This time, not just outside the Spirit Hall,
even within the main hall, many disciples couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The scene was simply too hilarious.
Yang Zhengxin respawned at the revival point, trembling with rage, yet unable to lash out.
If you called the level cheap, well, it absolutely was.
But it undeniably fit the design of a trap.
He had no retort, so he swallowed his frustration and set off again.
This time, he figured it out.
The moment he landed, the spikes would grow larger and wider, so he had to jump immediately.
Yang Zhengxin’s execution was flawless.
The instant his feet touched the ground, he sprang back up as planned, narrowly dodging the deadly spikes.
"Just a cheap trick. I won’t fall for the same thing twice!"
Yang Zhengxin couldn’t resist boasting.
He silently vowed to steer clear of any suspiciously placed spikes in the future.
Time was running short, so he quickened his pace.
He leaped again, aiming for the elevated platform on the second floor.
At the edge of the platform was a sunken square pit.
In his rush, Yang Zhengxin jumped straight for it—it looked like the perfect landing spot.
But the moment he was about to touch down—
a metal block suddenly materialized in the empty pit, shoving him off the edge.
"I...!!"
Yang Zhengxin nearly cursed out loud.
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm.
‘Are you kidding me? I’ve seen worse than this! Such petty tricks won’t stop me!’
His combat instincts kicked in, and he swiftly adjusted his posture mid-air.
Lu Ze had imposed many restrictions on cultivators in this illusionary realm, all based on I Wanna mechanics.
Players could double-jump, control jump height, adjust landing positions mid-air...
Yang Zhengxin twisted his body leftward.
Below him was his spawn point.
He wanted to reset.
But he miscalculated.
Just as he was about to land back at the starting point, two spikes erupted from the gap, impaling him.
"I... damn it!!!"
Yang Zhengxin finally lost his temper and swore.
By all accounts, it should’ve been a gruesome sight.
But between the absurd art style and Yang Zhengxin’s utter meltdown, it was downright comical.
While the Qingshan Sect disciples stood in stunned, ashen-faced silence, everyone else roared with laughter.
"Hahaha!! Serves Old Man Yang right!!"
"These traps are downright evil..."
"Is this really the kind of creativity you’d expect from a righteous cultivator?"
"Honestly, even the demonic factions would respect this level of cunning..."
"Thank heavens I’m just watching..."
"Watching others suffer is way more fun!"
The jeers reached Yang Zhengxin’s ears.
His face turned livid with rage.
He wanted to confront Lu Ze but held back, not wanting to lose face.
"You... just wait and see!!"
He spat those words and pressed on.
What followed was proof that Lu Ze had buried far more traps in the map than Yang Zhengxin could’ve imagined.
For instance, when he finally reached the second-floor platform on the left and tried to jump to the top level via the edge—
Who could’ve predicted a cat would drop from above the platform and one-shot him?
"What the... since when was there a cat?!"
Yang Zhengxin nearly lost it. If not for the sect’s dignity, he might’ve insulted Lu Ze’s ancestors.
"It’s a divine beast," Lu Ze replied without batting an eye, his tone utterly unshaken.
"Divine-tier traps deserve divine beasts, no?"
"And divine beasts being a tad overpowered is only natural, right?"
"Don’t worry, Elder Yang. I assure you, there’s definitely a way to clear this!"
Lu Ze smiled innocently, radiating sincerity.
Yang Zhengxin had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep searching for a solution.
After a few more deaths, he realized the left path was a dead end.
Then it hit him—he could sway mid-air and leap from the right instead.
One attempt later, he successfully reached the top.
‘My instincts were right. Let’s see what else you’ve got!’
Yang Zhengxin gloated inwardly.
Now, he felt back on track.
Wasn’t this the route he’d planned from the start?
From here, he’d jump over the spikes ahead, reach the revival spirit-gathering array,
then navigate the apple maze, pass through the corridor of endless spikes, and find the exit.
"Yes! This is definitely the way!"
Confident, Yang Zhengxin took the leap.
This time, the spikes were placed in a classic, predictable position—right at the landing spot.
It looked like a standard trap.
If he timed his jump right, he’d clear it easily.
‘Seems this brat’s creativity has its limits.’
But the moment he soared over the spikes—
the spikes, along with the entire patch of ground beneath them, suddenly launched upward like an arrow, shooting straight at him.
"I...!!!"
Yang Zhengxin took a deep breath.
This infuriating sense of déjà vu...
He wanted to scream!!!
After respawning yet again, Yang Zhengxin’s movements grew even more precise.
Leaping into the pit, he dodged the thickening spikes with a quick jump.
At the edge, he executed a double jump, vaulting over the iron block to land on the second-tier platform.
Then, from the right side, he leaped up to the highest level.
All in one smooth motion.
Standing at the edge of the highest platform, Yang Zhengxin paused once more.
He replayed the scenes of his recent deaths in his mind, calculating a new approach.
"If I jump above the spikes, they’ll shoot out."
"So..."
"I need to do a single jump to trigger the spikes."
"Then, with the second jump, turn back and find cover?"
Yang Zhengxin’s eyes lit up with realization.
How hard could it be?
Jump forward once, then double-jump back—simple!
Without hesitation, he put his plan into action.
Only for the elongated spike, now soaring high into the air, to come crashing straight down from the left, squashing him flat.
...
Respawned.
Back at the edge of the high platform.
"That thing flies over, but its range is limited..."
"Maybe I should hide further inside?"
Yang Zhengxin smacked his forehead in sudden understanding and leaped again.
The moment he tucked himself into the innermost spot, he was instantly obliterated by the lurking "immortal beast"—a damn cat.
...
Respawned.
Back at the edge once more.
"Forgot about that cursed wild cat ambush in the deepest part..."
"Damn it, why is this so sadistic?!"
"Wait, no—maybe I should jump all the way down?"
Yang Zhengxin’s eyes gleamed with inspiration.
The cave below, where the spikes thickened, seemed like the perfect hiding spot.
After all, the spike bar flew left, while the cave was on the right!
No time to waste!
Yang Zhengxin jumped again, then expertly pivoted mid-air.
Adjusting his trajectory, he aimed for the cave on the lower right.
The Qingshan Sect disciples watching from outside were electrified, unable to hold back their cheers:
"Elder Yang’s got this!!"
"What incredible footwork!"
"As expected of an elder!!!"
"Ha! No matter how sneaky that kid’s traps are, Elder Yang will crack them!"
"He’s so damn skilled..."
...
"Nailed it!"
Yang Zhengxin smirked, unable to suppress his triumph.
He glanced upward.
All he had to do was wait for the spike to fall, then jump back—mission accomplished.
The spike, carrying an entire chunk of earth, slammed onto the high platform before rolling violently to the right.
"Hah! Still trying to crush me?"
This time, Yang Zhengxin played it smart, shuffling further inside.
The next instant—
The falling spike abruptly accelerated, hurtling toward the right with lightning speed.
"???"
Yang Zhengxin gaped in disbelief.
He’d never seen such treachery before—flattened yet again.
Once more, he materialized at the revival array.
This time, his face burned crimson as he roared at the heavens:
"AHHH!!! THIS IS TORTURE!!!"
[Recent iwanna materials were all manually played, recorded, and screenshotted by me... Suffering through hell...]
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
