"Jiang... Lord Jiang, what should we do when these people are so eager to throw their lives away?"
"Then let them die!"
Jiang Lingfeng sneered, openly activating the public voice channel as he arrogantly glared at the other cultivators aboard the spirit vessel.
"I've spent decades, even centuries, in bitter cultivation—not to debate fairness with a bunch of worthless rogue cultivators..."
"A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, daring to suppress my realm? Hah, what a joke!"
"Fairness? My cultivation is fairness!"
"Today, not a single one of you will leave Tianren City alive!"
"Here, I am the Immortal!!"
Hearing these words, Zhong Yi's fury burned even hotter. He slammed the table and rose to his feet. "What kind of damned immortal are you? If you truly are one, you're nothing but a vile fiend! And we... slay immortals like you!!"
His declaration ignited the remaining hesitant cultivators, who roared in unison.
"Right! Slay the immortal!!"
"Damn it, let's blow him to hell!!"
"From now on, Tianren City will be called the Immortal's Grave!!"
"Slay the immortal! We slay immortals!!!"
More and more cultivators rallied to Zhong Yi's call.
The moment the spirit vessel passed over Tianren City,
nearly all 99 players aboard leaped down!
Countless figures plummeted through the vast sky, a breathtaking spectacle.
Zhong Yi surveyed the scene and shouted,
"Fellow Daoists, do not engage this vile cultivator head-on!"
"Open terrain puts us at a disadvantage. Land and seek cover in the complex urban areas first. Gather equipment and tools, then fight together!"
"Those landing in the east, regroup at the Immortal Shrine!!!"
Under Zhong Yi's leadership, six squads assembled around him, all awaiting his command.
"Old Zhong, how do we fight this battle?" Zhou Yue asked.
Zhong Yi's lack of combat skill was well-known,
but no one doubted his tactical genius.
"To keep it short... we need three types of people right now."
Zhong Yi took a deep breath and began rapid-fire orders.
"First... resources."
"High-tier weapons, high-tier armor, high-tier soul jades..."
"And grappling hooks—the more, the better."
His gaze then settled on Zhou Qiaoling from Li Moran's squad, and his expression eased slightly.
In Lu Ze's past life, she'd have been a top-tier treasure hunter.
"With Junior Sister Qiaoling here, this task falls to you!"
"Me...?" Zhou Qiaoling hesitated briefly before steeling herself under the determined gazes around her. "Alright! I'll do it!"
"Next, combat."
Zhong Yi glanced at Zhou Yue beside him, then at Li Moran standing protectively in front of Zhou Qiaoling, and exhaled in relief.
"With Old Zhou and Junior Sister Li here, the heavens favor us."
"All frontline fighters and Tianhai players, assemble..."
"And the Hú Táo players, come too."
"We're heading to the Tianren Shrine... to farm rage!"
This was the most critical part of Zhong Yi's "Slay the Immortal" plan.
Who was the deadliest threat outside?
The vile cultivator Tianhai after his transformation into the Vajra Buddha.
Once he assumed that form, ordinary blades would struggle to harm him, and anyone caught in his grip would perish instantly!
Worse, this cheat-enabled Vajra Buddha had a near-perfect capture rate.
They needed shields—players to block the golden palms and buy time.
Thus, Tianhai players had to transform.
The faster, the better!
In Naraka: Bladepoint, ultimate abilities required rage, which only accumulated through dealing or taking damage.
Without exploits, they'd never generate enough rage before dying.
So, trading blows with healers was their only option.
"Senior Brother Zhong, what about me?" Mu Yawen scratched his head curiously.
"Your mission is the most perilous..."
Zhong Yi solemnly gripped Mu Yawen's shoulder.
"Form a vanguard squad and buy us time to gather gear and rage—even if it costs your lives!"
This was the hardest task.
Mortal bodies versus cheaters?
The outcome was obvious.
But sacrifices had to be made.
The two vile cultivators outside knew Zhong Yi's group was scheming and were closing in fast.
Their squad had landed at Tianren Bridge and was advancing eastward.
Kill notifications flooded the upper-right corner.
The player count was plummeting.
"Leave it to me!"
Mu Yawen grinned, flashing white teeth.
He casually picked up a white-tier armor and a blue-tier greatsword, then strode outside.
A dozen cultivators followed without hesitation.
Zhong Yi watched the vanguard squad depart, his mind momentarily adrift.
His eyes burned with urgency as his rage bar slowly filled.
"Faster..."
"Just a little faster..."
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Beneath Tianren Bridge, in the valley,
corpses littered the ground.
Black soul tombstones dotted the landscape.
Shattered weapons lay scattered everywhere.
Mu Yawen stood defiant, his eyes bloodshot, gripping a broken blue greatsword with zero durability.
Behind him, Li Jiujian stood bare-handed, glaring furiously.
"Hahaha... Elder of the Infinite Sword Sect, elite disciple of the Lingxiao Sect..."
"You've cultivated for decades, centuries, yet you stoop to stand with rogue cultivators? This is what you deserve!"
Jiang Lingfeng laughed maniacally.
He recognized Mu Yawen and Li Jiujian and deliberately spared them for humiliation.
"Watching you cower in the Immortal Shrine, only to send these trash to die?" Du Cheng taunted.
"We never planned to return," Mu Yawen spat through gritted teeth.
His only regret was that his brothers had already fallen.
"Those hiding won't return either."
Du Cheng pointed toward the distant shrine, then extended a golden rune-etched arm into thin air.
A Hú Táo player materialized in his grasp.
He smirked at Mu Yawen as if observing an insect.
"No."
Mu Yawen raised his shattered greatsword.
Its ruined frame groaned in protest.
"Senior Brother Zhong said we'd win."
"Pathetic ant—perish!"
Du Cheng snorted, impatient, and reached to crush Mu Yawen.
Then—
Two golden runic arms shot from opposite ends of the valley, slamming into Du Cheng.
One fist sent him stumbling back.
A hail of arrows rained down on the weak spot at the back of his neck.
"Junior Brother Mu!"
Zhong Yi, now in Vajra Buddha form, exhaled in relief.
"I'm late."
"Senior Brother Zhong!!"
Mu Yawen's heart leaped—then he frowned.
"Did... your punch just miss?"
"Ahem, details don't matter..."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down 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."
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.
