【Righteous Path Cultivator Yang Zhengxin has died in humiliation under your relentless torment, his Dao Heart shattered.】
【Reward obtained: 200 Demonic Path Points】
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow.
Well, well. It seems pushing them to the brink of despair comes with extra rewards.
He’d have to redouble his efforts then.
At that moment, Yang Zhengxin, having just finished spewing curses, was still twitching at the corners of his mouth.
Exiting the illusionary realm, he glared at Lu Ze: "That stray cat—"
"Not a stray cat. A divine beast," Lu Ze corrected. "Perfectly reasonable for a divine beast to guard its master’s secret realm, no?"
Yang Zhengxin, dignity be damned, erupted:
"Reasonable my ass! You shameless little rat! How dare you toy with this venerable elder with such underhanded tricks!?"
Lu Ze feigned innocence. "This junior fails to see any wrongdoing."
"That illusion suppresses cultivation realms and seals spiritual energy—clearly designed to make it impossible to pass!"
"However..."
Lu Ze shook his head leisurely, unfazed.
"If it’s an immortal-grade trap, it must be the work of an unfathomable powerhouse. Restrictions like sealed spiritual energy or suppressed realms within a secret realm aren’t unheard of."
"Besides, traps are all about schemes. See through it, and you pass. Fail to, and you’re stuck."
"The mechanisms this junior designed may seem crude, but the underlying ingenuity isn’t."
"Had a supreme expert crafted a trap following this logic, even with your full power, Elder Yang, could you guarantee you’d pass?"
His words drew subtle nods from the surrounding elders.
Traps were about outsmarting.
Whoever got outplayed lost.
Clearly, Lu Ze’s design had seen through every one of Yang Zhengxin’s moves.
The battle-hardened elder might have eight hundred tricks up his sleeve.
But Lu Ze had eight thousand.
As for the rules?
While no one had heard of a secret realm with such harsh restrictions, if its creator was powerful enough, it wasn’t inconceivable.
Worst-case scenario—
even if Yang Zhengxin hadn’t been weakened, a trap built by a supreme expert following Lu Ze’s blueprint, with indestructible materials and speed surpassing the elder’s,
would’ve left him far worse off than the illusion had.
"Preposterous! Since ancient times, traps have had hundreds of solutions, never just one. Why must yours be the exception?" Yang Zhengxin pressed.
"Elder Yang sets a high bar. Had this junior not eliminated the other ninety-nine solutions, how could I prove I knew of them all?"
Lu Ze smiled faintly.
The response swayed several sect elders toward Lu Ze’s side.
Everyone knew Yang Zhengxin was being unreasonable.
Had Lu Ze designed a conventional trap, its evaluation would’ve been uncertain.
This very design proved his mastery of mechanisms—
why else would he have closed off every alternative path?
With tensions peaking, Zhao Wendao stepped in to mediate.
"Enough, Elder Yang. Our disciple’s illusion may seem hastily made, but time was short. Given more time..."
He trailed off, smiling meaningfully.
The implication was clear:
Had Lu Ze crafted a full-fledged illusionary trap along these lines,
even at full power, Yang Zhengxin’s defeat would’ve been more humiliating.
In a way,
the "suppressed realm" excuse spared the elder’s dignity—
at least he had an out.
Cornered, Yang Zhengxin could no longer openly challenge Lu Ze without losing face.
Crucially,
Lu Ze’s trap did have a solution—
just one.
An absurdly specific one.
But in a debate, Yang Zhengxin alone would seem petty.
With a scoff, the elder dropped the matter.
"Fine, fine! The Lingxiao Sect has truly birthed a freak of talent."
Yang Zhengxin clapped slowly, oozing sarcasm.
"Let’s see if you can impress everyone again when the martial tournament’s theme is decided in three days!"
With that, he stormed off, Qingshan Sect disciples in tow.
Whispers filled the hall as the crowd dissected the drama.
No one noticed
Lu Ze’s consciousness slipping into the core space of "Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors."
A few parameter tweaks later,
the illusion hovering above the hall’s plaza flickered—
its standby screen now displaying a leaderboard:
[Rank: 1]
[Sect: Qingshan Sect]
[Cultivator: Yang Zhengxin]
[Highest Floor: 2]
Gasps erupted as eyes caught the change.
"Look! The rankings!"
"That sect... No, I’m claiming glory for ours too!"
"I’ve cracked this illusion’s logic—my turn!"
"Pah! My Tianxuan Sect excels in divination. I’ll chart every path beforehand!"
"You jest. With spiritual energy sealed inside, how will you calculate?"
"Mark my words—the Cloud Immortal Palace’s footwork will dominate..."
Lu Ze listened, delighted.
Exactly the reaction he wanted!
Why had these cultivators gathered at Lingxiao Sect?
To compete, to flaunt their prowess.
Now, with sect rankings on display, their competitive fire was lit.
And the first name up?
A Qingshan Sect elder.
Outranking him would be pure bragging rights.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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!
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.
