The next day.
Linxian Peak, Law Enforcement Hall.
"How did things go yesterday?"
The moment Qian Yutang appeared, Ding Mingcang immediately grabbed him and asked.
"Bad news... After the disciples cleared the previous stage, there’s a new one."
Qian Yutang feigned seriousness, but as soon as he saw Ding Mingcang’s face darken, he quickly waved his hand and added:
"Don’t panic, Elder! The good news is, the new stage is extremely simple. I heard the disciples cleared it with ease."
"Really?"
Ding Mingcang’s furrowed brows instantly relaxed.
"Absolutely true!" Qian Yutang nodded emphatically. "Apparently, that kid worked overnight to design the new stage, completely unprepared for how quickly the disciples would clear it!"
Hearing this, Ding Mingcang felt much more at ease.
"If it was rushed, it must be shoddy work. It probably won’t win any favor later."
"But letting him keep exploiting loopholes to refine the stages is no good. Go to the Artifact Refining Pavilion and warn him—no more changes to the illusion realm!"
"And one more thing..."
"Visit Danqing Peak and the Sword Inquiry Peak. Coordinate with their stewards to expedite the addition of new courses. It must be done quickly!"
"Seeing swordplay and spiritual herbs being disgraced by some ordinary disciple must have infuriated them."
"Once academic pressure increases, the disciples will naturally have no time to waste on illusions..."
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Thunder Lord Peak, Qingyun Pavilion.
"DAMN IT!!!!!"
A violent shockwave erupted within Qingyun Pavilion as Zhong Yi’s roar echoed.
The surrounding barrier trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.
[The zombies ate your brains...]
Staring at the floating words in the air, Zhong Yi was furious.
Even if the stage was labeled "Hard Mode," this difficulty was downright absurd!
The first three stages were manageable—just slightly stronger zombies than the normal version.
But after the third stage, the sheer number of enemies was on a whole other level!
Annoying ice chariot zombies and acrobat zombies kept harassing him.
The spawn rate and frequency of enemies had multiplied.
By the fifth stage, there were even barbarian zombies with boss-level strength!
In just a short while, his brains had been eaten over a dozen times!
Where did that leave the dignity of a [Genius Cultivator] like him?
Zhong Yi was seething.
He opened the forum, only to find it flooded with despair.
[This Survival Mode is insane! Has anyone cleared it yet?]
[Barbarian zombies in the daytime stage? I dread to imagine what comes next...]
[Feels like fighting a Nascent Soul monster right after reaching Foundation Establishment.]
[Wasn’t Survival Mode supposed to be fun? Only a saint could enjoy this!]
[Lu Ze must be doing this on purpose!!]
[Calling the Genius Cultivator—only he can save us now!]
……
Zhong Yi, who had been on the verge of losing it, saw how highly he was regarded on the forum and instantly reignited with fighting spirit.
"Fellow disciples, wait for me to conquer this challenge and return to aid you all!!"
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Late at night.
[Evil Path Value +1.2]
[Evil Path Value +10]
[Evil Path Value +1.2]
[Evil Path Value +10]
……
The endless stream of system notifications was music to his ears.
Lu Ze lay in bed, thoroughly pleased.
"This master-disciple duo is truly a gift!"
Now, advancing from early to mid Foundation Establishment required a whopping 50,000 Evil Path Value.
Without the contributions from this treasure pair, reaching that point would’ve taken ages.
The forum post rallying disciples to call for the "Genius Cultivator," declaring only he could save them, was actually Lu Ze’s alt account.
All to provoke Zhong Yi into obsession.
If he didn’t get obsessed, how else would Lu Ze level up?
The original Hard Mode wasn’t nearly this brutal.
Lu Ze had redesigned it based on Endless Mode’s difficulty.
All to ensure disciples died repeatedly, feeding him Evil Path Value.
As for whether some might quit from frustration...
Lu Ze wasn’t worried.
First, cultivators in this world had never seen anything so entertaining—once hooked, they wouldn’t leave even if driven away.
Second, his difficulty balancing was precise.
Brutally hard, utterly sadistic, but never impossible.
So even after countless failures, players would stubbornly persist.
And once they finally cleared Hard Mode...
They’d discover Endless Mode waiting for them.
That was the real trap.
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
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?"
