Lu Ze's mod library was packed to the brim.
The [Nine Heavens Divine Thunder] from Chaowendao, Zhong Yi's [Great Dao Spirit Words], Li Moran's [Profound Ice Sword Art]...
All were things he casually crafted in his free time.
As the creator of "My World," Lu Ze had an innate grasp of its laws, further enhanced by the skills he'd acquired through the system.
Unlike others who had to painstakingly study for days, crafting mods was as effortless as eating or drinking for him.
However, if he were to unleash mods like [Nine Heavens Divine Thunder] or [Great Dao Spirit Words], the entire Lingxiao Sect would undoubtedly scour the world the next day for traces of "White Veil's" true identity.
"Then, I'll use you..."
Lu Ze chuckled as he selected the topmost skill mod—
The [Heavenly Dao Black Veil] mod.
This was the skill mod used by the remnants of the Heavenly Dao in illusions, where it took the form of a "Black Veil" to torment others from time to time.
With its ever-changing, indestructible obsidian, it could instantly annihilate anyone in its path.
"Damn, this is going to make someone feel even more immersed..."
Lu Ze muttered to himself as he walked up to the shop.
He exchanged all his remaining spirit stones for obsidian.
"It's time to end this."
Lu Ze sighed.
It was a shame to wrap things up before he could fully enjoy farming demonic points.
He tossed an Ender Pearl toward the central island.
In an instant, his figure appeared at the very heart of the map.
Meanwhile, the remaining team members, having learned of "White Veil's" appearance, rushed toward the central island!
...
In Zhong Yi's illusionary world...
"Brother White, what a blunder!"
Zhong Yi sighed inwardly.
With the final showdown upon them, he muted his voice to avoid disturbing "White Veil's" maneuvers and instead started bantering with the live chat.
"Brother White is undoubtedly powerful, but now that skill mods are involved, it's tied to real-world strength..."
"Stalling until the random event ends would've been the wiser move!"
The chat overwhelmingly agreed with Zhong Yi's take.
[Youthful arrogance, understandable.]
[Those who can craft mods nowadays are all top talents of their sects.]
[I recall even Senior Brother Zhong hasn't made a mod yet.]
[Maybe he bought it from the mod market?]
[No way! Mods sold there are not only expensive but also pale in comparison to the techniques of these elite disciples.]
[White Veil is too overconfident...]
[Let him see the gap between ordinary folks and prodigies!]
...
Lu Ze stood at the central island, leisurely awaiting the storm.
He even dug a hole, poured in a bucket of water, and sat by it fishing.
Several Ender Pearls rained down from the sky.
Over a dozen contestants appeared around the central island in quick succession.
"White Veil!"
Li Jiujian's voice rang out first.
He stood atop an iron sword, hovering leisurely in the air. Behind him floated several stone and iron swords.
"You showed me such 'kindness' earlier... Now it's my turn!"
"Haha, Brother White, what a leisurely mood—fishing, no less..."
Shen Yan swung his sword, golden light coating the blade and shaping it into a hammer.
"Could it be... you're fishing for a mod?"
"Brother White, seems like you're doomed..."
Zhou Yue crossed his arms, shaking his head with a smirk.
The black-and-red flame giant behind him mimicked the motion.
"How about this? I'll help you survive this random event, and afterward, you spar with me alone. Deal?"
"Brother Zhou, you'd dare help him? What if he's a demonic cultivator!?"
Xu Huoyao's voice was laced with fury as violet-black flames spread from his fists, threatening to engulf his entire body.
The humiliation of being trapped and slaughtered repeatedly by "White Veil" earlier had ignited an unquenchable rage within him.
"Today, this bastard dies by my hands!!"
With that, he channeled his flames to their peak and charged straight at "White Veil."
Everyone held different attitudes toward "White Veil,"
but everyone wanted him dead.
As if it were some prestigious honor.
In an instant, the scene turned spectacular—
Countless flying swords, a colossal golden hammer, a violet-black flame giant, crystalline frost sword energy...
All converged from all directions toward "White Veil" at the center!
The storm was coming.
Yet "White Veil" remained seated, eyes half-lidded, still fishing.
"Ah, got a bite."
He tugged the rod, and a perfectly grilled fish appeared in his inventory.
At the same time,
just as the onslaught was about to strike—
Countless obsidian blocks erupted beneath his feet!
In an instant, an indestructible barrier formed, swallowing every attack whole!
Every onlooker's eyes widened in shock.
This technique—
Everyone recognized it!
It was the signature move of that mysterious entity, the "Black Veil"!
The scene left Zhong Yi and the cultivators watching his livestream utterly dumbfounded.
[What the hell? The "Black Veil"!?]
[Damn, there really is a Black Veil!]
[How does he know the Black Veil's techniques?]
[This is just broken...]
[Who the hell is White Veil!? How is he this terrifying!?]
[Now that you mention it, this "White Veil" character is basically the counterpart to "Black Veil."]
[Outmatched in skill, outmatched in mods...]
[Well then, who's the ordinary one, and who's the prodigy here?]
...
The smoke slowly dissipated.
The obsidian barrier hadn't even cracked.
Block by block, the obsidian receded,
revealing a face identical to the "Black Veil's"—
save for the eyes, which now had pupils instead of blank whites.
This was the face of "Steve," the protagonist from his past life's "My World."
Lu Ze couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Xu Huoyao collapsed before him.
While everyone else attacked from range, this fool had charged in fists-first, only to lose half his HP from the obsidian barrier's recoil.
"You—!"
Xu Huoyao tried to spit out a threat,
but before he could finish, an obsidian spike pierced his chest, ending him instantly.
At that moment, the last flicker of hope in the others' eyes died.
This mysterious man wasn't just using a skill mod resembling the "Black Veil"—
He was the "Black Veil" incarnate!
"Alright then..."
Lu Ze rose with a sinister grin, stowing his fishing rod.
One after another, obsidian spikes levitated behind him, poised to strike.
"Who's next?"
...
In Zhong Yi's illusionary world, the spectators were once again stunned by "White Veil's" actions.
[Why not just kill them outright? Why trap them with obsidian?]
[RIP Senior Brother Zhou—he'll be seeing obsidian in his nightmares tonight.]
[This is just cruel and insane!]
[Compared to White Demon, even Lu Demon seems like a saint!]
...
The match concluded.
Lu Ze emerged victorious.
"Haha, Brother White! See? I told you I wasn't jinxing it!"
Zhong Yi cheered, overjoyed.
Recently, the pressure on him had been immense.
So many people claimed that his True Words Spirit Root had turned into a Jinx Spirit Root, and even he began to doubt himself.
But in the end, the facts proved it was all just coincidence!
Didn’t Lu Ze still secure victory?
When asked about it, Lu Ze’s response was simple:
“Heh.”
He couldn’t be bothered to explain.
Because of Zhong Yi’s careless remark, he had lost hundreds of points of Demonic Path Value.
Still, he chose to forgive this walking disaster.
After all, the rewards he could reap from him were far more valuable than a mere few hundred points.
Right on cue, the system’s notification chimed in his mind.
[Quest Completed!]
[Host has slaughtered righteous cultivators within the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, claimed final victory, and left numerous prodigies with psychological scars!]
[Reward: For the next week, all Demonic Path Value rewards will be tripled.]
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.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
