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)]
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
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.
