Faced with Chen Yuan’s accusation, Lu Ze remained completely unfazed.
“Just a misunderstanding, Elder Chen… I, Lu Ze, have always acted openly and honorably. Why would I resort to such underhanded tactics?”
With a beaming smile, Lu Ze shook his head and pointed toward the other illusion scenes in the sky.
“Please take a look, Elder Chen. It isn’t just you—everyone has been defeated by Genichiro.”
Chen Yuan glanced around.
Indeed, just as Lu Ze had said, every scene in the sky showed someone either being brutalized by Genichiro or lying there afterward, questioning their entire life.
Even Li Moran, renowned throughout the world as a genius of illusion realms, had been defeated by Genichiro and suffered the loss of her left arm.
This brought Chen Yuan a measure of comfort, but he still had no intention of letting Lu Ze off the hook.
“Lu Zhenchuan, you said yourself… that in the illusion realms you created, there are no enemies who cannot be defeated. Do you remember?”
Chen Yuan’s eyes shifted, and a sly smile spread across his face.
“Of course.”
Lu Ze nodded.
Hearing Lu Ze’s confident answer, the corners of Chen Yuan’s mouth curled into a cold smile.
“That’s utter nonsense! Genichiro is clearly an opponent who cannot possibly be defeated! You deliberately designed such a character to make things difficult for me, preventing me from clearing the realm so that all these fellow cultivators could laugh at me, didn’t you?”
Feigning outrage, Chen Yuan pointed at Lu Ze and roared.
“Don’t forget… You just said that if even one thing you promised failed to hold true, you would willingly concede the wager!”
His words immediately stirred up heated discussion among the watching cultivators.
“Elder Chen seems to have a point. There’s no way anyone can beat Genichiro!”
“Old Demon Lu clearly put Genichiro here with bad intentions…”
“According to the rules of the wager, if Genichiro is an invincible opponent, then Old Demon Lu should be considered the loser, shouldn’t he?”
…
Lu Ze had promised that every opponent could be defeated, and that the illusion realm could help people improve their swordsmanship.
If even one of those conditions was not met, Lu Ze had agreed to concede.
Clearly, Genichiro Ashina had already violated the first condition.
“Who says Genichiro is impossible to defeat?”
Lu Ze responded with a calm smile.
“Just look at him…”
“That only proves Elder Chen’s swordsmanship is inadequate.”
Chen Yuan had just begun to argue when Lu Ze cut him off. His face flushed crimson.
He was the dignified First Elder of the Boundless Sword Sect, a sword cultivator in the Void Refinement Realm—and Lu Ze was actually mocking him like this?
“How are you going to prove that Genichiro can be defeated?”
Faced with Chen Yuan’s challenge, Lu Ze replied unhurriedly, “How about I go in and give everyone a demonstration?”
“Bah! Who knows whether you’ve given yourself special privileges?”
Chen Yuan rejected the suggestion with a cold laugh.
“That’s not something I, Lu Ze, would ever do… Come to think of it, Elder Chen seems to know quite a lot about such things. Could it be that you also…”
Lu Ze spoke with a half-smile, but Chen Yuan hurriedly cut him off in alarm.
“Enough! So many sword cultivators present have failed to get through this, and you expect me to believe Genichiro can be defeated? You must have tampered with it somehow!”
“Oh? Since that’s the case…”
Lu Ze did not panic. His gaze slowly shifted toward Li Moran’s illusion scene in the distance.
At that moment, Li Moran had already deleted her save and started over, once again embarking on the path to challenge Genichiro.
Knowing Li Moran as he did, Lu Ze was certain she had become fixated on Genichiro.
She would never give up until she defeated him.
And Li Moran’s talent in illusion realms was unquestionably unrivaled in the world…
After a moment’s thought, Lu Ze raised three fingers.
“Within three days, someone will defeat Genichiro. If that doesn’t happen… I, Lu Ze, will concede the wager.”
“Deal!”
…
The commotion at the Sword Ruins of Inquiry gradually subsided.
But the players within the illusion world were anything but calm.
An illusion realm personally designed by Lu Ze, exclusive to sword cultivators, with the gimmick of isolating them from their sword cultivator insights…
With all those features combined, Sekiro was an irresistible delicacy for the cultivators of the immortal world—something none of them could afford to miss.
Countless cultivators rushed in.
Only to be beaten by Genichiro until they cried out for their mothers at practically the same moment.
…
Mu Yawen’s illusion world.
“A master… Hahaha! Brother, you’re definitely a master! Come on!”
“I’ll block it, I’ll block it, I—”
“Damn! That was a feint?”
“You look so honest! Why are your moves so vicious?!”
[Danger]!
[Death]!
…
Zhou Qiaoling’s illusion world.
“Heh heh, I’ve already completely understood the combat rules of this illusion realm.”
Facing Genichiro as he drew his katana, Zhou Qiaoling calmly took two steps backward.
“That’s why an illusion realm like this feels so realistic…”
With that, she slowly sheathed the Mortal Blade, then abruptly turned around.
“Little Brother Kuro!! Wait for me!!! I absolutely can’t beat this guy!!!!”
“Aaaah!! How did he catch up so quickly?!”
[Death]!
…
Zhou Yue’s illusion world.
[Danger]!
The instant the red characters exploded in Zhou Yue’s mind, he felt every meridian in his body begin to throb violently, while the pores across his skin seemed to spring open.
“Damn it!”
Zhou Yue immediately snapped back to reality and nimbly twisted sideways, dodging the punch Genichiro had concealed beneath a feint.
“Damn… He even uses feints? What a dirty fighter!”
Zhou Yue patted his chest, still shaken.
That feeling of danger—like a blade at his back, as though he had just brushed against the edge of death—together with that red [Danger] warning…
For some reason, it gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
“Damn it, I was thinking about something! Don’t launch a sneak attack on me!!”
“You son of a—how despicable!”
[Death]!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
