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)]
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."
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?!
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.”
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