Just one day later, a nascent girl's soul had taken shape within Lu Ze's Cyber Soul Banner.
Judging by the intensity of this cyber soul, she must have died at least a thousand times.
At first, after a few attempts, the girl would rather die than continue.
Zhou Yue pleaded on her behalf, but Lu Ze simply said:
"Tell her that if she can endure seven consecutive days, Master Qing will live."
Zhou Yue was stunned, muttering that Lu Ze must be a demon reborn...
Yet the tactic worked. The girl fought from dawn till midnight, her cyber soul gradually becoming whole.
"Good, the resemblance is uncanny."
After evaluating the cyber soul, Lu Ze nodded in satisfaction.
Just as he had predicted, the girl's temperament closely mirrored Mathilda from The Professional.
Using her as a template would undoubtedly elevate the narrative impact within the illusion.
With that thought, Lu Ze nodded again and resumed constructing the scene.
A meticulously arranged town was already taking shape...
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
The illusion competition had garnered immense attention.
For one, this was the first formal illusion duel, and Lu Ze was a participant.
Secondly, the scandal of a Lingxiao Sect true disciple being seduced by a demonic cultivator had stirred heated debates.
On the forums, cultivators from all walks of life buzzed with opinions.
[Which sect will emerge victorious in this illusion contest?]
[Isn’t it obvious? Lu the Demon, of course!]
[Lu’s philosophy of ‘entertainment above all’ might not suit such a serious theme.]
[What’s wrong with entertainment? I’m all for it! Cultivation is exhausting enough—who wants to suffer in illusions too?]
[But Lu’s illusions rely on the same old tricks: health bars, spirit bars, and combat mechanics… If others copy them, he’ll lose his edge.]
[Hey, do you think the rumors about Lingxiao Sect’s Zhong are true?]
[Ha! Sheltering a demonic cultivator at the Demon-Slaying Assembly? She’s digging her own grave!]
[I heard the captured demonic cultivator had no choice—he didn’t willingly turn to the demonic path.]
[A demon is a demon, whether by choice or accident! Everyone has their fate, and his is to die on the execution platform!]
[Zhong’s judgment is truly clouded…]
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By the third day, the towering Illusion Tower marked "One" on the execution platform burst open with a thunderous crash.
The Qingshan Sect’s participating disciple emerged in a daze, presenting a radiant illusion crystal.
Zhang Yuxian, as if expecting this, calmly accepted the crystal and announced in a booming voice that echoed across the mountain:
"Qingshan Sect disciple Zhao Ruoshan has completed his illusion in two days!"
"Illusion title: Tale of Demon-Slaying!"
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As the first entry in the competition, Tale of Demon-Slaying immediately drew widespread attention.
Most cultivators were fans of Lu Ze’s illusions, so many entered with a critical mindset.
Yet, to their surprise, the reviews were overwhelmingly positive.
Players assumed the role of a peerless master descending the mountain to eradicate five demonic sects.
From a cultivator’s perspective, many mechanics felt familiar.
The combat skill system and parry mechanics were clearly borrowed from Naraka: Bladepoint.
Purchasing weapons and techniques from shops? Another Lu Ze innovation.
Red health bars, blue spirit bars, bosses with minions—all concepts pioneered by Lu Ze.
Stitched together, the experience was seamless.
The forums erupted with praise.
[I hereby declare Qingshan Sect the winner!]
[Two days to make something this polished? It rivals Lu the Demon’s work!]
[Rivals? Open your eyes—every design is borrowed from Lu! How shameless!]
[I always said Lu’s edge was just novelty. Now that others have caught on, he’s obsolete.]
[A blossoming of illusions is a good thing.]
[The era of illusions belonging solely to Lu is over.]
[Zhao Ruoshan’s illusion has surpassed Lu Ze’s! A bond with the Heavenly Dao is within reach!]
[Is there even any suspense left? Such quality, and finished first!]
[Do you think Lu has something hidden up his sleeve?]
[If it’s about demons, it’s just fighting—what new tricks could there be?]
[Ah, Lu the Demon’s reign is ending…]
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The fourth day, the fifth day…
One by one, cultivators emerged from their Illusion Towers, submitting their crystals.
Each participant was a prodigy from their sect, all at least late-stage Nascent Soul realm and masters of illusion and array arts.
Regardless of quality, every illusion seemed to draw inspiration from one or more of Lu Ze’s creations.
Still, Tale of Demon-Slaying remained the crowd favorite.
Time marched on.
Only the tower marked "Twelve" remained shut.
By the seventh and final day, at high noon, the last tower showed no signs of opening.
The execution platform was swarmed with spectators, murmurs rising like tide.
"Why hasn’t Lu Ze come out yet?"
"Perhaps his talent has dried up. He doesn’t know how to proceed."
"Or maybe the rumors are true—Lu’s illusions were all aided by the Heavenly Dao. Without it, he’s nothing!"
"Even if he finishes now, it’s too late. Voting begins at midnight—no one will have time to fully experience it."
"I still believe if Lu delivers, he’ll take first place."
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On the elders’ platform, Zhang Yuxian smirked at Zhao Wendao.
"Elder Zhao, it seems your sect’s new disciple will rank last again?"
"Lingxiao Sect values integrity over hollow accolades. We don’t resort to underhanded tactics for fame," Zhao Wendao retorted coldly.
"Once this incense burns out, if he still—"
Before Zhang Yuxian could finish, the twelfth Illusion Tower erupted open with a deafening crash.
The black-haired youth stepped out of the Illusion Tower and calmly tossed the Illusion Crystal in his hand toward Zhao Wendao.
"Lu Ze, disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, has completed the illusion."
"Time taken: Six days and three hours."
"The illusion's title—"
"‘This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold.’"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
