The flying sword moved at incredible speed.
In mere moments, Li Moran appeared high above the Lingxiao Plaza.
At a glance, she spotted Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen not far away, with Zhong Yi’s brows tightly furrowed.
"Senior Brother Zhong, why have you gone silent? Is there something wrong with Junior Brother Lu?"
Mu Yawen curiously patted Zhong Yi on the back.
"There’s a problem… a huge problem!"
Zhong Yi clenched his fists involuntarily.
Mu Yawen was puzzled. "What’s the issue?"
"Junior Brother Lu… why isn’t he arranging things neatly…?!!"
"They could be perfectly symmetrical, so why is he placing them like this…? It’s unbearable to look at!!!"
"Damn it, this kid must have heard me!! Why did he go and dismantle one… those were the only four sunflowers you had placed neatly!!!"
"Put them back!!"
Zhong Yi flailed his fists in agitation.
Meanwhile, inside the illusionary realm, Lu Ze was secretly amused.
Who would’ve thought Zhong Yi had such severe OCD?
When it came to gaming, Lu Ze preferred a carefree approach—his formations didn’t need to be symmetrical or aesthetically pleasing.
Functionality was all that mattered.
But players like Zhong Yi? If the plants in a row weren’t identical, they’d feel physically uncomfortable.
With that in mind, Lu Ze deliberately swapped a symmetrically placed gloom-shroom with an ice-melon launcher in the front row.
Outside, Zhong Yi’s cursing grew even louder.
By now, the level had reached Wave 35.
The difficulty had skyrocketed, rivaling even the thousand-wave challenges of his past life—if not surpassing them.
Ordinary barbarian zombies were no longer a threat; now, red-eyed barbarian zombies swarmed in hordes, their stats doubled.
Yet Lu Ze remained unfazed.
The moment the red-eyed barbarians raised their fists, the ice-shroom awoke from its slumber.
The world froze.
Giants crumbled.
The wails of zombies filled the air…
…
The cycle repeated.
Lu Ze’s timing was impeccable.
Whether it was the instant explosions of jester zombies, the backline-sneaking balloon zombies, or the waves of barbarian zombies—
All were perfectly frozen, then swiftly eliminated.
Even during brief lulls, he deftly used sacrificial plants to mitigate threats.
This required masterful control—one misstep, and a single jester zombie could obliterate the frontline, or a balloon zombie could steal a crucial damage dealer.
A single mistake would lead to an irreversible collapse.
To the observing disciples,
The entire spirit field seemed blessed by the descent of an ice deity.
Every crisis was swallowed by an overwhelming tide of frost…
…
High above,
Li Moran watched the scene unfold.
With every awakening of the ice-shroom, waves of glacial spiritual energy collided within her consciousness.
Her eyes shimmered with icy light, as if a revelation had struck her.
Suddenly, Li Moran raised her silver snow sword and slowly traced a few sword forms in the air.
A vast, freezing aura instantly enveloped the entire Lingxiao Plaza.
Strangely, it resonated with Lu Ze’s intense gaming session below.
Zhao Wendao was the first to notice.
With his discerning eye, he knew that Plants vs. Zombies wasn’t the true reason for Li Moran’s sword technique reaching perfection.
Her Nine Heavens Profound Ice Sword Art had already been on the verge of a breakthrough.
This was merely the final push from a fortunate opportunity.
Gazing at Li Moran in the sky, he sighed with mixed emotions.
On one hand, Lingxiao Sect’s prodigy had grown even more monstrous.
On the other, it seemed another freak of nature had emerged… in an entirely unexpected field.
The surging cold shocked everyone, drawing their gazes upward.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
"It’s Senior Sister Li!"
"Could it be… her sword technique has broken through??"
"Damn, is the ice-shroom modeled after her?"
"I think the snow pea fits better."
"Now that you mention it, is Senior Brother Mu the tall-nut?"
"Senior Sister Li actually had an epiphany just from watching Junior Brother Lu play Endless Mode? Such comprehension…"
"Does Plants vs. Zombies really have this kind of effect?"
"Well, guess I have to play it daily now!"
"Shh… cultivating sword arts isn’t playing, alright?"
…
Inside the illusionary realm, Lu Ze was even more thrilled than Li Moran.
Who knew playing a game could trigger her enlightenment?
Now he had to cement the idea that his illusion wasn’t a gaming device—but a learning tool.
At the same time, the system’s notification finally arrived.
[Righteous cultivator Li Moran, having witnessed the host’s training, attained enlightenment and felt admiration!]
[Reward obtained: Sword Mastery (Perfect)]
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.
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?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
