"We tricked Brother Shen into a one-on-one duel, but then five of us showed up... Isn't that a bit too shameless?"
Zhou Yue frowned.
"Come on, old man, you were the most eager to steal kills when we were ambushing the bots in the bushes earlier," Zhou Qiaoling immediately retorted.
At some point, the methods of these so-called righteous cultivators in the illusion realm had started to veer in a strange direction.
If we trace it back, it probably began with Lu Ze's unconventional tactics in Immortal Realm Domination...
In any case, the righteous cultivators' resistance to these less-than-righteous strategies had weakened considerably.
Under Zhong Yi's lead, the group headed toward the top lane.
Along the way, Zhong Yi noticed Li Moran continuously swinging her blade, as if testing something.
Each time the blade sliced through the air, she would abruptly change her stance, shifting her footing.
"Sister Li, what are you doing?" Zhou Qiaoling blinked and asked curiously.
"Testing... the rules of this illusion," Li Moran replied thoughtfully, gazing at the dark green broken blade in her hand.
After three rounds of bot matches, she had noticed something interesting.
In this illusion, attacks seemed to follow unique rules.
For example, attacking while moving dealt negligible damage. Only by stopping movement and striking in that instant could the full damage of an attack be unleashed.
Thus, Li Moran kept testing the sequence: move, stop, attack, move... repeating it over and over.
"Oh? This should be called... canceling the attack's backswing?" Zhong Yi's eyes lit up. As a veteran of Immortal Realm Domination, he immediately recognized the trick.
This technique was also known as "orb-walking"—using movement to cancel attack animations and improve fluidity.
After Zhong Yi's explanation, Zhou Yue laughed. "Old Zhong, you talk a big game, but when it comes to execution, you’re a total noob."
"Ha! I don’t like the sound of that... I was just getting used to the controls earlier. Just wait—I’ll show you my skills when we fight Shen Yan!" Zhong Yi protested indignantly.
"You all go ambush the river first. Let me duel Brother Shen alone... Once he’s no match for me, you can cut off his retreat!"
Following Zhong Yi’s plan, the other four circled toward the river.
Zhong Yi strode forward alone, where Shen Yan stood waiting, gripping a golden divine hammer.
"Old Zhou, watch closely—I’m about to put on a show!"
Zhong Yi cleared his throat, and the others turned their attention to him.
"Let me teach you a new lesson!"
"Attack backswing isn’t just canceled by movement..."
"Skills can do it too!"
Hearing this, Li Moran raised an eyebrow, as if struck by inspiration.
"Watch!"
Zhong Yi advanced. Shen Yan swung his small hammer, smacking Zhong Yi square on the forehead, but Zhong Yi remained unfazed.
With a swift motion, he drew a rusted sword from his waist. Just as the blade was about to descend,
Zhong Yi activated [Steel Tempest].
The slashing motion was instantly interrupted, replaced by a thrust infused with wind-based spiritual energy.
Zhong Yi yelped, "Holy crap! I missed!"
Li Moran: "..."
Mu Yawen: "Strange... Why didn’t the enemy lose a single drop of health after that combo?"
Zhou Yue: "Classic Zhong Yi—using a skill to cancel a basic attack, then whiffing the skill entirely."
Zhou Qiaoling: "Somehow, I’m not surprised at all..."
Shen Yan froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
He slammed his divine hammer into the ground.
A surge of golden spiritual energy instantly chunked Zhong Yi’s health bar.
"Damn it! Why are you all just standing there? Get out here and beat him up!!" Zhong Yi shouted.
Only then did the four snap out of their daze and rush out from the river.
Shen Yan panicked, shouting into open comms: "You bastards! Since when does the Lingxiao Sect fight so dishonorably?!"
With that, he dove into the nearby bushes, vanishing instantly.
"Hahaha! Brother Shen, just accept your fate~~" Zhong Yi laughed and chased after him.
The moment he entered the bushes,
Five burly men stood ready, waiting for him.
"???"
Zhong Yi froze.
"Wait—"
Before he could finish,
Three of the men summoned spectral avatars behind them, roaring in unison:
"DEMACIA!!!!"
"Hey, hey...!! You—you guys from the Tianxuan Sect are too—OW! NOT THE FACE!!!"
......
......
Score: 0-3.
The Lingxiao Sect was at a severe disadvantage.
The team’s mood grew heavy.
Top lane.
"Junior Brother Mu, don’t be upset. When playing in the illusion realm, you gotta smile! No frowning!" Zhong Yi patted Mu Yawen’s shoulder reassuringly.
"I’m not like you. I don’t have that [Blade Dash] skill..." Mu Yawen sighed gloomily.
He had initially thought [Molten Colossus] would be overpowered, but it turned out to be far from tanky.
Plus, its spiritual energy consumption was insane—he ran out of mana after tossing two discs.
Zhong Yi felt the team’s morale was too low and decided to step up.
"Ho! No worries! Watch your senior brother turn this around!"
After three rounds of practice, he was finally getting used to the feel of [The Unforgiven].
Seeing the minion wave approach, Zhong Yi couldn’t resist the urge.
"Blade Dash!"
Just as his body lunged toward the minions,
Shen Yan, his lane opponent, suddenly shimmered with a golden barrier.
BAM!
Zhong Yi crashed into an invisible wall mid-dash, his momentum abruptly halted as he tumbled dizzily.
Then, the man behind Shen Yan raised a glowing greatsword and charged forward, bellowing "DEMACIA!"
Zhong Yi fled in disarray, thoroughly humiliated.
Pfft.
The sight made Mu Yawen, who had been sulking, burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Senior Brother, why aren’t you laughing? Isn’t this hilarious?"
......
Things weren’t any better on the bottom lane.
The enemy [Arrow of Judgment], with two kills under his belt, had two extra longswords compared to Zhou Yue.
With a [Prince of Demacia] lurking in the bushes, Zhou Yue didn’t dare step forward.
And then there was his teammate—
Zhou Qiaoling stood in the backline bushes, eyes gleaming at a half-health siege minion.
His skill allowed him to devour minions or jungle monsters to restore his own health.
"Bro, I’m hungry... I mean, I’m low on health! Can I take a bite of this minion to heal?"
"You—"
Zhou Yue’s breathing hitched.
He furiously drew his bowstring, as if trying to grind sparks out of it.
Basic attacks, [Hail of Arrows]—
He unleashed everything!
But the [Frost Archer]’s damage was pitifully low.
Zhou Qiaoling dashed out of the bushes and swallowed the siege minion whole.
"You ate both siege minions! How am I supposed to 1v3 down here?!"
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
