Artifact Refining Pavilion.
Inside the tower where Lu Ze resided.
"No good, this is still too dull."
Lu Ze withdrew from the illusion he had just crafted, frowning in deep thought.
The process of creating the game these past few days had not gone smoothly.
While the game's theme had been decided, the question of which game to adapt for this world remained unresolved.
After determining that combat should be avoided,
Lu Ze's first thought was Fruit Ninja.
Memories of his past life—using his finger as a "sword" to slice countless fruits—flashed vividly in his mind.
The crisp sound effects, the explosion of fruit pulp—it was incredibly satisfying.
In the early days of mobile gaming, Fruit Ninja had dominated the scene.
Simple, soothing, addictive.
On the very first day, Lu Ze transplanted Fruit Ninja into the illusion tower.
But after a few rounds of testing, he was unsatisfied.
Random fruits appearing in midair, only for players to slash them apart—this spectacle lacked the impact it once had when smartphones were first introduced.
Moreover,
the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect had far more extravagant ways of practicing their swordsmanship.
What was so special about cutting a few fruits?
Even after increasing the difficulty, it still didn’t feel right.
He then tried replacing the fruits with attacking demons.
But that just made it indistinguishable from the standard sword-training illusions within the sect.
Lu Ze experimented with common level designs—upgrading weapons, unlocking skills, or introducing monster mechanics and weaknesses…
Yet no matter what he tried, something always felt missing.
The main issue was that cultivators' martial training was simply too flashy.
Without some truly ingenious design, it was unlikely to surpass the appeal of Demon Sect Escape.
Alternatively, he could expand the game world, relying on gameplay and worldbuilding to stand out.
Unfortunately, given Lu Ze’s current cultivation level—barely at the Foundation Establishment stage—the size of the illusions he could create was severely limited.
Otherwise, he could’ve just imported something like Sekiro or Nioh and let those who loved swordplay indulge to their heart’s content.
With such constraints on the illusion’s scope, he had no choice but to focus on creativity.
Lu Ze stared at the Fruit Ninja-inspired illusion, deep in thought.
"No matter how I design it, the core always comes back to swinging a sword."
"And once swords are involved, it inevitably becomes a combat theme."
"If it’s combat, how can it stand apart from the sect’s training illusions…?"
He muttered to himself, trapped in what seemed like an endless loop.
This wasn’t his past life.
Back then, games didn’t need much depth—just flashy visuals and satisfying combat feedback to achieve decent success.
But for cultivators, what was the point of combat?
The special effects of games from his previous world could hardly compare to the awe-inspiring duels between immortal experts.
"Then…"
"What if the purpose of swinging a sword wasn’t for combat?"
Lu Ze narrowed his eyes, searching for the one path forward in a maze of dead ends.
How could he design something that would keep disciples swinging their swords?
There had to be a driving force.
There had to be something that could only be achieved by swinging a sword.
Lost in thought, Lu Ze absentmindedly slashed the air.
A careless swing missed a single apple.
The fruit fell to the ground and vanished.
"Wait…"
Like Newton struck by the falling apple, inspiration suddenly struck.
An apple disappearing upon hitting the ground defied logic.
What if, instead of vanishing, it…
grew into something?
This whimsical idea ignited Lu Ze’s imagination.
He immediately modified the illusion.
He deepened the space below, elevating the player’s position high above.
The ground became soft, fertile soil.
"Again!"
Fruits rained from the sky.
Lu Ze executed a Z-shaped slash, reducing most to pulp.
Only one non-fruit plant was spared—a sunflower.
It landed in the soil.
In an instant, it took root.
And sprouted into a smiling sunflower.
Lu Ze grinned.
He had solved the puzzle.
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
