"FUCK!!!"
A thunderous roar erupted from a room in Fengyue Pavilion.
Guo Yunwen withdrew from the game "Cultivator Descends 100 Floors," drenched in sweat.
Earlier, at the Hall of Nurtured Spirits, he had learned from a Lingxiao Sect disciple that the Artifact Refining Pavilion sold miniature illusion towers and spirit stones. After purchasing a set, he returned to his quarters for some peace and quiet.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he struggled to steady his breathing.
The cultivation methods of the Tianxuan Sect were notoriously rigorous, with an emphasis on mental fortitude above all else. Disciples of the sect were known to possess far greater composure than those of lesser sects.
Guo Yunwen was a true disciple—one of the elite. His mental resilience was supposed to be peerless.
Yet, against all expectations, he had been broken by an illusion tower—one crafted by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, no less.
"Why the hell does that tree move?! Damn it!!!"
Gritting his teeth, his face twisted in frustration, Guo Yunwen seethed.
He had died over a hundred times and still couldn’t fathom the twisted mind of the game’s creator, Lu Ze.
At every turn, in the most unexpected places, the game would throw some insane trap at him, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
That morning, watching Yang Zhengxin struggle through the challenges in the Hall of Nurtured Spirits, he had found it amusing.
He had even thought to himself, "If it were me, I wouldn’t embarrass myself like that."
Now he knew better.
Anyone who could endure this illusion tower without breaking down had to be a god.
It took a long while for Guo Yunwen’s breathing to finally settle.
Just then, his communication jade slip buzzed with a message.
It was from a senior brother back in the Tianxuan Sect.
Guo Yunwen activated the jade slip, and the senior brother’s image materialized in the air before him.
"Junior Brother Guo, how’s it going? Give my regards to Zhong Yi and the others—Wait, what the hell?! Why do you look so pale?!"
"It’s nothing, nothing… Just had a rough time with today’s trial."
Guo Yunwen waved it off.
"Hah! Junior Brother, you’re really slacking. Back in my day, I aced every challenge!"
The senior brother’s teasing only deepened Guo Yunwen’s frustration.
What kind of training did your generation even go through?
Have you seen what we’re dealing with?!
Even the elders of the Qingshan Sect are getting wrecked!
He was about to explain when a sudden thought made him grin instead.
"Senior Brother, when I return to the sect, I’ll bring you some local specialties from the Lingxiao Sect."
"Local specialties? Hah! I’ve traveled to all five great sects—what could possibly impress me?"
"Oh, trust me… you’ve never seen anything like this."
Guo Yunwen laughed.
He laughed so hard his complexion even improved.
Tomorrow, he decided, he would buy a whole stack of these "local specialties" from the Artifact Refining Pavilion.
……
……
The night passed.
At the Hall of Nurtured Spirits on Thunderpeak, Nangong Yuan emerged from the elders’ resting quarters with a grim expression.
The night had been nothing short of humiliating.
He needed fresh air—and time to reflect on why he had been foolish enough to touch "Cultivator Descends 100 Floors."
As soon as he stepped out, he spotted Zhao Wendao exiting another room.
"Elder Zhao? Your eyes…"
Nangong Yuan pointed at his own face in shock.
Dark circles hung heavily under Zhao Wendao’s eyes.
As one of the sect’s most powerful figures, second only to the sect master, Zhao Wendao’s cultivation was such that even a month without sleep shouldn’t have left a mark.
"My eyes? Ah… just a little accident."
Zhao Wendao brushed it off absentmindedly.
Last night, after much deliberation, he had succumbed to temptation and started playing "Cultivator Descends 100 Floors."
One particular level, with its sadistic combination of spike traps, had nearly made him cough up blood in rage.
Several times, his fury had overwhelmed the illusion tower’s suppression, forcing him out.
In the end, so incensed he couldn’t stand it, he had punched himself in frustration—hence the current state of his face.
Originally, he had planned to conquer the game, flaunt his high ranking in front of the other elders, and maybe rub it in Yang Zhengxin’s face.
But reality had other plans.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, the game proved him wrong.
There were moments he wanted to crack open Lu Ze’s skull and see what kind of twisted mind lay inside.
How could anyone come up with something so diabolical?!
If not for Lu Ze’s unmistakable aura of righteous energy, Zhao Wendao might have suspected the boy was a demonic cultivator.
His ideas were just too cruel, too evil!
"Elder Nangong…"
Zhao Wendao sighed and patted Nangong Yuan’s shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Didn’t you say your disciple was pure-hearted and simple-minded? Then why…"
He trailed off, unable to continue.
He recalled yesterday’s argument between Nangong Yuan and Yang Zhengxin, where Nangong Yuan had insisted Lu Ze was "pure-hearted and simple-minded," claiming that designing traps would be too difficult for him.
Now, it was clear the boy hadn’t been struggling at all—he had been enjoying himself.
Nangong Yuan’s eyes widened. "What? My disciple? What disciple?"
"…"
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
