A Perfect True Successor, If Only They Kept Their Mouth Shut

The technique Lu Ze was currently using wasn’t just the 【Stepping Stride】, 【Moon Step】, or 【Divine Bridge】 from his past life.

If one had to compare, it bore more resemblance to the 【Divine Bridge】 technique.

Bridge-building techniques boiled down to three things:

First, the angle. Second, the rhythm. Third, the aim.

Lu Ze had long mastered these, allowing him to switch seamlessly between rhythms.

Placing blocks came as naturally as breathing.

Most importantly, he barely lost any speed.

His pace was downright absurd.

In no time, he surged from last place to the front of the pack.

"Brother Bai, your 【Immortal Path】 is seriously cool!"

Zhong Yi’s voice crackled through the team voice chat.

"【Immortal Path】? Hmm… not a bad name."

Lu Ze pondered for a moment, quite pleased.

【Divine Bridge】 transformed into 【Immortal Path】—it had a nice ring to it.

"At this rate, we’re definitely gonna be the first team on the island!"

The moment Zhong Yi finished speaking,

Lu Ze’s instincts screamed danger.

His foot slipped inexplicably.

Thankfully, his reflexes kicked in—he leaped instantly, shifting rhythm mid-air—

As he descended, two blocks materialized beneath his feet.

At the critical moment, 【Self-Rescue Build】 saved his life.

Heart pounding, Lu Ze finally made it to the central island.

He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly—Senior Brother Zhong’s jinxing ability was practically law-defying at this point…

"Brother Zhong… want to win?"

"Yes."

"Then stop talking and go fish…"

"……"

"Such a fine true disciple, if only he didn’t have a mouth."

"???"

The moment Lu Ze set foot on the central island, he bolted straight for the nearest emerald spawn point.

Like in any competitive game, resource and economic dominance was the most straightforward path to victory.

As the most crucial early-game resource, Lu Ze had to maintain control over the emeralds.

Meanwhile, the other teams began arriving on the island one after another.

To Lu Ze’s surprise, none of them seemed interested in the emeralds. Instead, they all converged toward him.

"Brother Bai! Long time no see! Came to test my skills against you!"

Zhou Yue, the second to arrive, drew his iron sword, eyes blazing with excitement.

Lu Ze stared at the black hat on Zhou Yue’s head—the more he looked, the more it resembled his face.

"Brother Zhou, here to challenge Bai Mu too? Heh, what a coincidence—so am I!"

Shen Yan followed close behind, battle intent flaring in his eyes.

Lu Ze glanced at the sword in Shen Yan’s hand, finding it oddly out of place. He made a mental note to design a hammer skin for him next time.

"Fellow cultivator, this old man is quite curious—how did you build that bridge so swiftly earlier?"

Li Jiujian caught up, his gaze fixed solely on "Bai Mu."

Lu Ze recognized the old man—Third Elder of the Endless Sword Sect.

This guy had the highest demonic alignment value. Later, Lu Ze would make sure to pummel him a few extra times.

"Hah! This brat’s scared stiff of us! Too scared to even squeak… what a joke, calling himself the ‘Number One in Bed Wars’—such an inflated reputation!"

Xu Huoyao was as arrogant and domineering as ever.

Lu Ze rolled his eyes. This guy was all talk and no skill—definitely deserved some special "attention" later.

……

All seven teams had the same strategy.

One player defended the base while the other rushed to the central island for resources.

Now, these seven were locked in a heated argument over who got to challenge "Bai Mu" first.

Lu Ze rubbed his temples.

Time was life—he had no patience for their dueling tournament nonsense.

Too bound by honor, these orthodox cultivators.

With a sigh, Lu Ze pulled out an Explosive Talisman.

"I got here first—first come, first served! I challenge Brother Bai!"

"Young Zhou, your master and I go way back. Let this old man have the first round."

"All of you, back off! I heard this guy’s never died—I’m killing him first! Anyone in my way is my enemy!"

"Eh… what’s Brother Bai doing?"

"Is he… lighting an Explosive Talisman?"

……

The bickering crowd suddenly fell silent, all eyes snapping toward "Bai Mu."

Everyone knew Explosive Talismans.

Though devastating, they took three seconds to detonate—utterly useless as weapons.

Typically, they were just for blowing up beds.

Besides, "Bai Mu" was a fair distance away. Since the talismans couldn’t be thrown, no one worried about getting caught in the blast.

"Why’s he… fiddling with an Explosive Talisman?"

"Maybe he’s trying to say something?"

"Wait… why’d he place another one?"

……

Just as confusion peaked, Lu Ze placed a block of wool in front of the first talisman—then stacked another Explosive Talisman on top.

Among the crowd, only Li Moran’s expression shifted. She silently retreated several blocks.

The others didn’t know who "Bai Mu" really was.

But she did.

"Bai Mu" was Lu Ze’s alt account, formerly named "Nameless."

Li Moran was the only friend on that account.

Precisely because she knew "Bai Mu’s" true identity, she’d been eager to challenge this ceiling-level player in the illusion realm.

And precisely because she knew it was Lu Ze, she recognized that whenever he pulled out some unprecedented move—it was usually diabolical.

So she immediately backpedaled, putting distance between them.

As the fifth white flash lit up, the first Explosive Talisman detonated.

The blast wave launched the second talisman straight into the heart of the crowd.

Only then did the six players realize something was wrong—

"Bai Mu" had timed it perfectly.

The moment the second talisman landed, the fifth flash erupted—

"BOOM—!!"

The massive explosion sent all six players flying, disoriented.

"Damn it, since when did cultivators resort to such… underhanded tactics?!"

"No honor at all!!"

"Why does this feel weirdly familiar…"

……

Li Jiujian, closest to the blast, was hurled the farthest.

Dizzy, he staggered upright—just in time to see "Bai Mu’s" grinning face.

"Young man, where’s your honor? Ambushing a 690-year-old elder like me…"

Li Jiujian clutched his chest, seething.

Mid-rant, he suddenly froze.

"Bai Mu" hadn’t just timed the explosion—he’d calculated the trajectories too.

Of the six, only Li Jiujian had been blasted directly toward "Bai Mu"!

"Young—young friend…"

Li Jiujian fumbled for his stone sword.

But Lu Ze was already moving—

[“Bai Mu” eliminated “Nine Swords Daoist”!]

The remaining players snapped out of their daze.

"Holy—this guy’s ruthless!"

"Scheming like this—he’s practically demonic!"

"Let’s gang up on him!"

"Enough infighting—wipe out the Yellow Team first!"

……

Lu Ze smirked, turning on his heel to sprint toward another spirit stone spawn point.

Though confident he could take all six,

if even one broke off to gather resources, he’d be at a huge disadvantage.

At the very least, he needed to secure most of the first wave of spirit stones.

If opponents got Diamond gear too early, killing them would become tedious.

True, unrestrained slaughter could only begin after economic dominance.

So for now, he’d avoid unnecessary fights.

Except for Li Jiujian.

The rewards for killing him were just too good to pass up…

……

Freshly respawned, Li Jiujian stormed back across his pre-built bridge, charging toward the central island once more.

"Shameless brat, how dare you ambush this old man!"

Li Jiujian was furious.

"Elder Li... this kid is too sneaky. He just keeps running away and refuses to fight us!"

Shen Yan, who happened to be passing by, sighed.

"Bai Mu's" escape techniques were simply too exaggerated, leaving them utterly outmatched.

"Too scared to fight? Only knows how to run?"

Li Jiujian laughed.

In that case, if he waited along Bai Mu's inevitable path, wouldn't he be able to intercept him without any risk?

As "Bai Mu" came running toward him, Li Jiujian drew his iron sword with a menacing flourish.

"What cowardly villain dares cross me? Have you the courage to face this old man in battle!?"

...

["Bai Mu" has slain "Nine Swords Daoist"!]

"You lied to me, True Disciple Shen!! Since when was he 'too scared to fight'!!!"