"Junior Brother Mu, run!" Zhong Yi shouted with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
He had no doubt that if he didn’t remind him, the straightforward Mu Yawen would assume he had mistimed his attempt to disarm their opponent and would stubbornly keep testing his luck.
"Oh!"
Mu Yawen, dazed from being knocked flat, scrambled to his feet in a flurry of limbs, ready to bolt.
"Trying to run?"
Chu Feiyu wore the smug grin of a petty villain who had gained the upper hand.
Now armed with a spear and facing three unarmed fools, he was practically toying with them.
Mu Yawen wanted to flee.
But every strike from the spear sent him into an uncontrollable stagger, making escape impossible.
"Blue aura, charged attack..."
Zhong Yi stood at a distance, carefully analyzing the scene of Mu Yawen being relentlessly pursued, muttering to himself.
When Chu Feiyu had sent Mu Yawen flying, there had been a noticeable pause, blue energy gathering around his body—a clear sign of a "charged attack," just as the tutorial had described.
Now, without any aura, his strikes were merely "basic attacks."
"Senior Brother, what are you mumbling about?! I’m about to die here!!"
Mu Yawen wailed, his face a picture of misery as the spear lashed at him relentlessly. His health bar was already more than halfway depleted.
"Junior Brother Mu! When you see him flash blue, parry him!"
Recalling the tutorial’s instructions, Zhong Yi yelled.
"Parry… parry!?"
Mu Yawen’s eyes lit up.
He finally remembered the tutorial’s lesson—when an opponent used a charged attack, a well-timed parry could disarm them.
Just then, Chu Feiyu’s spear finished its fourth strike, the fifth about to land.
Blue energy surged behind Mu Yawen.
"Parry this!"
Without hesitation, Mu Yawen channeled energy within his body.
Yet… nothing happened.
The spear, glowing blue, sent him flying once more, his health bar teetering on the brink of emptiness.
"Uh… seems you can’t parry barehanded…"
Zhong Yi stood frozen, having just learned a painful new lesson.
"Hahaha! Prepare to die!"
Chu Feiyu laughed triumphantly.
But then, an instinctive sense of unease prickled at him.
A surge of blue energy flickered behind him!
"Ambush!? Parry this!!"
Chu Feiyu was no slouch—he was a well-known expert in the Illusory Realm, with reflexes and skills to match.
With blue energy practically blinding him and Zhong Yi’s earlier advice fresh in his mind, how could he not react?
In the blink of an eye, he gripped his spear with both hands, red light erupting from his core and enveloping his body.
The next moment, a straw sandal slammed into his face, sending him flying.
"What’re you trying to parry? My sandal??"
Zhou Yue shook his raised foot, stifling a laugh.
While Chu Feiyu had been fixated on Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen, he had circled behind him and delivered a charged kick.
Who knew one hit would send him soaring?
He pulled Mu Yawen up from the ground. "Junior Brother Mu, let’s go!"
Zhou Yue wasn’t foolish enough to face a spear barehanded. With their ambush successful, retreat was the wisest move.
"Senior Brother Zhong, why does he have a weapon?!"
Mu Yawen asked, bewildered.
"Did you forget the tutorial? Loot piles! He must’ve found it in one after entering a building!"
Zhong Yi spoke with certainty, his gaze locking onto a row of small houses ahead.
They were in the western slums of Tianren City, where scattered dwellings stood haphazardly.
"Don’t you dare run!!"
Chu Feiyu’s furious voice echoed behind them.
Zhong Yi made a quick decision. "We’ll split up and search! Whoever finds a weapon comes back to help!"
"Got it!"
The three moved as one, darting into the buildings and scattering in different directions.
By now, many players had already infiltrated Tianren City.
The chaotic sound of footsteps filled the air, making Zhou Yue’s heart race.
He pushed open the first door—only to find someone already rummaging through a loot pile inside.
"My bad."
Zhou Yue politely closed the door and hurried to the next.
Of course, another occupant.
This one already had a sword in hand.
He retreated again, tried another.
This time, two unarmed players were locked in a fierce brawl.
……
Finally, at a small courtyard in the center, he found no signs of prior visitors.
But the moment he stepped in, another player—Taoist Wanzi—burst through a window on the opposite side.
The two froze, staring at each other, then made the same decision:
Turn and run.
They sprinted down opposite corridors, each racing for loot.
"Ha! Lucky find!"
Zhou Yue’s eyes gleamed at the sight of a faintly glowing loot pile ahead.
He swiped his hand over it, dispersing the light and revealing scattered items.
"Weapon box, weapon box, armor powder… damn! No weapon!"
Cursing, he didn’t linger, rushing forward.
At the stairs, another blue loot pile awaited.
Another swipe.
White light spilled across the ground.
"Armor!? Haha, finally!"
Slipping it on, he watched as a gray-white armor bar appeared above his health bar, filling him with relief.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he vaulted onto the second floor.
The moment he stepped onto the landing, a golden glow nearly blinded him.
"Holy—! A legendary drop!!!"
Zhou Yue’s excited roar echoed through the room.
Any veteran of the Luze Illusory Realm knew the hierarchy of colors and rarities.
This was a principle established in classics like "Escape from the Demon Sect" and "Three Kingdoms Slayer."
Gold meant an item was exceptionally rare, top-tier!
Above it, only the even rarer red-tier existed.
"Old Zhong, just wait till I come back to save you all! Hahaha!"
Laughing, Zhou Yue reached for the golden loot pile.
A radiant golden light flooded the room.
"No way! A blue weapon!!!"
His eyes sparkled at the sight of a gleaming blue sword.
After all, he’d seen Chu Feiyu pick up a white spear earlier—and that alone had chased three of them around.
How powerful would a blue weapon be?
But when he grabbed the sword, his excitement deflated.
The sword was white.
It had merely overlapped with a blue grappling hook, creating the illusion of higher quality.
"White… eh, better than nothing."
Zhou Yue quickly adjusted his expectations.
Compared to past misfortunes, finding a golden loot pile and walking away with something was already a win.
"Time for a first kill!"
With the sword in hand, his confidence surged. He leaped from the second floor, intent on hunting down Taoist Wanzi.
Taoist Wanzi, however, had only just reached the stairway at a leisurely pace.
"Slow much? Prepare to—huh?"
Zhou Yue’s taunt died halfway as he froze in disbelief.
Above Taoist Wanzi’s health bar was a gleaming golden bar.
And the greatsword in his hand…
Pulsed with a faint golden aura.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
