Zhong Yi's illusion world.
After four rounds of rebuilding, the Spirit-Sovereign Sect's shady base was back in business.
"Old Zhong, I'm out of Pal balls, and back home I—... what the hell? Spirit-Sovereign Sect PARK?? What is this nonsense???"
Zhou Yue, who had just returned to the base, stared wide-eyed at the brand-new plaque that had been hung over the gate of the main hall without him noticing.
"Took Junior Brother Lu's advice, changed the name. Gets rid of the bad luck," Zhong Yi replied casually, still buried in his research on how different Pals bred with each other.
"Wouldn't it be enough for you to just stop singing the base's praises? Besides, this name doesn't even sound that great either!"
Zhou Yue stroked his chin, savoring the meaning of "Park."
Ever since Bellanova blew the base to bits in one move, Zhou Yue had completely cleared himself of suspicion. Because the tablet shard had been brought by Mu Yawen, the great demon had been summoned by Zhong Yi — Zhou Yue had played no part in any of it. Clearly, the real culprit was Zhong Yi's cursed mouth.
"A park is perfect, it fits the vibe! Look at our little manor here — if that's not a park, what is? Junior Brother Lu really does have some talent when it comes to naming!"
Zhong Yi, meanwhile, was quite pleased with the new name "Park." It was just like that "capitalist suit" Zhou Qiaoling wore — the moment you heard it, you felt full of energy.
"Trouble Cat and Moss Mammoth's offspring is Leaf Panda? A panda is a cat too, huh... now that I think about it, that kind of makes sense..."
Zhong Yi enthusiastically jotted down yet another note in his journal.
Lu Ze hadn't simply copied the experience system from his past life — especially after the official version launched, the pace of version updates was too fast; mid-game tech hadn't even started getting laid down before the next stage was already unlocked, which didn't make for a good new player experience.
So when Zhong Yi and the others had spent three days grinding up to nearly level 40, the leveling speed gradually tapered off. The fun of an open world is diverse — no one was in a hurry to level up. Everyone had their own things to do.
Zhong Yi's joy was spending every day holed up at the base, studying how to crossbreed and raise descendants. Every day, his notebook gained plenty of new entries.
"I get the logic, but could you please stop using Pals with such a huge size difference? It just looks pitiful."
Zhou Yue complained mercilessly.
His joy was still the same as ever — exploring new maps all over the world, conquering secret realms, challenging the great demons everywhere.
While they were chatting, Zhong Yi walked over to the furnace to bake a cake, only to find they had run out of eggs.
"Damn! Yesterday I sent that Peeps-Chicken to the campfire therapy, forgot to revive it..."
Zhong Yi slapped his forehead.
No eggs, no cake. No cake, no Pal eggs. Incubating eggs and producing offspring for his lineage was a matter of utmost importance — it could not be delayed even a moment.
"I need to head to the small village, buy some eggs."
With that, Zhong Yi got up and left the house he hadn't stepped out of for ages, teleporting to the small village.
"Long time no see, things are the same as ever here... wait? Where'd the old village chief go?"
Zhong Yi scratched his head in confusion. Every time he'd come before, the old village chief sitting at the center of the village would greet him, and occasionally trigger a side quest. He didn't think too much about it, went straight to the wandering merchant's shop, bought some eggs, and then chose to return home.
"Lao Zhou, I found something strange — the old village chief at the small village seems to have disappeared... huh???"
Back at the base, Zhong Yi was just about to gossip with Zhou Yue when he was struck speechless by the scene in front of him.
The village chief, who was nowhere to be found, was standing at the Pal ball production line, rolling Pal balls...
The old man's hands fumbled, his wrists trembling as he shaped the balls.
"How on earth did you manage that..."
Zhou Yue looked at Zhou Qiaoling beside him, utterly dumbfounded.
"Hehe, who'd have thought? I accidentally discovered that Pal balls can catch those poacher group members, and only then found out Pal balls can capture humans too~”
Zhou Qiaoling proudly boasted about her achievement.
"I just went to the small village to sell stuff, and this old geezer told me he wanted to see the latest model Pal ball... so, whoosh, I let him have a look."
"There's actually a move like that..."
Zhong Yi gasped in shock.
"Geez, this place is starting to look more and more like a demon sect... Old Zhong, you really need to rein this in..."
Zhou Yue's mouth twitched; the vibe of the sect was getting more and more absurd by the day.
"Catching the old village chief is useless though — what we should do is catch the wandering merchant. That way we won't have to run back and forth selling and buying stuff."
Zhong Yi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
"That's right! Great thinking, Senior Brother Zhong!"
Zhou Qiaoling nodded in agreement.
Zhou Yue's mouth twitched even harder: "You two actually exchanging tips now?!"
Just then, a rush of hurried footsteps drew near.
A crimson wanted alert suddenly flashed into Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue's vision.
Heavily armed guard soldiers swarmed around the base.
"Damn! We fled this far and they still haven't given up?"
Zhou Qiaoling pouted.
"Isn't it just that I grabbed your village chief? How is this worth all this?!""
"No duh!! What do you think!?"
...
Unsurprisingly, the three of them died gloriously.
The patrols sent to capture wanted criminals were endless, and killing them only summoned higher-ranked troops. The trio simply gave up resisting and chose to get killed outright.
After all, as long as they died, the bounties would be cleared.
But the old village chief didn't get cleared—he was left behind in the Lingxiao Sect compound.
"Level 1 handiwork? That's so lame?"
Looking at the old village chief's detailed stat panel, Zhong Yi's face scrunched up in disdain.
"And he's got a [Chronic Laziness] trait... no wonder he sits in the middle of the village sipping tea every day. I never thought you were this kind of village chief!"
"Want me to sell him to the Palmu merchants in the village? Let them pay through the nose to buy him back—how about that?"
Zhou Qiaoling suggested.
"Good point! They don't want their village to end up without a chief, right?"
Zhong Yi agreed immediately.
"...You two, have some decency!!"
Zhou Yue broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like the two of them were starting to show shades of Lu Ze's "initial saint" tendencies.
"I'm going to go find Junior Brother Mu. Hanging around you two is turning me into a demon too."
"Speaking of which, where's Senior Brother Mu? Feels like I haven't seen him in a while."
Zhou Qiaoling was curious.
"Him? He said he ran into the First Tower Master, Zuo Yi, at the ruined temple. She told him where the Thunderbolt Bear is—some deep-sea zone called the First Hunting Sanctuary. He's currently trying to figure out how to capture it."
Zhong Yi answered.
"Zuo Yi?? She's at the ruined temple right now??"
Zhou Qiaoling's eyes lit up instantly.
Ever since she'd learned that humans could also be captured with Palu Balls, the nature of her game had clearly shifted.
"Bro, come with me—let's go capture Zuo Yi!"
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
