Seeing that the matter had already been settled, Qin Ming looked around, then walked straight up to Lu Ze and asked with keen interest:
"This illusion... was created by you?"
Lu Ze nodded. "Exactly."
"Heh, Old Man Huang has certainly taken in a good disciple."
Lu Ze was taken aback by Qin Ming's reaction.
He had even braced himself to receive razor blades directly from the players...
Besides Lu Ze, Zhao Wendao, who was standing to the side, was equally dumbfounded.
The name of Daoist Qingming was like thunder piercing the ear. Back when he was still the head disciple under Huang Xiao, he had met this man.
At that time, Qin Ming frequently visited the Lingxiao Sect to discuss the Dao with Huang Xiao.
In Zhao Wendao's memory, Qin Ming had an incredibly arrogant disposition. Even Huang Xiao, who was also a peerless genius of their generation, could not gain the slightest advantage against his sharp tongue...
When had anyone ever seen him praise someone so sincerely?
"If Sect Master Huang heard this, he would definitely say I was spouting nonsense..."
Zhao Wendao muttered in his heart.
"Senior Qingming, about this matter..."
Zhang Yuxian squeezed out an awkward smile and sidled over.
"What, does Elder Zhang still have objections?"
Qin Ming's expression instantly turned cold.
If it were not for the fact that this person was an elder of the Qingshan Sect, he would not have even bothered to acknowledge him.
"No, no, no!"
Zhang Yuxian hastily waved his hands, then gave a thumbs-up and said:
"What I mean is, since this kid's situation has been cleared up, it turns out I was also blinded by others... It is Senior who is truly righteous!"
"With you cleansing his marrow, reshaping his meridians, and guiding him onto the path, I can rest completely assured... He will absolutely be another new genius of our orthodox path!"
"If Senior does not mind, the Qingshan Sect welcomes these two juniors at any time..."
Hearing this, the corner of Lu Ze's mouth twitched violently.
When it came to the skill of being shameless, even he was no match for this guy.
"There is no need. I will teach the two of them personally."
Qin Ming rejected him outright.
"Then this matter... is settled just like that?"
Zhang Yuxian asked with a face full of flattery.
Seeing that Qin Ming was in a good mood at the moment, he wanted to use this opportunity to find a way out for himself, lest Qin Ming's temperament suddenly change later and he come looking for trouble again.
"Wait a moment."
Just as Qin Ming was about to nod, Lu Ze suddenly interrupted.
"Elder Zhang, this junior is still curious about one thing."
Zhang Yuxian's expression instantly shifted like the changing weather. He looked at Lu Ze with extreme caution. "Little friend Lu... may I ask what it is?"
Anyone could see that Qin Ming highly favored Lu Ze. Coupled with the fact that he had just offended the boy earlier, Zhang Yuxian was terrified that Lu Ze was going to pull some kind of stunt.
"The incredibly short amount of time your noble sect's disciple used to create their illusion makes this junior feel ashamed of his inferiority. However, upon careful study, this junior discovered that the traces of spellcraft within it do not seem to be the work of a single person... May I ask Elder Zhang, was this illusion truly made by one person?"
Lu Ze questioned in a cold voice.
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yuxian broke out in a cold sweat, acting as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
If Qin Ming were not here, he could have still avoided talking about this matter.
But as luck would have it, Qin Ming, who highly favored Lu Ze, was standing right in front of him!
He had no choice but to answer!
"Oh? There are other illusions? ...I remember now, the disciples of your various sects were competing with illusions here?"
Qin Ming instantly became interested.
"That is right. Senior, you might not know this, but the illusion this junior created almost lost to the Qingshan Sect. Fortunately, I had a bit of luck and managed to win by a narrow margin..."
Lu Ze gave a slight nod and answered with a smile.
"..."
Qin Ming looked at Lu Ze, completely speechless.
With his breadth of vision, he could tell at a glance that the pillar of light behind Lu Ze was the physical manifestation of some sort of voting.
The pillar of light behind Lu Ze shot straight up into the heavens. Those who did not know better would think some immortal had achieved enlightenment...
Compared to him, whether it was the second place or the second to last place, they all looked worse than small fry...
And you call this winning by a narrow margin?
But very quickly, Qin Ming connected this matter with the voting and similar content he had seen on the forums, instantly realizing the full picture of the situation.
"Elder Zhang, is this true?"
Qin Ming's expression instantly darkened.
The moment he thought about how This Demonic Cultivator Is Not Too Cold was almost beaten by other illusions, he felt a sudden heartache, as if a precious treasure had been buried.
"This... this..."
Zhang Yuxian was sweating profusely.
As the aura emanating from behind Qin Ming grew increasingly oppressive, Zhang Yuxian hurriedly waved his hands and said:
"It is a misunderstanding! Senior Qingming!"
"The elders of my Qingshan Sect are not skilled in the Dao of Illusions. Our disciples learn from hundreds of schools, so naturally, you can see the traces of multiple spells... It is absolutely not as Lu Ze claims!"
Lu Ze sneered. "Oh? Is that so... Do you dare to say such words in the face of the Heavenly Dao?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.
