"Junior Brother Lu, you finally came out... You weren’t replying, and your senior brother here is a rough man who couldn’t help much. I was getting really worried."
Seeing Lu Ze leisurely descending from the Demon-Slaying Platform, Zhou Yue and Mu Yawen hurriedly ushered him away.
"What, afraid I’d lose?"
Lu Ze found it amusing.
On the third day of the competition, Zhou Yue had bombarded him with messages.
At the time, he had been busy crafting an illusionary realm and hadn’t checked them until just now.
The gist was an angry rant about how the Qingshan Sect had shamelessly copied his ideas, warning him not to let his guard down because their illusionary realm was indeed of decent quality.
"Not exactly..."
Zhou Yue’s face reddened slightly—he had worried about that.
"Relax, even if I went easy on them, that knockoff wouldn’t stand a chance."
Lu Ze shook his head with a laugh.
Zhou Yue was surprised. "You’ve played it?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"Before submitting my illusionary crystal."
After finishing his own illusionary realm, Lu Ze had finally checked Zhou Yue’s messages and casually downloaded The Demon-Slaying Chronicles from the Heavenly Dao Network.
Three minutes in, he’d already seen through it.
From the perspective of a player in his past life, it was like a shoddy Dynasty Warriors knockoff.
The hack-and-slash experience was lacking, character equipment and skill progression was poorly balanced, and the boss designs were crude...
They’d copied the surface but missed the core of what made the gameplay satisfying.
Compared to his own creation, it was worlds apart.
"Junior Brother Lu, you said this illusionary realm could help Senior Brother Zhong... Can it really?"
Mu Yawen couldn’t hold back her impatience, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Senior Brother Zhong... got locked up?"
Lu Ze glanced around, noticing Zhong Yi’s absence.
"Yeah."
Zhou Yue nodded gravely.
"The rumors are getting out of hand. To protect him, the Grand Elder ordered him to reflect in Reflection Valley for now."
"I see..."
Lu Ze nodded, then flashed a confident smile.
"Don’t worry. This illusionary realm will help him."
"How?"
Mu Yawen pressed eagerly.
Lu Ze patted her shoulder with a grin.
"Once he clears it, Senior Brother Zhong won’t be alone anymore."
......
Lingxiao Sect, Forbidden Grounds—Reflection Valley.
At the foot of a harsh, windswept cliff, Zhong Yi sat cross-legged in plain white robes, eyes shut, sealed within a spirit-suppressing formation.
Ever since the rumors of "a Lingxiao Sect disciple bewitched by a demonic cultivator" had spiraled out of control, Zhao Wendao had sentenced him to this place for solitary reflection.
He knew Zhao Wendao wasn’t truly punishing him—this was preemptive, to keep other sects from exploiting the situation with harsher demands.
Yet Zhong Yi’s mind was restless.
After witnessing the memories of that girl and the young man, his Dao heart no longer felt steady.
Suddenly, the spirit-sealing formation weakened slightly.
Zhong Yi opened his eyes and looked up to meet Zhao Wendao’s gaze.
"Ah..."
Zhao Wendao sighed.
No one understood Zhong Yi’s temperament better than him.
He believed Zhong Yi’s claim that the demonic cultivator had never committed atrocities.
But he also knew the demonic cultivator’s fatal flaw—he was a demonic cultivator.
That was the unshakable "righteous path" of their era.
No one could defy it.
Zhao Wendao pulled an illusionary tower from his sleeve and tossed it to Zhong Yi.
"The illusionary realm competition’s voting begins at midnight tonight... Consider your punishment postponed for now."
Zhong Yi caught it eagerly. "This disciple thanks his master!"
......
Once Zhao Wendao left, Zhong Yi wasted no time entering the illusionary realm.
The illusionary crystal had already been loaded inside, revealing twelve new realms.
"The Demon-Slaying Chronicles? Pfft—such crude design, the backgrounds are just plants... A blatant, clumsy copy of Junior Brother Lu’s work!"
"Guardian Immortal Sect? What even is this... A shameless Plants vs. Zombies rip-off?!"
"Righteous and Demonic? Ugh, the art style... Just bury it already!"
......
As a die-hard fan of Lu Ze’s creations, Zhong Yi immediately tore into each illusionary realm with razor-sharp critiques.
A single glance was enough to judge their quality.
"This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold?"
The name made Zhong Yi’s eyebrows shoot up, a grin spreading across his face.
"Such a weird title—has Junior Brother Lu written all over it. Let’s go!"
He channeled his spiritual sense and plunged into This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold.
The first thing he saw was a cinematic sequence.
A young man with round black sunglasses sat in a secluded corner of a tavern.
Before him steamed a cup of hot goat’s milk.
"A demonic cultivator?"
Zhong Yi frowned, instantly sensing something off.
Even in this illusory scene, Lu Ze had deliberately infused the young man with the unmistakable aura of a demonic cultivator.
"A demonic cultivator who drinks goat’s milk? Weirdly intriguing..."
Zhong Yi chuckled, already hooked.
Across from the young man sat a portly middle-aged man puffing on a pipe.
"Li Ang."
The man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and addressed the youth.
"Let’s talk business..."
......
The setup was simple.
The fat man was assigning Li Ang, the demonic cultivator, an assassination mission.
No lengthy exposition—just lighting, atmosphere, and camera work that instantly conveyed Li Ang’s seasoned professionalism.
And his identity as a demonic cultivator.
Once Li Ang accepted the mission, the scene faded.
Zhong Yi’s consciousness shifted—he was now inside Li Ang’s body.
Lines of text appeared before him:
[In this illusionary realm, you will assume the role of "Li Ang."]
[Every action will be scored (positive for staying in character, negative for deviations).]
[If your score falls below 80, certain actions may be restricted.]
[Below 50, dangerous events will trigger.]
[At 0, the realm ends in failure.]
......
[Strive to stay in character and complete the story!]
[Current Mission:]
[Eliminate the vile criminal, Zhang San.]
[Reward: 100 copper coins.]
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
