“Sect Leader!?”
Jiang Lingfeng’s eyes widened as he looked up at the sky, filled with ecstatic joy.
The newcomer was none other than Wei Chengfeng, the current Sect Leader of the Infinite Sword Sect.
Wei Chengfeng cast a cold glance at Jiang Lingfeng but said nothing.
His intervention was by no means out of any fondness for Jiang Lingfeng.
Simply put, this matter had escalated too far.
An elder of the sect, a Refining Void Realm expert specializing in illusion formations, had been ruthlessly slain by a newly promoted true disciple at the Nascent Soul stage using overwhelming force...
If this got out, what kind of precedent would it set?
Therefore, Jiang Lingfeng must not die.
Not even within the illusion.
Sometimes, occupying the position of a sect leader meant you had to protect your own, no matter what.
At this moment, the barrage of comments in Lu Ze’s livestream exploded once again.
【Whoa, the Sect Leader actually showed up!】
【If you ask me, just give the Sect Leader some face already.】
【You can’t not. Even if it’s just an illusion, Old Demon Lu can’t possibly be a match for the Sect Leader...】
【I’ll tip a Ten Thousand Sword Return, can the streamer show us a live hand-tearing of the Sect Leader?】
【If you tip a Ten Thousand Sword Return, the streamer might have to eat two of those...】
...
Staring at Wei Chengfeng before him, Lu Ze frowned slightly.
A Consolidated Realm cultivator.
An opponent far beyond the usual rank.
In this kind of free combat illusion, even with the advantage of the Illusion Dao, Lu Ze could not hope to last a single exchange against him.
Of course, he was not afraid.
First, because he was in the right in this matter.
Second...
Behind him stood an even more extraordinary figure.
“Spare him where you can?”
Lu Ze sneered coldly, pointing at Jiang Lingfeng.
“When he was wreaking havoc in a junior’s illusion, did he ever consider sparing others?”
“An illusion is just an illusion; this is different.”
Wei Chengfeng shook his head.
He had always believed illusions were merely a tool of amusement.
He could never treat Jiang Lingfeng like some demon just because he had slain a few cultivators inside an illusion.
Lu Ze snorted coldly. “If it’s different, then let me kill this old dog.”
Wei Chengfeng’s brow furrowed deeply, his expression darkened. “Elder Jiang cannot die.”
A surge of spiritual energy rose behind Lu Ze, his eyes icy cold. “He must die today.”
“...”
Wei Chengfeng’s face immediately turned grim.
This was no longer a personal grudge; it was a matter of the Infinite Sword Sect’s reputation.
“Lu, young friend...”
Behind Wei Chengfeng, countless sword and blade phantoms flickered in and out, a fierce sword aura enveloping the entire illusion.
“In the future, I, Wei, will personally visit and apologize face to face to Sect Leader Huang.”
With that, the phantom swords behind him solidified.
Thousands upon thousands of blades surged forward, slashing straight at Lu Ze!
The livestream chat exploded instantly.
【Holy crap! He really went all out!!】
【Damn, the real Ten Thousand Sword Return has arrived...】
【Fellow Daoists, let’s send off Ten Thousand Sword Return for Old Demon Lu!】
【To die under the Sect Leader’s sword, no regrets.】
【One battle to fame!】
【Wait... why didn’t the kill notification pop up in the top right??】
【Is Old Demon Lu still sweating it out?】
【Damn!! Old Demon Lu didn’t die!!!】
...
Countless attacks rained down.
Wei Chengfeng couldn’t help but frown.
Even within the illusion, he could clearly feel that something had blocked his previous strike.
As the smoke cleared,
Two enormous golden palms firmly shielded Lu Ze’s front.
No matter how many tens of thousands of sword and blade strikes rained down, not a single scratch was left behind. Instead, it seemed eager for a fight.
“Who is this mighty expert!?”
Wei Chengfeng gasped sharply.
Such skill...
was not inferior to his own!
This time, he gave his all—one hundred percent focus—as countless sword formations condensed around him.
At the same moment, a strange, deep, and enormous eye appeared in the sky.
Wei Chengfeng’s figure suddenly froze.
An overwhelming pressure crashed against his soul like a tidal wave.
A long-forgotten fear surged from the depths of Wei Chengfeng’s spirit.
Before he could think further, Wei Chengfeng instinctively unleashed a powerful spiritual energy, causing the entire illusionary space to tremble violently.
The enormous, sinister eye in the sky suddenly curved like a slender crescent moon.
“Mortal...”
“Die!”
Two golden palms swelled to several times their size and slammed down like the weight of Mount Tai.
The tens of thousands of swords and blades forged from spiritual energy shattered one by one.
【??? has slain Jiang Lingfeng】
【??? has slain Du Cheng】
【??? has slain Wei Chengfeng】
【??? has slain the genius cultivator】
【??? has slain Unbreakable】
...
Countless kill notifications flooded the upper right corner of the screen.
Then,
the entire illusionary space could no longer hold and collapsed into fragments...
...
A brief collapse, then reconstruction.
The illusionary world was restored under the repair of the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao.
“Refreshing, truly refreshing!”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao shook its head, still savoring the moment.
Encountering a mortal who struggled even a little made it all the more satisfying to strike.
“Such a pity, such a pity...”
Lu Ze shook his head regretfully.
In his heart, he lamented that Wei Chengfeng’s head was not taken by himself, losing a considerable amount of demonic merit.
At the same time, the panicked Wei Chengfeng logged back in, and upon seeing the pale golden silhouette standing beside Lu Ze, he hurriedly bowed deeply.
At his realm, he could vaguely sense the presence of the Heavenly Dao.
That attack just now had clearly contained the genuine power of the Heavenly Dao.
Seeing this scene, Lu Ze immediately grinned.
“I still prefer it when you said you wanted to pay a visit to the Lingxiao Sect...”
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."
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
