"Ahem, Master, your disciple hasn't forgotten... I remember."
Exiting the illusion realm, Zhong Yi looked like a child who had done something wrong, kneeling on the floor with his head bowed.
The lightning he had just seen in the team lobby wasn't Luna's electric arrow, but rather First Elder Zhao Wendao almost striking him with the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning...
As the chief disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, Zhong Yi would occasionally substitute for the elders to teach the sect's disciples, so it was no wonder Zhao Wendao came looking for him.
He pointed at the morning sun outside the window, trying to cover his tracks.
"Look, it's not even dark yet... Your disciple won't forget tomorrow's class!"
"What tomorrow? I think you've lost your mind..."
Zhao Wendao was so angry that his beard blew up several centimeters, and a bolt of divine lightning struck right on Zhong Yi's forehead.
"It's not that it isn't dark yet... it's that the sun has already risen!! Class starts in just two hours!!!"
"???"
Zhong Yi was dumbfounded.
He hadn't expected that he had been playing for so long, completely oblivious to the passage of time.
"Rebellious disciple! I see you've lost yourself to these playthings... Hmm?"
Zhao Wendao was just about to scold him some more when his brows suddenly relaxed.
"My good disciple, has your cultivation advanced again?"
Zhong Yi froze for a moment. After Zhao Wendao mentioned it, he finally realized that his cultivation really had improved a bit.
The bottleneck that had kept him stuck for so long actually showed faint signs of an impending breakthrough?
"How strange, your disciple was clearly in the illusion realm..."
Zhong Yi pinched his chin in confusion.
Because he hadn't felt anything yesterday, but after playing Xianyuan Continent Operation for a whole day, it had turned out like this.
"Wonderful, wonderful..."
Zhao Wendao stroked his beard and sighed emotionally.
Ever since the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao formed a bond with Lu Ze, the illusion realms had become increasingly profound.
Especially the ones made by Lu Ze.
In the very beginning, during the Minecraft era, cultivators could nourish their spiritual sense in the illusion realm, which was already of great benefit to their cultivation;
Later on, many cultivators, including Zhao Wendao himself, comprehended spells within the illusion realm, causing countless mighty cultivators to flood in;
And now, the benefits cultivators could obtain from the illusion realm were simply too numerous.
"Touch other people's illusion realms less, and interact with Lu Ze's illusion realms more."
Zhao Wendao patted Zhong Yi's shoulder, completely forgetting that he had just scolded him for losing himself to playthings.
"Alright, get ready. Prepare to head out immediately."
"Got it!"
Seeing that Zhao Wendao wasn't going to punish him, Zhong Yi was overjoyed.
For a cultivator of his realm, staying awake for one night had absolutely no effect. On the contrary, due to the stimulation from Xianyuan Continent Operation, his spirit was much better than usual.
"By the way, what is today's topic?"
"Secret Realm Experience."
...
...
Zhong Yi majored in Spirit Speech, his cultivation had already reached the Soul Formation Realm, and his knowledge was extremely extensive.
In terms of teaching, even the sect elders might not teach as well as him, unless it was within their respective specialized fields.
Therefore, whenever Zhong Yi gave a lecture, it was always packed.
But this time, Zhong Yi experienced a rare failure.
Because his mind was completely filled with Xianyuan Continent Operation, and he kept mixing things up.
"Senior Brother Zhong, if I find a treasure but don't have the ability to take it away, what should I do?"
"Find a container you've already opened, stuff it in, and whatever you do, don't let your opponents get it!"
"Senior Brother Zhong, what should I pay attention to when going to a secret realm for the first time?"
"Familiarize yourself with the map first, don't bring gear that's too good, and be careful of going bankrupt."
"Senior Brother Zhong, who do you think is the hardest opponent to deal with in a secret realm?"
"The sneaky rats who camp... They're too sinister!"
"Senior Brother Zhong, do you have any unforgettable experiences of failure?"
"Sigh! That was when I obtained the ultimate treasure of the secret realm and was about to leave. I never expected some damn bastard to set up an ambush at the entrance of the teleportation array! My millions of spirit stones were just gone... gone!!!"
"An ambush at the teleportation array? This... aren't they afraid of being ridiculed?"
"You must always be on guard against others. Junior brothers and sisters, remember... as long as you haven't returned to the sect, danger is everywhere!"
...
This series of answers that broke all common sense truly infuriated Zhao Wendao, who had hidden his identity to come listen to the lecture.
Fortunately, other than these strange questions and answers, Zhong Yi's other teaching was still quite proper, otherwise a severe beating would have been unavoidable.
Zhong Yi felt very wronged in his heart too.
He was a genius of his generation after all; how could ordinary secret realms have any difficult opponents or unforgettable failures?
In that moment, the only thing he could think of was Lu Ze's Xianyuan Continent Operation, and in a moment of hot-headedness, he answered like that...
The result was being punished by Zhao Wendao to the peak of Thunder God Peak, to reflect on his mistakes under a sky full of divine lightning.
Fortunately, Zhao Wendao didn't confiscate his Illusion Tower.
Zhong Yi sat cross-legged amidst the sky full of purple divine lightning. While circulating his cultivation technique, his spiritual sense sank into the illusion world.
"Lao Zhou... attack fiercely!"
[After resuming updates for a week, the number of new readers pushed to me is actually not much different from when I was updating 4,000 words a month...]
[It's hard to explain in a few words, writing this is extremely agonizing.]
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.”
