Inside the Heavenly Dao Live Stream.
The bullet comments were once again shocked by Lu Ze's wave of operations.
[What an animal!!!]
[I knew he was up to no good the moment I saw Uluru + an auto-sniper...]
[The reputation of Uluru cultivators has been ruined.]
[Wait, do people who like using Uluru even care about their reputation???]
[Wherever Uluru is, anywhere can be a bridge.]
[Bridges aren't built; they're blocked off by Uluru!!]
[I really want to see Old Demon Lu play the Immortal Ascension Base.]
[Probably won't be as good as the Dam. Over there, you have to compete to be the biggest scum.]
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Lingxiao Sect Spectator Area.
The eight elders covered their faces in unison.
Too embarrassing to watch.
Truly too embarrassing to look at.
This scene was simply too scummy.
At this stage, no one had ever camped on top of the dam before.
Lu Ze's [Heaven Suppressor 25] was equipped with a silencer and a flash hider, giving it extremely high concealment.
Therefore, the people at the shipping containers had no idea where they were shot from, even until the moment they died!
The most perverted part was that the top of the dam didn't just overlook the containers, but also the Grand Spirit Station and the East Square.
Even though Lu Ze was single-handedly suppressing three teams, no matter how they looked at it, it made the righteous cultivators sweat in embarrassment.
Not a single shot was fired in a head-on gunfight; they were all shot in the back!
The opponents died with expressions of shock and bewilderment, spinning in circles trying to find Lu Ze's position.
The enemy was in the open while he was in the dark, and he was using a long-range weapon against short-range ones. It felt like a Void Refinement realm mighty figure launching a sneak attack on an unarmed mortal...
He had absolutely no martial virtue!
Even Zhong Yi, Lu Ze's die-hard fan, was so shocked that he didn't know how to justify it.
He had seen plenty of shameless scenes, but this level of shamelessness was a second for him!
The first time was just earlier when Lu Ze performed "Flower Delivery"!
The disciples below began to whisper among themselves.
"Junior Brother, I wasn't in the sect a while ago... Are you sure the one who triggered the Holy Manifestation was True Biography Disciple Lu?"
"Maybe the Heavenly Dao's eyes played a trick on it..."
"Uh, Senior Brother, I feel like I need to go back and cultivate..."
"Me too, me too! If I don't cultivate now, my cultivation base will be ruined!"
"I have something to do too..."
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Lu Ze's Illusion Realm.
[Extraction Successful!]
[Cultivators Killed: 8]
[Extracted Value: 3,681,569]
Looking at the extracted items, Lu Ze curled his lips, expressing some dissatisfaction.
Compared to "Flower Delivery", the cost-effectiveness of dam-top sniping was clearly lower.
If the situation went south, there wouldn't even be time to loot the bags.
He basically had to camp there for the entire match.
Of course, the most important thing was that the "Demonic Path Recognition" brought by dam-top sniping wasn't as high as Flower Delivery.
Lu Ze guessed that from a spectator's perspective, using a G18 to steal a fully geared player's body and run away did indeed seem more demonic.
He sighed softly and threw the [Heaven Suppressor 25] back into the warehouse.
"Looks like I still have to play some more underworld-level dirty tricks..."
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Lingxiao Sect Spectator Area.
"Fellow disciples, don't be anxious..."
"It's easy to conquer an empire, but hard to defend it."
"Perhaps Junior Brother Lu felt that the wealth accumulated in the first match wasn't enough, and losing even once would bankrupt him, so he chose a safer tactic..."
"Everyone, look! He didn't choose Uluru this time!"
As Lu Ze's die-hard fan, Zhong Yi was still defending him.
At this time, the screen in the arena lit up again. Seeing that the other party hadn't chosen Uluru again, Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Not Red Wolf, not Uluru. A faint glimmer of hope rose in Zhong Yi's heart.
"This time, Junior Brother Lu has chosen Weilong..."
"Weilong, hmm..."
Zhong Yi's brain worked rapidly, but he couldn't think of any particularly scummy way to play Weilong, so he immediately felt relieved.
In the current meta, Weilong was commonly known as the Majestic Dragon. The most unrefined playstyle was just throwing a spirit-sucking bomb at the start and doing a knife run. Everything it did was open and aboveboard; it completely lacked the ability to be a backstabbing scumbag.
Instantly, Zhong Yi actually felt moved to tears of gratitude.
"Weilong is good! Weilong is good..."
"It seems Junior Brother Lu is truly going to get serious this time..."
"..."
"What do you mean he used his jetpack to fly into a tree and hide in the leaves???"
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Regarding the camping spots on the Dam, Lu Ze knew them like the back of his hand.
No matter which spawn point he got, Lu Ze could find a reliable spot to backstab someone to death within a minute.
The vibe was getting increasingly weird...
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Lingxiao Sect Spectator Area.
"Spawned at the Grain Factory, Junior Brother Lu entered the workshop... Is he actually going to loot first this time? This Immortal Ascension Box right in front of him is very rich..."
"What do you mean he jumped onto the iron tank and then flew up to the roof beams to prone!???"
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"Heavens! Junior Brother Lu is actually willing to buy a helmet and armor!!!"
"An Asara steel helmet... what does that mean?"
"What do you mean he disguised himself as an Asara minion and ambushed someone!!!"
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"East Building Position 1? Well, Junior Brother Lu won't go into the building anyway..."
"Hmm!? Junior Brother Lu went into the building??"
"Could it be..."
"What do you mean he placed a playing card at the keycard swipe point and jumped onto the doorframe to prone!!??"
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"Junior Brother Lu, I beg you, stop going prone..."
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"And please don't choose Red Wolf anymore!!!"
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The style of the match became increasingly bizarre.
As the commentator, Zhong Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he was gradually breaking down.
Next to the Lingxiao Sect were the areas for the Qingshan Sect and the Limitless Sword Formation.
The disciples from these two sections looked over with gazes filled with confusion, fear, and weirdness.
"Cough, cough, Senior Brother, I've caught a cold, I'm leaving first..."
"I didn't sleep well yesterday, I even have dark circles! I'm leaving, I'm leaving..."
"??? Aren't you all in the Golden Core realm already???"
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More and more disciples left their seats.
Even the eight elders mostly slipped away in disgrace.
The Lingxiao Sect Spectator Area, which originally occupied the largest space, suddenly shrank several times over.
On the contrary, the surrounding Rogue Cultivator Spectator Area, which required no entry threshold, was getting more and more crowded.
"Eh, Senior Brother, why are you..."
"Shh! Sitting over there is too embarrassing..."
"Holy crap! Elder Lin is here too!!"
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Meanwhile.
Rogue Cultivator Spectator Area.
Several masked cultivators stood together.
Looking at the almost absurd scene in the center, they couldn't help but laugh dumbly.
"Alliance Leader, in my opinion... this person is nothing to fear!"
"Indeed. Just as we speculated, the creator of the illusion realm might not be powerful themselves."
"What he relies on is merely his familiarity with the map... If he had true strength, how could he be so shameless?"
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The crowd voiced their opinions one after another.
The person in the center wearing a white mask nodded slightly.
He also agreed with everyone's views in his heart.
"Heh, and to think I spent so much effort preparing the Ten Directions Spirit Descent Array..."
Heart Demon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then his gaze tightened again.
"Is there any news on that rogue cultivator expert named Bai Mu?"
In his eyes, only this Bai Mu was an obstacle to him seizing the Heavenly Dao's reward.
Coming from a rogue cultivator background, his illusion realm talent was unmatched. He had appeared in all the previous matches.
It was said that his strength was on par with Li Moran of the Lingxiao Sect.
"We haven't seen him on the participant list yet."
"That's good..."
Heart Demon nodded, already feeling that victory was in his grasp.
"Keep an eye on the participant list, and any movements regarding Bai Mu..."
"He is the only variable in our bid for the championship."
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Above the main arena of the Heavenly Dao Live Stream.
The live chat, however, was becoming increasingly lively.
[What a ruthless bastard, this is so satisfying to watch!!!]
[Is the Heavenly Dao blind... bestowing a sacred manifestation upon him??]
[As expected of Old Demon Lu! He satisfies all my fantasies of what a bastard should be!]
[Old Demon Lu: I have seen many bastards, and they all call me the Original Sage]
[What an Original Sage, hahahaha!!]
[Old Six and Original Sage, we didn't get a single nickname wrong...]
[Why is he so well-practiced at body possession?]
[Where did Old Demon Lu find so many diabolical hiding spots???]
[Any random spot of his is something an ordinary demonic cultivator couldn't figure out in a lifetime...]
[Could it be that the Lingxiao Sect has produced a peerless Demon Venerable?]
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.”
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."
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?!
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.
