"Master, are we really going to let him... extort us like this?"
Watching the smug grin on Nine Nether Venerable's face as he strutted away, Lu Ze couldn't help but feel irritated.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Can't tell the old fox is just trying to squeeze more money out of us?"
Nangong Yuan shot Lu Ze a glare.
Earlier, Nine Nether Venerable had put on a show, pretending to leave under the pretense that "Lu Ze's illusion realm wasn't worthy of testing him."
The Lingxiao Sect had paid a hefty sum to hire him, only for him to bail halfway.
Not only would the disciples be left without a teacher, but the sect's reputation would also take a hit if word got out.
Nangong Yuan had no choice but to swallow his pride and sweeten the deal.
"Is he really the only one in the world who can do this?"
Lu Ze was skeptical.
"You don't understand, you rebellious disciple... This ghost calamity is far more unusual than before."
Nangong Yuan shook his head.
"The ghost calamity in the northern part of Xianyuan Continent—the spirits can easily pierce through the spiritual defenses of cultivators of the same rank, directly affecting their minds..."
"At best, it causes trembling legs and overwhelming fear. At worst, it drives them mad, turning them into prey for the ghosts."
"Those above the Nascent Soul stage aren't at risk... since there aren't any ghosts that powerful. But for Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples, we can't afford to be careless!"
At this point, Nangong Yuan sighed.
For elders like them, dealing with ghosts was a matter of brute force.
Psychological torment?
Just slap it away.
But such methods couldn't be taught to low-level disciples.
Nine Nether Venerable, however, was different.
He had started his path by hunting ghosts as a mortal, so he had genuine expertise in dealing with spirits.
The Lingxiao Sect had specifically hired him because of his ability to face ghosts fearlessly, even as a mortal.
At the very least, their disciples wouldn't be paralyzed by terror when encountering those special ghosts.
"So... we hired him to make the disciples unafraid of ghosts?"
Lu Ze mused.
Nangong Yuan nodded. "Exactly."
"Well then..."
A sly grin spread across Lu Ze's face.
"The illusion realm I made might be able to do the same."
He thought back to his past life.
The newbies who had once trembled at the thought of entering a haunted house had ended up throwing dance parties inside one.
"Really?"
Nangong Yuan was surprised.
He had full faith in Lu Ze's illusion realms, which were always full of devious tricks.
"Really."
Seeing Lu Ze's confirmation, Nangong Yuan gazed thoughtfully at the door.
"In that case... Nine Nether Venerable's payment terms might need some adjustments..."
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......
Nine Nether Venerable began his lectures at the Lingxiao Sect.
With the ghost calamity spreading panic across Xianyuan, the disciples' enthusiasm for learning ghost-related techniques was unusually high.
As more and more cultivators flocked to his classes, Nine Nether Venerable grew smug.
'So much for a prestigious sect. Pathetic.'
He recalled the two payment options Nangong Yuan had recently presented him.
The first was the original lump sum they had agreed upon.
The second was a performance-based model—payment scaled according to the number of attending disciples and the curriculum completed.
Nine Nether Venerable hadn't hesitated to choose the latter.
At the rates Nangong Yuan offered, he could easily double his original earnings!
"Heh, if I just split the original course into smaller parts... I could even triple it!"
Nine Nether Venerable gleefully calculated.
The practical combat training he had prepared was now stashed away.
Instead, he only summoned a few weak, harmless ghosts for the students to observe.
The real malevolent spirits?
He was saving those for the final exam, to squeeze more money out of the Lingxiao Sect.
The second payment plan had an additional clause:
At the end of the course, he would administer a ghost-related examination.
If the pass rate fell below 50%, it would mean the students hadn't learned enough—and the Lingxiao Sect would have to pay the maximum fee!
Those terrifying ghosts were his trump card to ensure failure.
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At the same time, Lu Ze's new illusion realm went live.
A massive pop-up ad appeared in the most popular game, Immortal-Demon War:
[New Illusion Realm: Ghost Fear Village Released!]
[A cursed hamlet, plagued by death. Ghosts and demons lurk in every shadow...]
"As a cultivator... are you afraid of ghosts?"
The brief description instantly sparked the cultivators' competitive spirit.
On the Lingxiao Sect forums, discussions about Ghost Fear Village erupted.
[A ghost-themed illusion realm? Lu the Trickster really stays on top of trends.]
[Hah! After three lessons with Master Nine Nether, Junior Lu's illusion won't even faze me.]
[Seriously? You're asking a Nascent Soul cultivator if they're scared of ghosts??]
[What if your spiritual power is sealed?]
[No way I'd be scared...]
[Even if you break my legs and throw me into a ghost den, you won't hear me say "scared" today!]
[Maybe it's just to help us get used to ghosts? Master Nine Nether's course has an exam, right?]
[I have a feeling Lu the Trickster isn't that benevolent...]
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Thunder Peak, Qingyun Pavilion.
As a die-hard fan of illusion realm games, Zhong Yi gathered his squad the moment Lu Ze's new release dropped.
A year ago, Qingyun Pavilion had been filled with cultivation manuals, scriptures, talismans, and magical artifacts...
Now?
The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by a massive illusion tower.
Rumored to have been custom-built by Elder Nangong at great expense, it offered an unparalleled immersive experience.
It had practically become a pilgrimage site for illusion realm enthusiasts.
"A ghost-themed illusion realm? Sounds kinda boring."
Zhou Yue scoffed.
He was in the middle of a ranked match in Immortal-Demon War, riding a hot streak and reluctant to stop.
"But playing ten rounds gives you a free skin..."
Zhou Qiaoling's eyes sparkled as she read the fine print—Immortal-Demon War and Ghost Fear Village were running a crossover event.
Ten games, and you could pick any skin from the Phantom Haunt series—including her favorite, Zyra.
The first hundred players to unlock the Ghostbuster achievement would even get an exclusive limited-edition skin!
"Old Zhou, do you really think Junior Lu's illusion realms could be boring?"
Zhong Yi patted Zhou Yue's shoulder with a knowing grin.
"Unless... you're scared of ghosts?"
"Me? Scared? Fine! Let’s go in right now, and we’ll see who’s scared!"
Zhou Yue instantly flared up.
Zhou Qiaoling: "Big bro, I’m scared of you being a sore loser..."
"..."
"I’m playing! Junior Lu actually thinks I’d be scared of ghosts? Unacceptable!!"
Mu Yawen was the most eager, diving straight into the illusion realm with her spiritual sense.
The other three followed without another word.
Inside the illusion, darkness enveloped them.
Then—
A grotesque, blood-red eye suddenly snapped open in the void.
"...Is Junior Lu really resorting to cheap mortal tricks like this?"
Zhong Yi was utterly unimpressed.
The eye blinked shut, and the words Ghost Fear Village flashed across the darkness.
Then, Zhong Yi found himself standing in a cozy little cottage.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”