"So this world doesn't just have villages—it even has demonic cultivators..."
Zhong Yi couldn't help but marvel.
The four of them had been exploring this illusory realm for over an hour now.
Almost every moment brought new revelations.
To them, this world remained a place brimming with novelty and the unknown.
This way of uncovering the world’s secrets was utterly intoxicating!
"Damn it, once I level up, I’m gonna wipe them all out!"
Zhou Yue, freshly resurrected, gnashed his teeth in fury.
At the moment, they were heading toward the coordinates Zhou Qiaoling had provided.
Rumor had it there were ready-made houses, food, and even companions—a perfect place to settle.
Soon, they crossed the hills and arrived at a village nestled in the plains.
"Whoa, so many houses! Now this is impressive!"
Zhong Yi’s eyebrows shot up, relieved they wouldn’t have to endure a nomadic life any longer.
But as soon as they reached the village entrance, they noticed the door of the first house was wide open.
"Why’s this door open... Holy crap! Demonic cultivators!?"
The moment Zhong Yi stepped closer, he spotted a pale-gray humanoid creature hacking at a villager sleeping in bed. He immediately drew his weapon in alarm.
"Wait, that can’t be right... Demonic cultivators wear black robes..."
Zhou Yue leaned in, confusion written all over his face.
Then, a familiar voice rang out from inside the gray armor:
"Lazybones! Sleeping in broad daylight... Get up and go farm the fields!!!"
Zhou Yue: "..."
Zhong Yi: "..."
Even the usually mild-mannered Mu Yawen widened her eyes in disbelief.
...
Zhou Qiaoling hadn’t actually hit the villager.
She’d just smashed his bed to pieces.
According to her, this straw-hat-wearing villager was supposed to be farming.
She merely wanted to "motivate" him to stop lazing around.
As the first to discover the village, Zhou Qiaoling led the group on a tour.
"Strange... Why does every villager’s house have a stone block at the entrance?"
Zhong Yi’s sharp eyes immediately caught the oddity.
"Ah, that? Hahaha... Maybe... the villagers here just like using them as decorations!"
Zhou Qiaoling turned away, laughing awkwardly.
Meanwhile, Zhong Yi’s stream of viewer comments exploded:
[Senior Brother Zhong, those stones used to be chests!]
[The chests held the villagers’ belongings—Junior Sister Zhou looted them all!]
[Demonic cultivator junior sister!]
[Have some mercy! At least leave them the chests!]
...
Busted, Zhou Qiaoling hastily dumped the spoils she’d pilfered from the villagers for "fair distribution."
Iron ingots, gold ingots, diamonds, spirit stones...
The sheer variety of treasures left Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi speechless, their scolding forgotten.
"You’re saying... the villagers just gave these to you?"
Zhong Yi gulped.
If they had to mine all this themselves, how long would it take?
"Exactly."
Zhou Qiaoling nodded with absolute certainty.
"Uh..."
Zhou Yue, now holding the loot, was at a loss for words.
Ahem. "Next time... at least leave them the chests..."
...
The village’s ecosystem was surprisingly well-structured.
Unlike Zhou Qiaoling, who only cared for plunder, Zhong Yi paid closer attention.
Soon, they made several discoveries.
For instance, they could trade with specialized villagers, exchanging supplies for spirit stones.
Or, in one overlooked chest, they found a secret realm map—marking the location of a hidden trial.
...
When Lu Ze localized this world, he incorporated many cultivation-themed elements.
Treasure maps, once bartered from cartographers in his past life, now came in richer varieties.
Secret realm maps were one such addition.
Each realm held formidable challenges, rewarding victors with powerful artifacts.
Some even contained critical guides—like the arcane uses of redstone, intel on the End or Nether, or insights into spiritual roots and cultivation techniques.
Certain special villagers even possessed innate spiritual roots.
...
Zhong Yi was enthralled by village exploration.
He realized that while the villagers couldn’t communicate with players, they followed their own behavioral logic.
Cracking that logic might lead to groundbreaking discoveries.
While he researched, the others weren’t idle.
At the village outskirts, they encountered a white giant. After a brutal fight that left them wailing for mercy, they were annihilated.
Only later did they learn this "iron golem" was the villagers’ guardian.
Zhou Yue became obsessed, convinced it was a summoned construct, and vowed to replicate the technique.
Night fell, the moon bright and stars sparse.
Except for the four villagers they’d displaced from their beds, the village was peaceful.
Watching the flickering candlelight at the doorstep, Zhong Yi sighed in contentment:
"Looks like we’ll finally have a peaceful night."
These past few days, it’s either been a total wipeout or being on the verge of one.
Every morning, I wake up only to start from scratch again.
But now, with the shelter of the village, life has finally taken a turn for the better.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
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Right at that moment...
The bright moon in the night sky suddenly turned blood-red.
"......"
The three of them took a deep breath in unison, their eyes locked onto Zhong Yi.
"Wh-what are you all looking at me for..."
Zhong Yi’s face flushed.
"It’s just the moon turning red. Maybe it’s some kind of rare phenomenon..."
No sooner had he spoken than
zombies emerged from the darkness.
Unlike the usual dim-witted monsters they’d encountered before,
this time,
their eye sockets glowed with a sinister crimson hue!
An eerie aura radiated from their entire bodies.
"It’s fine, it’s fine! We’ll just hide in the house and stay put..."
"Damn it!! Why can they open doors?!"
"Don’t panic, let’s block the door with stones..."
"Seriously?! They can break through stones too?!"
"Stay calm, we can—"
"Old Zhong, please, for the love of heaven, just shut up!!"
......
......
Tianxuan Sect.
Lu Ze, watching the live stream, was utterly stunned by the four-man team’s extraordinary skills.
Especially Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi.
One was a walking bad-luck magnet, attracting every improbable misfortune.
The other had a cursed tongue—whatever he said seemed to manifest.
The Blood Moon event was a special scenario he had added.
The trigger probability increased over time,
but in the early stages, the odds were less than one in a thousand.
For things to escalate like this...
Well, let’s just say neither Zhong Yi nor Zhou Yue were innocent.
Watching the team get wiped out yet again—along with the entire village being razed by monsters—Lu Ze couldn’t help but laugh.
Who knew even the normal difficulty survival mode could gift him so much Demon Path energy?
Lu Ze exited the stream and logged into the backend of My World.
He entered the Main World of the Heavenly Dao’s remnant spirit.
At that moment, the remnant spirit was also engrossed in watching the cultivators’ gameplay.
"Well? Convinced now?"
Lu Ze asked with a smirk.
"Hmph. The effect is negligible at best."
Seeing Lu Ze appear, the remnant spirit quickly suppressed its wicked grin.
The deaths of righteous cultivators in the illusion had minimal impact.
But... it did have some effect.
"At this rate, it’d take millennia—tens of millennia—to balance the karma... Given what you call ‘server consumption,’ how am I supposed to last that long in my current state?"
The remnant spirit scoffed.
Though it had witnessed Lu Ze’s abilities,
it still refused to accept the server proposal.
The energy required to cover the entire cultivation world was no trivial matter.
In its current broken state, forget millennia—
it’d be lucky to last a century!
Rather than exhausting itself to death, it’d rather hide in the illusory world of My World.
Maybe fate would offer a way out someday.
"Oh?"
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed.
"What if I told you I could shorten that timeline... to less than a century?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
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.”
