[System Task:]
[The Demonic Treasure Land holds thousands of treasures, which will surely arouse the greed of righteous cultivators. Scheme to divide the righteous cultivators and make them slaughter each other!]
[Task Reward: For every righteous cultivator who develops greed and is killed, Demonic Path Points +10 (Permanently effective within the Demonic Treasure Land area)]
Lu Ze blinked in disbelief.
Knowing the nature of this broken system, the Demonic Treasure Land was exactly like the Havoc Warfare mode in Delta Force.
It had the hidden treasures, the greed, and the mutual slaughter.
Good heavens...
The corners of Lu Ze's mouth twitched slightly.
In Delta Force, there were two modes: large-scale battlefield and Havoc Warfare.
He had originally wanted to create the former.
In terms of kill count and the efficiency of farming Demonic Path Points, how could Havoc Warfare compare to a massive battlefield?
If it weren't for his lack of strength, Lu Ze would have loved to churn out the massive battlefield the moment he unlocked the system!
But now that the system task had appeared, the priorities had to change.
What did an extra 10 Demonic Path Points mean?
In the illusion, the Demonic Path Points generated by a cultivator's death were reduced.
Lu Ze calculated that it was at least a hundredfold reduction.
10 Demonic Path Points was the standard for a Void Refinement realm cultivator.
And not just any, but a top-tier powerhouse at the apex like Zhao Wendao!
In other words, even if a mere Qi Condensation cultivator died inside, it would be no different from Zhao Wendao dying.
Calculated this way, the profits from creating the Havoc Warfare mode would be far beyond what any other mode could compare to!
If everyone was a Zhao Wendao, he wouldn't have to rack his brains trying to poach big shots to play his game anymore. It was hard to say this reward wasn't generous.
The most terrifying part was that the Demonic Path Point experience cards from other tasks all had time limits, but for this task, as long as it was within the Demonic Treasure Land, the reward was permanent!
In the Zero Dam, everyone would be a Zhao Wendao!
The laziness in Lu Ze's eyes instantly vanished, and his whole being became full of drive.
He quickly dismantled the foundation he had originally prepared for the large-scale battlefield, pinched his chin, and fell into thought:
"Should I make the Zero Dam first, or the Ascension Base..."
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Lingxiao Sect, Clear Breeze Pavilion.
"Without Junior Brother Lu's new illusions, these days seem a bit bland..."
Zhong Yi poured a pot of tea. The usually excellent immortal herbs now tasted dull and tasteless in his mouth.
"It's really strange, where did Junior Brother Lu go?"
Mu Yawen scratched his head curiously.
"Junior Brother Mu, you really turn a deaf ear to the outside world and only focus on training your big muscles..."
Zhong Yi couldn't help but roast him.
Mu Yawen corrected him, "And the illusions! I go to see my Disciple Su every day!"
The corners of Zhong Yi's mouth curled up in amusement, and he began to gossip with Mu Yawen:
"Do you remember a month ago when Glazed Fire Peak was suddenly covered in glaciers, and all the elders took action to seal off the scene?"
"It's not like you don't know about Junior Brother Lu's illusion. It made Junior Sister Li so angry that she broke through on the spot and went straight to Glazed Fire Peak to 'spar' with Junior Brother Lu..."
"You know Junior Sister Li's strength. If she gets serious, even I might not be her match... The celestial phenomena that night indicated she used at least 64 ice swords. Junior Brother Lu is definitely soaking in a medicinal pool right now, unfit to be seen!"
Hearing Zhong Yi's explanation, Mu Yawen first nodded. "Mhm! Well fought!"
Then he frowned and shook his head. "I wonder if his head was injured... If he can't make illusions anymore, that would be terrible."
"Don't worry, with so many elders watching, it's at most some superficial wounds."
Zhong Yi was much calmer.
Just as the two were chatting, a figure wrapped in black fire suddenly flew over from the sky.
"Old Zhou? Want to come in and sit for a bit?"
"Sit my foot!"
Zhou Yue was exasperated and instantly cursed.
"The Illusion Alliance has copied Junior Brother Lu's illusion again..."
"And this time, they actually received a reward from the Heavenly Dao!"
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.
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!
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
