"Of course you can?"
Ding Mingcang's accusatory voice rose several notches.
"How many more of these heretical contraptions do you intend to produce?"
"..."
Lu Ze was utterly speechless inside.
He had long heard that the Second Elder was stubborn and tyrannical.
But he never expected it to reach such extremes.
"Enough! No more words!"
Ding Mingcang lost patience and slammed the verdict:
"Today, I shall strip you of your cultivation and expel you from the sect!"
Hearing this judgment, Lu Ze frowned slightly.
Being expelled from the sect was bearable—he could slowly rebuild his player base elsewhere.
But having his cultivation crippled was unacceptable.
This Myriad Profound Devil Immortal Physique had been hard-earned.
If truly destroyed, he wouldn’t even be able to channel spiritual energy, let alone continue developing his game!
Just then,
a hurried voice called from afar: "Elder Ding, hold on!"
The voice sounded familiar.
Lu Ze’s brow relaxed slightly.
It was the core disciple Zhong Yi.
On the platform, Ding Mingcang frowned deeply, his expression odd as he stared in the direction of the voice.
Irritated, he turned to the Law Enforcement Hall attendant beside him: "Just what is this kid’s background?"
"Never heard of him."
The attendant was equally baffled.
Truthfully, apart from outer disciples and those frequenting the Artifact Refining Pavilion, few in the Lingxiao Sect knew of Lu Ze.
Ding Mingcang studied Lu Ze with a strange gaze.
He couldn’t fathom how this mediocre youth commanded such influence.
First, outer disciples.
Then, inner disciples.
Now even core disciples were pleading for him.
"Disciple Zhong Yi, after arduously studying Devil Sect Escape yesterday, I gained profound insights that aided my cultivation. It is far from the mind-corrupting creation Elder claims... I beg you to show mercy!"
Zhong Yi moved swiftly, arriving outside the Law Enforcement Hall in moments.
Behind him followed the brawny Mu Yawen and the frosty Li Moran.
The crowd of outer and inner disciples below erupted.
"It’s Senior Brother Zhong!"
"Tsk, as expected of him—such noble bearing!"
"Senior Brother Mu’s physique suggests his cultivation has advanced further."
"What occasion is this? To see Senior Sister Li in the Lingxiao Sect!"
"Even more stunning than the rumors..."
"With three core disciples pleading, surely Elder Ding will relent?"
"Our senior is saved!"
Zhong Yi bowed respectfully.
On their way, the trio had sensed Ding Mingcang’s fury from afar and used divine sense to investigate—only to discover the designer of Devil Sect Escape had been arrested by the Second Elder.
And now faced crippled cultivation and expulsion?
Zhong Yi was stunned.
He never imagined Devil Sect Escape was designed by a sect disciple.
He couldn’t conceive which disciple possessed the vision to craft such an intricate illusion.
But saving the designer took priority.
Though they’d never met, Zhong Yi deeply admired the mind behind Devil Sect Escape.
Exchanging insights over tea with such a talent would be invaluable.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ding Mingcang’s gaze toward Lu Ze remained hostile, though his tone softened slightly.
Core disciples were the confidants of elders—their face had to be honored.
"Absolutely, Elder. I wouldn’t dare deceive you."
"Then do you know who created Devil Sect Escape?"
"I do not, but one capable of such an illusion must be a sage of great wisdom."
"A sage? Hah!"
Ding Mingcang scoffed at Zhong Yi’s reply, his eyes mocking as they settled on Lu Ze.
"Then let me show you this so-called ‘sage’!"
With that, his palm slammed onto the table.
The Law Enforcement Hall’s walls vanished instantly.
Zhong Yi gaped, speechless with shock.
Li Moran’s icy eyes flickered with fleeting relief before resuming their chill.
Disciples below clamored to see what transpired.
Inner disciples—some at Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages—strained their divine sense to glimpse the scene, shutting their eyes in concentration.
Chaos ensued.
"Who is this sage?"
"Quiet! I’m trying to see!"
"It’s... it’s the junior from the Artifact Refining Pavilion who sold us crystal copies!"
"What? Lu Ze? You must be mistaken!"
"How could he design such an illusion?"
"Bro, you’re not seeing clearly."
"No, it’s true! I see Junior Brother Lu too!"
"Junior Brother Lu???"
"This can’t be right..."
Outer disciples, inner disciples, and the three core disciples above—
all fell silent simultaneously.
No one believed Devil Sect Escape could be Lu Ze’s work.
Even if he were Golden Core realm, none would credit it.
"Now, do you still plead for him?"
Ding Mingcang relished their reactions, sneering.
"Elder Ding..." Zhong Yi wiped his brow. "Perhaps there’s some misunderstanding..."
Kind-hearted, Zhong Yi had met Lu Ze only once but recalled him favorably.
Lu Ze had solved naming dilemmas for him and Mu Yawen and offered escape tactics.
Even if Lu Ze weren’t the designer, Zhong Yi wished to spare him crippled cultivation.
"Misunderstanding? Nonsense!"
Ding Mingcang pointed at Lu Ze, roaring.
"Did you truly think I’d believe this trash was his creation?"
"I’m not senile yet!"
"Who has the power to craft such illusions but hides in shadows?"
"Using an outer disciple as a scapegoat?"
"Such actions prove malice!"
Ding Mingcang was certain Lu Ze wasn’t the designer.
His pressure aimed to expose the true mastermind—
the one threatening his interests!
Moreover, last night, an expert’s breakthrough at Mount Lihuo’s rear peak had stirred celestial phenomena, yet their traces vanished...
He suspected
the two were the same person—
likely a Devil Sect infiltrator!
Why else design such depraved trials?
Glares burning, he unleashed crushing pressure on the youth below.
"Outer Disciple Lu Ze!"
"You deceived elders, peddled devilry, harbored criminals, and fostered heresy..."
"Name the true designer of Devil Sect Escape, and I’ll spare your life!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.
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.
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."
