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..."
...
...
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~]
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
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.”
