One week after the release of Bed Wars, things unfolded exactly as Lu Ze had predicted—the five great sects had collectively fallen into chaos!
The disciples had gone wild over the game.
In the past, if disciples had any grievances, they would settle them with a sparring match in the martial arena.
Now, if two sides couldn’t stand each other, they’d just go wreck each other’s beds.
This quickly became the new trend.
So much so that many disciples began carving protective arrays into their beds…
Bed Wars became so popular that the forum split off from the Minecraft branch and became its own dedicated space.
Disciples flocked there to exchange strategies.
[Can the loot goblins please stop griefing their own team?!]
[Seconded! My blood pressure spikes every time I come home and see them camping the resource spawns.]
[Can y’all stop copying Zhou Yue’s move where he jumps and places wool under his feet? None of you can pull it off! Now the bridges are all bumpy, and I keep falling to my death…]
[Any pros here who can teach me how to crouch-bridge?]
[Crouch-bridging? Isn’t that just… crouching while bridging?]
[No, no—lately I’ve seen people crouch and stand rapidly, bridging insanely fast!]
[That’s nothing. You haven’t seen a player called “Bai Mu.” His bridging speed is downright terrifying…]
[“Bai Mu”? I’ve matched against him! Dude’s cracked—hunted me down the whole game.]
[Seriously? I’ve gotta see this for myself.]
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In Zhong Yi’s livestream, as players deepened their understanding of the game, a clear division of roles emerged for the four-player teams.
Two attackers focused on aggression and resource control, one defender handled base protection and support, and one flex player roamed to fill gaps.
For Zhong Yi’s squad:
Zhou Yue, as long as he avoided random distractions, was an exceptional attacker.
Zhong Yi’s “clumsy hands” were infamous, making him the perfect candidate for base defense.
As for Zhou Qiaoling? Under no circumstances could she be left guarding the base—otherwise, she’d inevitably turn into a loot magnet…
But recently, Zhong Yi had discovered the perfect role for her: the flex player.
This girl was obsessed with hoarding loot.
The moment she spotted another team’s resource points stacked with iron and gold, her movement tech improved tenfold—she’d dive in headfirst, consequences be damned.
With this setup, the team’s synergy kept improving.
“Zhou Yue, trust me this time—I’m cracked now!”
Zhong Yi thumped his chest confidently as he made his case.
Lately, he’d been grinding bridging techniques day and night in the Minecraft overworld, even abandoning his redstone experiments.
The nearby villagers’ quality of life had skyrocketed as a result.
After a week of practice, though still far from pro level, he was no longer the “grandma-tier” player he once was.
Stuck guarding the bed every match, staring at it endlessly, had grown unbearably dull.
How could a mighty Nascent Soul cultivator live like this?
“Fine. You take point on offense—I’ll defend.”
Zhou Yue agreed without hesitation.
“Heh. Prepare to witness my new strat…”
Zhong Yi grinned mysteriously.
“Oh? That confident? Show us!”
Zhou Yue’s interest was piqued.
“Zhou Qiaoling, you and Mu Yawen go for resources… I’m sneaking into the blue team’s base to break their bed!”
Zhong Yi issued orders with unwavering confidence.
His shot-calling had proven reliable before, so the team moved out without question.
“Zhong Yi… you’re rushing in with chainmail? No iron gear? You’ll get one-tapped.”
Zhou Yue eyed Zhong Yi’s shabby armor skeptically.
“That’s why I bought this!”
With a dramatic flourish, Zhong Yi pulled out a Blast Talisman.
In the game, Blast Talismans were the equivalent of TNT—devastating, but with a long fuse.
In Bed Wars, they were nearly impossible to land on players.
Their only real use was clearing defensive blocks around enemy beds.
But with Zhong Yi’s terrible gear, even if he placed the talisman, surviving long enough to detonate it and break the bed seemed impossible.
Zhou Yue couldn’t figure out the plan but watched intently as Zhong Yi set off.
As Zhong Yi wobbled his way across a bridge, Zhou Yue’s eye twitched.
“…A spry Grandma Zhong.”
Zhong Yi’s bridging speed was roughly on par with Zhou Yue’s first-day performance.
He built five blocks higher than usual, inching toward the blue team’s base.
His sluggish but conspicuous advance quickly drew the attention of two blue team defenders.
They glared up at him, their bed already fortified with clay blocks.
Zhong Yi brandished the Blast Talisman, eyes gleaming.
“Zhou Yue! In five seconds, their bed is gone!”
“Seriously? That busted?”
Zhou Yue was stunned.
Taking a 1v2 and still breaking the bed? Even he wouldn’t bet on pulling that off.
“The talisman flashes five times before exploding!” Zhong Yi explained eagerly.
“I’ll jump down right as it blows—the blast will clear the blocks, and I’ll land straight on the bed!”
Zhou Yue couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.
“Genius play, Zhong Yi. Absolute legend.”
“Alright… One!”
Grinning, Zhong Yi dropped the talisman. It pulsed with light as it fell.
“Two!”
The blue team players below panicked, staring at the impending explosion.
If they stayed, they’d get blasted. If they ran, their bed’s defenses would be obliterated.
A lose-lose scenario!
“Three!”
The two scrambled away as Zhong Yi watched triumphantly.
“Hah! Victory is mine!”
“Fou—”
Mid-count, his foot slipped.
“HOLY— I’M FALLING!!!”
At the same moment, the talisman’s fifth pulse ignited.
BOOM.
The explosion sent Zhong Yi flying.
“AAAHHH—!”
[“Genius Cultivator” is contemplating the void.]
“…”
Zhou Yue massaged his temples.
“Never change, ‘Genius Cultivator’…”
Just then, a flood of chat messages appeared:
[Zhou Yue! “Bai Mu” is online!]
[Just got stomped by “Bai Mu” in doubles…]
[They say no one’s ever killed “Bai Mu”! Zhou Yue, go take him down!]
[Slay “Bai Mu” and bring glory to the Lingxiao Sect!]
……
“Bai Mu?!”
Zhou Yue’s eyes lit up.
This was the infamous prodigy who had emerged in recent days.
Rumors claimed he was a fanatical admirer of “Black Veil” and possessed terrifying skill—undefeated in every match.
What cultivator wouldn’t crave a duel with such a rival?
Ever since hearing of him, Zhou Yue had been itching for a fight.
But “Bai Mu” was elusive, appearing at erratic hours, so Zhou Yue had instructed his viewers to alert him the moment the player logged in.
“Zhong Yi, Mu Yawen… ‘Bai Mu’ is online! Let’s hunt him down!”
Zhou Yue said excitedly,
"Great!"
The battle-hungry Mu Yawen immediately brightened up.
"Wow, what a coincidence? Senior Sister Li just invited me to play duo mode too..."
Zhou Qiaoling muttered.
She was quite eager to join since duo mode allowed her to comfortably play a supporting role.
"I'll pass this time. I’ll just watch your stream later,"
Zhong Yi replied after some thought.
Deep down, he really wanted to spar with an expert like "Bai Mu."
But he knew his current skills were lacking, and teaming up with Zhou Yue or Mu Yawen would only hold them back.
He decided to enter solo later and see if he could get a chance to face "Bai Mu."
Even if just to learn something new.
Zhou Yue: "Then let’s finish this round and hurry over!"
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Lihuo Peak, Lingyu Pavilion.
Lu Ze had just finished a merciless stomp match.
It couldn’t be helped.
The server spirit had made a small request—how could he refuse?
Besides, he needed to farm some Demon Path points anyway.
Sometimes, if he crushed his opponents hard enough, their PTSD would kick in, triggering the admiration system and rewarding him with extra loot.
Why not take advantage of that?
Solo matches ended too quickly, and in trio or quad modes, he’d have two or three teammates to share the kills with.
Duo mode was where the real slaughter happened.
Lu Ze stretched lazily and queued up for another round of domination.
The moment he matched with opponents, a system prompt suddenly appeared:
[Host has encountered 15 righteous path prodigies in a Heavenly Dao secret realm. To showcase the might of the Demon Path, the host must claim victory within the realm!]
[Quest: Triumph in the Heavenly Dao secret realm and make the prodigies fear the Demon Path’s power.]
[Reward: Triple Demon Path points for one week.]
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
