Zhong Yi swapped their positions, leaving him bewildered as the beast’s lunch.
Then there was the Displacement Imp.
Mu Yawen, unsure how it worked, hurled it at Zhong Yi’s head.
Suddenly, all traps appeared inverted in Zhong Yi’s vision, leading to a string of mishaps—and Mu Yawen’s triumphant comeback.
And so on...
...
In the control room, Lu Ze watched the two elites duel with satisfaction.
Their awestruck expressions confirmed it—future "corruption points" were guaranteed.
Zhong Yi might be clumsy at gaming, but his mind was sharp.
His creative use of items was always unexpected.
If only Lu Ze’s current cultivation allowed for an in-game replay system.
Footage of Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen’s battles would’ve made perfect promotional material.
Just as Lu Ze was enjoying the show, a message flashed on his token:
[Li Moran has challenged you to a duel. Accept?]
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.”
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."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
