Zhong Yi immediately entered the illusionary realm.
"Plants vs. Zombies? What the hell?"
Staring at the suddenly appearing artistic font in the space, he was utterly baffled.
While playing Demon Sect Escape, Zhong Yi had already found it strange.
None of the Lingxiao Sect's illusionary trials were like Lu Ze's, where each one had a specially crafted name.
And this name had to flash prominently at the very beginning.
"Another illusion where the name alone gives no clue about its content..."
Zhong Yi sighed.
The font disappeared, and a massive tombstone appeared before him.
On the tombstone were four squares.
The first square read: Adventure Mode.
The remaining three were grayed-out question marks.
Behind the tombstone stretched hundreds of meters, revealing a farmhouse and a patch of farmland.
"Is this... the main menu?"
Zhong Yi muttered to himself, rubbing his chin.
After being exposed to Demon Sect Escape once, the Lingxiao Sect disciples had grown quite accustomed to strange terminology.
Zhong Yi was sharp—he quickly realized he could use his spiritual sense to select the squares on the tombstone.
He locked onto Adventure Mode and prepared to enter.
Suddenly, a green, rotting hand emerged from the soil in front of the tombstone, followed by a comical, eerie growl.
"...Junior Brother Lu really has a twisted sense of humor."
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Zhong Yi entered the game.
The scene shifted.
His body now floated midair.
Zhong Yi twisted slightly, finding his movements surprisingly agile—he could fly freely through the sky.
Below him lay an uncultivated wasteland.
Not far beyond the wasteland, a group of green, rotting zombies shambled about, waving their arms menacingly.
"These zombies look so weird... why do they seem so dopey?"
Zhong Yi couldn't help but comment.
People in this world naturally had no concept of cartoonish versus realistic art styles.
He just found the zombies inexplicably amusing.
"Could it be that the trial this time is about slashing these zombies from the sky with my sword? That seems way too easy..."
Zhong Yi muttered to himself.
Just then, a few lines of text slowly drifted across the sky:
[You are an ordinary farmer with generations of farming heritage—and decent swordsmanship.]
[Recently, you discovered that your farmland, nourished by spiritual energy, has gradually transformed into spirit fields.]
[From the sky, fruits and plants will continuously fall. If they land on the spirit fields, they will damage them.]
[To protect your spirit fields, you must use your sword to clear the falling produce from the air.]
As soon as the introduction ended, fruits began flying through the sky nonstop.
Though Zhong Yi's swordsmanship wasn't exceptional, that was only by comparison.
A challenge of this difficulty was child's play for him.
With a single slash, apples, watermelons, and bananas all burst into pulp, accompanied by crisp, satisfying sounds.
"This illusion... seems a bit too ordinary."
Zhong Yi frowned slightly, feeling a pang of disappointment.
Slicing fruits with a sword wasn't anything new—many similar training exercises existed in illusionary trials.
He had seen it all, from cutting tofu to splitting strands of hair.
The only unique aspects were the crisp sound effects and the juicy explosions, which were admittedly satisfying.
But none of this was enough to convince Zhong Yi that Lu Ze's new illusion was anything special.
His brows furrowed deeper:
"Looks like Brother Lu is in serious trouble this time..."
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In the square.
Nearly all the disciples had immersed their consciousnesses in the illusion, leaving only a few elders seated in the center.
With control over the Illusionary Tower, they could observe the disciples' training scenes at any time.
Images were projected midair through a disc-shaped terminal.
At this moment, the disciples had just entered the illusion.
Watching them either staring blankly at the floating text or swinging their swords vigorously to cut fruits,
the elders' expressions grew peculiar.
"Elder Liu, as the master of Inquiry Sword Peak, you're the authority on swordsmanship."
"In your expert opinion, how would you rate this illusion?"
As the event's organizer, Ding Mingcang was the first to speak.
"Subpar."
Liu Qingmei delivered her verdict bluntly, her tone laced with clear disapproval.
"Subpar? More like child's play! What kind of training is slicing fruits?"
Lin Qingxuan, the hot-tempered third elder of Danqing Peak, immediately snapped.
"How could this possibly come from the same person who made Demon Sect Escape? What a waste of our disciples' time!"
With that, Lin Qingxuan stood up abruptly. "I have matters to attend to. Excuse me!"
The other elders also shook their heads and sighed, evidently unimpressed with Lu Ze's illusion.
Their initial anticipation had now turned into profound disappointment.
One by one, the elders made excuses and left.
Only Grand Elder Zhao Wendao remained, staring intently at one disciple's illusionary scene, lost in thought.
Ding Mingcang, meanwhile, was in high spirits.
"I thought this kid had something up his sleeve, but he came up with this in just a month?"
"Our esteemed Lingxiao Sect disciples enter an illusionary trial—just to slice fruits?"
"What a joke!"
He sneered as he glanced at Lu Ze.
Ding Mingcang was certain he had won this round.
Given the current spectacle, Lu Ze must have run out of ideas!
Daring to present something as trivial as fruit-slicing?
Even the most basic martial arts sects in the streets had far more intricate sword training than this!
Ding Mingcang smirked coldly at Lu Ze:
"Let's see who can save you now!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
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."
