Three days later.
Near the rogue cultivator market where the "Demonic Path Slaughter" competition was being held.
Inside a heavily warded underground chamber.
"Is this the thing for the competition? The Illusion Tower?"
Han Yiwen examined the small object in his hand, his face full of skepticism.
Naturally, he had heard of—and even used—Illusion Towers before.
Weren’t they just boring toys?
Had the righteous cultivators started indulging in frivolous pastimes?
"That’s right, Hall Master. It seems the competition is about to start—we should hurry and register!"
One of his underlings chimed in.
The underground chamber was packed with nearly a hundred notorious villains from the Demonic Path.
Everyone quickly took out their Illusion Towers and entered "Demonic Path Slaughter."
"Hall Master, there’s still half an hour before the competition starts… Should we group up and practice a round?"
A subordinate suggested.
"Does this thing even require practice?"
Han Yiwen shot the underling a disdainful glare and smirked.
"Isn’t it just about playing as the Demonic Path? Everyone here is an elite among elites, a fiend among fiends!"
His words were met with unanimous agreement.
All of them scoffed at the simplicity of the Illusion Tower—they were only here for the final rewards.
Half an hour later.
"Alright… time’s up!"
Han Yiwen raised his Illusion Tower, a wicked grin curling his lips.
"Fellow Daoists…"
"Let those naive righteous cultivators witness what it truly means to be Demonic Path!"
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The "Demonic Path Slaughter" competition, jointly organized by Zhong Yi, Shen Yan, and others, was structured as a points-based event at Lu Ze’s suggestion.
Points were awarded for kills, gathering intel, wins and losses, MVP selections…
The competition ran for three days, from noon to dusk each day.
Each participant could play up to five matches per day during the allotted time to accumulate points.
The system randomly assigned players to matchmade rooms, prioritizing opponents who didn’t know each other.
As soon as Han Yiwen entered "Demonic Path Slaughter," he was swiftly assigned to a room.
"Hah, the strongest Demonic Path? Just by standing among the righteous, it’s obvious I’m the most—"
"First time playing, Daoist?"
A player clad in ethereal, ornate battle robes, with phantom shadows trailing behind him, greeted Han Yiwen amiably.
"...Yeah."
Glancing down at his own shabby cloth attire, Han Yiwen instinctively hunched his shoulders.
"Play well—you can exchange points for skins! Good luck!"
Another player with a pair of wings sprouting from his back patted Han Yiwen’s shoulder sympathetically.
"...Right."
Han Yiwen nodded.
The surrounding players cast strange glances his way, whispering among themselves.
Every single one of them was decked out in bizarre outfits and accessories.
‘Hmph, even in this illusion where aura is concealed, my Demonic Path presence is unmistakable.’
‘Are they whispering about me out of fear?’
Han Yiwen sneered inwardly.
He was already plotting how to torment these righteous cultivators once the match began.
A few minutes later, the game started.
[Your identity is: Innocent (Detective)]
Staring at his assigned role, Han Yiwen frowned.
How could a notorious demonic cultivator like him be labeled "Innocent"?
No.
He was born of the Demonic Path, and he would die for it.
He couldn’t betray his demonic heart!
With that thought, he immediately shouted in the plaza: "Who’s Demonic Path? Who’s Demonic Path!? I’ll join you—let’s slaughter the innocents together!!"
The entire crowd froze.
"Uh… Daoist, are you the [Dumb Owl]?"
"This setup doesn’t have a [Dumb Owl]… What are you doing?"
"Oh, I get it—he’s faking his identity to appear non-demonic?"
……
Han Yiwen ignored the comments, scoffing coldly.
None of these people were the Demonic Path he sought.
He left the crowd and headed for a secluded spot.
"Daoist, I heard… you’re looking for the Demonic Path?"
A familiar voice called out.
Han Yiwen turned to see the phantom-robed player who had greeted him earlier.
"That’s right. Are you a demonic cultivator?"
"I’m not… but I know who is. Follow me."
"Good. You’re straightforward."
Han Yiwen nodded, thinking to himself that of course the Demonic Path wouldn’t linger in the open—they’d be lurking in the shadows.
He followed the player to a corner, only for the man to suddenly turn and swallow him whole.
"The Demonic Path… is in my stomach. Go find him there."
Han Yiwen: "???"
……
……
Han Yiwen blamed his first-round loss on not being assigned a Demonic Path role.
Undeterred, he immediately queued for a second match.
[Your identity is: Demonic Path (Corpse Devourer)]
"A corpse-eating demonic cultivator? Tch, how crude."
Han Yiwen sneered.
At least he was Demonic Path this time, which satisfied him.
"Damn illusion—killing actually takes time here, and you can only kill one at a time?"
Checking his skill cooldown, Han Yiwen realized going on a rampage wasn’t feasible.
"So… I need to find allies."
Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the crowd and quickly locked onto a player with a red name above their head!
His eyes lit up.
He recognized this person!
Not long ago, when he and his underlings had raided a village, they were ambushed by righteous cultivators sent to exterminate them.
This brawny fool had led the charge.
The man was freakishly strong, nigh-invulnerable, and had reached the terrifying Nascent Soul stage!
Han Yiwen had thought he was doomed, but the oaf turned out to be surprisingly gullible.
He managed to trick him and escape.
‘Heh, I’ll use him as my blade…’
Han Yiwen smirked.
This fool was the easiest to manipulate.
Plus, he must have some reputation among the righteous, making him less likely to be suspected.
With that in mind, Han Yiwen sidled up to Mu Yawen and whispered:
"Daoist, Daoist… come, let’s go kill together."
Mu Yawen blinked, staring at him in disbelief, then whispered back:
"Sure… but just the two of us might not be enough. How about we gather the other Demonic Path players too?"
"No problem!"
Han Yiwen was surprised by Mu Yawen’s immediate agreement.
In his memory, Mu Yawen should’ve been vehemently opposed to killing righteous cultivators—yet now he was suggesting rounding up more allies?
Who knew how much this illusion had warped people…
Still, Han Yiwen was confident he outclassed them all.
"I’ll go find Player 11, you go for Player 4… The four of us will strike together and wipe them out!"
He pointed at two players in opposite directions.
Mu Yawen nodded and immediately headed toward Player 4.
‘Hah, so easy to fool… Player 11’s area is less crowded—killing there won’t raise alarms. But if he teams up with Player 4? Hah! He’ll get voted out the moment the bodies drop!’
Han Yiwen chuckled darkly, pleased with his scheme.
Just then—
[Player 14 "Exercise Brings Progress" has offered incense at the ancestral shrine!]
Everyone was dragged into a voting meeting.
Mu Yawen grinned and quickly pointed at three people.
"I'm the [Undercover], and I've already identified the three demonic cultivators... Number 4, Number 7, and Number 11. Hah, why are demonic cultivators these days so stupid?"
[P.S. Overslept, writing Chapter 2 now.]
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
