When designing "This Demon Cultivator is Not Too Cold", Lu Ze added some truly "malicious" elements.
During every interaction Su Di'er had with "Li Ang", she would leave behind special, subtle memory triggers tailored to his style.
For example, a secretly written diary, a drawing hidden inside a doll, or a gift bought with money she saved up for "Li Ang"...
As the plot progressed, these details would always be "inadvertently" discovered by the players, like hidden Easter eggs.
Most players would smile from the bottom of their hearts.
When the story neared its end and Su Di'er blocked that fatal sword strike for the player, these special memory triggers would once again "inadvertently" appear before them.
The lethality of such a design was extraordinary.
Simply put, the players went crazy.
From Golden Core cultivators at the bottom to Soul Formation experts at the top, and even those of higher realms, everyone spared no effort in pouring in their spiritual energy, wanting revenge and wanting to rewrite the ending.
At this moment, the forum for "This Demon Cultivator is Not Too Cold" was filled with wailing and despair.
[My Su Di'er!!]
[Old Demon Lu, you are so vicious!]
[I mean, if this illusion had to be designed like this, you might as well have just stabbed me...]
[Sigh, can't we just survive together with Su Di'er?]
[The righteous and demonic paths cannot coexist... they cannot coexist!]
[Sigh!!! It shouldn't be like this!!!]
[No, I'm going to kill Shi Dan one more time, damn it!]
[Once a day!]
[There's no need to be that merciful.]
[You guys can bring your cultivation bases in to kill Shi Dan, but who considered the feelings of us Foundation Establishment ants...]
[Qi Condensation ants are shivering in fear...]
[Those with insufficient cultivation can borrow it from friends. At least Old Demon Lu is somewhat humane in this regard.]
[Damn, that's a thing? Add me, I'll help you with my spiritual energy!]
[Count me in! Anyone below Golden Core, add me. I'll help you kill Shi Dan for free!!!]
[Fellow Daoists, after venting your anger, don't forget to vote for Old Demon Lu... He deserves to die, but the illusion doesn't!]
[Right! Vote!!]
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Regarding the issue of insufficient cultivation realms, Lu Ze had anticipated it early on.
Although Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment cultivators provided fewer Demonic Path Points, he didn't want to let even the smallest bit of meat slip by. Thus, he added a setting that allowed friends to "pay on their behalf."
Given the players' hatred for Shi Dan, there was no shortage of big shots willing to selflessly contribute.
The reality was just as he expected; a wave of "carrying newbies" swept through the forum.
Countless streams of spiritual energy rose from all over and converged toward the illusion...
...
The Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao, located in the Tianxuan Sect, felt the spiritual energy continuously surging from the illusion, its eyes full of shock.
Nourished by the majestic spiritual energy, the incomplete runic halo behind it began to slowly repair itself.
It had never imagined that a mere mortal could possess such methods!
Even during its peak, gathering this level of spiritual energy would not have been an easy task!
"This boy..."
"Is unfathomable..."
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...
On the other side.
The main arena of the Xianyuan Continent.
Time ticked by.
Seeing that the incense on the table was about to burn out while the pillar of light behind Lu Ze remained unchanged, Zhang Yuxian completely let go of his lingering anxiety.
At this moment, Lu Ze was happily narrowing his eyes, stretching lazily in enjoyment.
A pleasant voice kept echoing in his ears:
[Demonic Path Points +100]
[Demonic Path Points +666]
[Demonic Path Points +100]
[Demonic Path Points +999]
...
In "This Demon Cultivator is Not Too Cold", the difficulty of the instance was not high, so the players' death count was much lower than in other games.
However,
Lu Ze's system had long since upgraded.
Intense emotions could also generate Demonic Path Points!
The stronger the emotion, the higher the Demonic Path Points generated!
At this very moment, massive amounts of Demonic Path Points were continuously converging toward him!
Just thinking about the incomparably pained expressions of the cultivators made Lu Ze beam with joy.
Exhilarating!
Simply too exhilarating!
Although the emotional value generated by sorrow was only a one-time thing, the amount was comparable to a player dying tens of thousands of times in the illusion!
Moreover, the higher their cultivation realm and the more miserably they cried, the more terrifying the Demonic Path Points they generated!
"Little friend Lu... time is almost up," Zhang Yuxian reminded him with a smile.
"It seems that even those favored by the Heavenly Dao will have a day of defeat."
"Elder Zhang, what's the rush? The good show is just about to begin..."
Lu Ze opened his eyes and unhurriedly crossed his arms over his chest.
The next moment,
From all directions across the Tianxuan Continent,
Countless violent streams of spiritual energy roared into the sky!
At the same time...
Behind Lu Ze, the pillar of light used to display the number of votes suddenly flared with brilliant light!
[Let me report on my recent situation.]
[Actually, after a month of decadence in August, I seriously came back to write in September. I resumed updates for nearly 20 days until I tested positive for COVID again and was sick for quite a while.]
[During those days of paused updates due to illness, I discovered something: there is absolutely no difference in traffic and revenue whether I update normally or just drop a chapter every few days.]
[That burst of motivation I had built up just drained away completely. Because I know that no matter how hard I try to update, this book has reached its end and won't rise again.]
[But it really shouldn't be like this for this book.]
[Setting everything else aside, just the recently updated "This Demon Cultivator is Not Too Cold" would be enough to double my results if I posted it somewhere else.]
[But here, it is just an obscure, dead book abandoned by the algorithm.]
[I'm not saying this place is bad, it's just that the algorithm is too cold. Everyone's enthusiasm can't help me, and I just happen to be the unlucky Zhou Yue, lacking a bit of attention from the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao.]
[I had originally prepared many games, but I won't push them out for now because I don't want to waste my inspiration and creativity here. So this book will update rather slowly (probably weekly updates). Even if I write new games, they might not be as interesting as they are now. Friends who seek quality can treat this "Demon Cultivator" arc as the ending.]
[I will probably prepare a new book soon, though I'm not sure where I'll publish it.]
[If the new book flops too, I might bring my inspiration and creativity back to this book.]
[If one day you suddenly find this book resuming daily updates, it probably means the new book flopped again... So everyone, wish for my new book to flop~]
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
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."
