Zhou Yue gave it his all.
He ran and jumped, placing a block of wool beneath his feet each time he was about to land.
Not only did this boost his speed, but it also blocked the pursuers behind him.
Paired with the energetic battle BGM that automatically played in the illusionary realm, the scene looked incredibly intense.
In Zhou Yue’s livestream, the barrage exploded instantly.
[Damn! As expected of the True Disciple Zhou!]
[That movement… so cool!]
[Could it be… this is truly Zhou’s domain?]
[Good lord, the music here gets my blood pumping, while Zhong’s side is like a lullaby…]
……
At the same time.
Zhong Yi’s side.
He was methodically building a bridge out of wool.
To prevent accidentally falling into the void, he cautiously crouched on the already constructed bridge, inching forward bit by bit.
BGM was an indispensable part of the game.
During battles, it was an intense, adrenaline-pumping track, but since nothing was happening on Zhong Yi’s side, the music was calm and soothing.
The barrage in Zhong Yi’s livestream had a completely different vibe.
[Granny Zhong, time for bed]
[Take a break, don’t overwork yourself]
[True Disciple Zhou is fighting for his life over there, while you’re here playing house]
[Don’t rush him! From what I’ve observed, Zhong’s already pushing his limits!]
[Not bad, not bad—he hasn’t fallen yet, that’s a new record]
……
“Old Zhong! Old Zhong!!! Where are you?!”
Zhou Yue’s frantic voice came through the team voice chat.
“I can’t hold on much longer!!!”
By now, more and more players had joined the hunt for Zhou Yue.
If he died, the spirit stones in his inventory would drop.
Two archers relentlessly shot arrows at him, and with enemies closing in from all sides, Zhou Yue’s health was nearly depleted.
“Almost there… just five more blocks! Hang in there, Old Zhou!!!”
Zhong Yi’s eyes were filled with sorrow as he desperately tried to speed up.
Zhou Yue glanced in Zhong Yi’s direction—true to his words, just five more wool blocks, and they’d meet.
Well, technically, if Zhong Yi placed two more, Zhou Yue could jump over to him.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhou Yue’s eyes.
“I’m coming to you!!”
Zhong Yi frantically built the bridge.
Zhou Yue madly sprinted for his life.
“Done!”
“I’m here!”
Zhou Yue looked up at Zhong Yi’s position, his breath catching in his throat—
The distance between Zhong Yi and the central island had gone from five blocks to four.
The barrage in Zhou Yue’s livestream couldn’t hold back.
[So ‘done’ meant one block was done]
[Cut him some slack, he’s trying his best]
[Seems like Zhong is the greatest tribulation for Zhou in this mode…]
……
Zhou Yue glanced back.
The enemies were right on his heels.
An arrow grazed his ear, and multiple stone swords were pointed straight at him.
A sense of tragic heroism welled up in his heart.
“Old Zhong… I might not make it…”
Zhou Yue took a deep breath and pushed his movement skills to the limit.
“No! I’m almost—”
“Don’t come over!! See that slope ahead? I’ll throw the spirit stones there… I’ll cover them with wool so they won’t notice.”
“Old Zhou, don’t—”
“No time to argue! Place one more block and jump down! Take the stones and run!”
Zhou Yue’s footwork reached its peak.
Dodging, weaving, and making a sharp U-turn with the wool, he reached the agreed spot.
The moment he landed, he tossed the spirit stones and placed a few wool blocks to block the pursuers’ line of sight.
“Don’t let my death be in vain!!”
With a roar, Zhou Yue turned and ran in the opposite direction without looking back.
His escape tactic was to drop wool blocks while jumping, creating obstacles. The pursuers, unaware of his trick, chased after him without hesitation.
“Old Zhou, I won’t let you die for nothing!”
Zhong Yi’s eyes reddened.
For the first time in the illusionary realm, he felt a deep, desolate sorrow.
Finally, he placed the last wool block and leaped onto the island.
Grabbing the spirit stones Zhou Yue had left behind, he wobbled like an old granny as he ran back across the bridge.
Mid-sprint, a thought struck him.
“What if… after Old Zhou dies, they realize the stones are with me and chase me down…”
“No! His sacrifice can’t be wasted!”
With that, Zhong Yi pulled out his stone sword and began chopping away the wool bridge behind him as he retreated…
……
Meanwhile.
Zhou Yue’s health was at its last sliver.
“Screw it, come on! I’ll take at least one of you with me!”
Seeing Zhong Yi safely on the bridge, Zhou Yue felt free of worries.
He drew his stone sword, spun around, and prepared for a final stand—
Only to find that the three main pursuers from the Yellow Team had turned tail and were sprinting home.
“Huh? What’s going on…”
Zhou Yue was baffled.
Just then, a system announcement echoed across the sky:
[The Yellow Team’s bed has been destroyed by “Exercise Brings Progress”!]
“Holy crap! Junior Brother Mu is my savior!!”
Zhou Yue’s confusion turned to elation.
Mu Yawen had sneakily destroyed the Yellow Team’s bed, forcing them to retreat and defend!
With only four enemies left, Zhou Yue felt a flicker of hope.
But the chapter wasn’t over yet—
“Old Zhong, I think I might actually survive… huh?”
When he reached the wool bridge leading back to base, Zhou Yue froze.
The bridge…
Had been completely chopped away by some heartless bastard.
“……”
Zhou Yue took a deep breath.
He looked down at the endless void below, then at the few remaining wool blocks in his inventory.
“Whatever… I’m done struggling…”
[“Break to Build” is attempting to comprehend the void!]
……
Five seconds later.
Zhou Yue respawned at the base’s revival point.
The moment he opened his eyes, he locked gazes with Zhou Qiaoling, who was squatting in the resource pool, stuffing iron and gold ingots into her bag.
Zhou Qiaoling guiltily turned her head away, hands still frantically grabbing ingots.
“ZHOU!! QIAO!! LING!!”
Zhou Yue’s fists clenched instantly.
“Are you a damn packrat?! You see resources and lose all sense of duty!!! You were supposed to guard the bed, but you’ve been camping here doing nothing!!!”
“I—I was just too focused on building defenses! I ran out of materials, so I had to gather more!”
Zhou Qiaoling hugged her bag protectively, hiding the hundred gold ingots inside.
Zhou Yue massaged his temples, sighing deeply.
Aside from Mu Yawen, none of his teammates gave him peace of mind!
“Well, at least I risked my life to bring back three spirit stones. Once Zhong Yi returns, we can buy—”
Before he could finish, Zhong Yi’s figure suddenly materialized at the revival point.
“……”
Zhou Yue’s eyes widened, his breath halting once more.
“Uh, heh heh…”
Zhong Yi’s face flushed with shame as he lowered his head.
His reappearance here could only mean one thing—
He had fallen to his death again.
And the spirit stones Zhou Yue had fought so hard for… were gone.
Zhou Yue howled at the heavens:
“JUST KILL ME ALREADY!!!”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
