This Illusion Is a Bit Too Ordinary

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!"