Phoenix Fire Pavilion.
The temporary residence of Qingshan Sect disciples.
"What!? You're saying... disciples from other sects are all challenging that illusion realm!?"
Yang Zhengxin could hardly believe what he was hearing.
The illusion realm created by Lu Ze—he would never set foot in it again in this lifetime!
Yet, according to the sect disciples,
disciples from the other four major sects were all frantically competing for the leaderboard!
"That's right... and the Lingxiao Sect even hung the rankings right in the center of the Spirit Gathering Hall for everyone to see!"
The inner sect disciple delivering the news said with a bitter expression.
"Then, how are the other sects performing?"
"The Tianxuan Sect and Lingxiao Sect are fighting for first place, followed by the Cloud Immortal Palace, with the Infinite Sword Sect trailing behind."
"Such enthusiasm..."
After hearing the report, Yang Zhengxin frowned.
He still looked down on Lu Ze's illusion realm.
Yet somehow, it had become a benchmark for sect prestige.
Even if he despised it, he had to consider the sect's reputation.
At the very least, he had to think about his own face.
According to the disciple, his current score was dead last...
"What about Xu Huoyao? Has he participated?" Yang Zhengxin quickly asked.
Xu Huoyao was Qingshan Sect's most outstanding true disciple in recent years, with exceptional comprehension.
If true disciples from other sects were making a name for themselves, Yang Zhengxin believed Xu Huoyao wouldn't lag far behind.
The sect's reputation naturally rested on Xu Huoyao's shoulders.
"Senior Brother Xu? He..."
Before the inner sect disciple could finish, a commotion erupted outside.
"Senior Brother! Don’t be rash... calm down!!"
"Get out of my way! All of you, scram!! I’m going to the Artifact Refining Pavilion right now to smash his head in—let’s see if his spikes are harder or my fists!!!"
"..."
Yang Zhengxin’s hopeful smile froze on his face.
He stood and pushed the door open.
The one shouting outside was none other than true disciple Xu Huoyao.
At that moment, he was being restrained by another true disciple and two inner sect disciples, his black-purple flames erupting uncontrollably.
Clearly, he was furious.
"Fool! Stop this at once!" Yang Zhengxin roared.
A surge of divine might descended, suppressing the wild flames.
"Master..." Xu Huoyao, regaining his senses, hastily bowed. "Forgive me... I acted recklessly..."
"Hmph. Just days ago, I praised your improved temperament to the other elders... What drove you to such fury?" Yang Zhengxin asked coldly.
"I wanted to restore our sect’s honor, so I bought a mini illusion tower and the illusion crystal for Are You a Cultivator? Descend 100 Floors."
"But who knew... it would be so insidious..."
"Those spikes didn’t feel like preset traps—they seemed alive, dodging wherever I moved!"
"I suspect that Lu Ze is manipulating it behind the scenes to humiliate our Qingshan Sect..."
"That’s why I..."
The moment Xu Huoyao recalled his ordeal in Are You a Cultivator? Descend 100 Floors, his face twisted with rage.
He had always been hot-tempered.
After such humiliation, he was beyond furious.
"..."
Yang Zhengxin was speechless.
He had been counting on Xu Huoyao to turn things around.
Yet here he was, even more unhinged than himself...
"Forget it. Focus on preparing for the upcoming martial demonstration."
Yang Zhengxin waved his hand irritably.
"This ranking isn’t worth it."
"When the real competition begins... we’ll show them our true strength!"
......
Lingxiao Peak.
The cultivation hall reserved for true disciples.
Months ago, no one would have imagined that the high-tier illusion tower for true disciples would now be running a crude, low-budget illusion realm.
Inside Zhong Yi’s Are You a Cultivator? Descend 100 Floors, maddened curses and laughter echoed endlessly.
After countless trials,
he still couldn’t fathom Lu Ze’s twisted design.
Take the last attempt, for example.
He entered a new level, saw two apple trees, and immediately sensed danger.
Sure enough, walking past got him crushed by falling apples.
At the second tree, he wised up.
He baited the apple to drop, then dodged with a backflip.
Zhong Yi thought he had cracked the code.
Then he approached the third tree, poised to jump—
Guess what?
The ground wrinkled up and smothered him to death.
At this point, Zhong Yi was still holding on.
But when the fourth tree’s apples stayed put while the trunk zoomed sideways to flatten him, he started losing it.
Then the fifth tree, the sixth...
...
By the time he thought he was about to clear the stage,
a crow swooped in, grabbed the tree, and bludgeoned him to death.
Even someone as steadfast as Zhong Yi couldn’t take it anymore.
He exited the illusion and unleashed his fury on a training dummy.
Mu Yawen watched, stunned.
The dummy was forged from pliant steel, reinforced with advanced formations—nearly indestructible.
Yet Zhong Yi, a cultivator who rarely resorted to brute force, almost pummeled it to scrap with bare fists...
......
Much later.
"I—I’m about to set a new record!!! I’m gonna clear it!!!!"
Zhong Yi’s triumphant roar shook the entire hall.
The outburst yanked Mu Yawen out of his own illusion, and he peered curiously at Zhong Yi’s projected screen.
"Senior Brother, I thought you were going for first place... Turns out you’re just beating your own score."
"A journey of a thousand miles begins—"
"Senior Brother, you’re still 18 levels behind the top rank."
"...Junior Brother Mu, why are you so free? Go cultivate."
"Oh..."
Mu Yawen slunk away.
Zhong Yi’s path to victory was paved with suffering.
Mainly because his reflexes were terrible.
Others relied on talent and speed.
Zhong Yi brute-forced his way through sheer repetition.
Gazing at the new level, he sighed deeply.
He had finally breached ten floors, earning a respectable spot in the top 500 rankings.
"Ha! More apples? Bring it! Let’s see if you can touch me!"
Zhong Yi’s declaration was bold.
At the center of the map, a cannon spewed red apples in a steady stream.
Countless deaths had taught him one thing: everything here was deceitful.
Not just the apples.
Even a blade of grass could be a death trap.
The worst was when he spotted a soul-gathering array and instinctively tried to activate a respawn point.
Turns out, even that could be fake...
Dodging the slow-moving apples with ease, Zhong Yi scoffed.
"Ha. Junior Brother Lu still has some mercy left—it’s not all impossible."
He shook his head with a smile, effortlessly evading wave after wave.
Just as he thought he’d survived unscathed,
a line of text blazed across the sky:
[How many red apples appeared just now?]
"?????"
Zhong Yi’s face twitched violently.
You’ve got to be kidding me...
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
