The Limitless Sword Domain.
Chen Yuan’s Illusionary Realm.
“Enough with the endless nagging. What a waste of time!”
Chen Yuan left the dilapidated temple in a foul mood, not even bothering to ask the Sculptor anything.
Genichiro had just made him lose face, and now he was desperate to win it back.
“What prosthetic arm? Those cheap tricks are beneath me!”
Chen Yuan sneered as he closed the prosthetic arm equipment menu, then strode straight outside.
The Sculptor’s dilapidated temple was located deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Ashina Castle.
Fortunately, after entering the main chapters, cultivators could use the grappling hook to get around, so the journey to Ashina Castle was not particularly long.
Chen Yuan soon arrived in the town within Ashina Castle.
“Stealth deathblows and the like? I, the Grand Elder of the Limitless Sword Sect, have never stooped to such things! A true swordsman draws his blade openly and fights with honor!”
Wielding the Kusabimaru, Chen Yuan broke through the posture of the samurai guarding the castle gate in just a few strikes, then pierced straight through the man’s chest with one thrust. He spoke with utter disdain.
After entering the city, he encountered nothing but ordinary soldiers, and his confidence began to swell.
“If we have to rely on sneak attacks to defeat common soldiers, how could we ever hope to comprehend the Way of the Sword?”
“For trash like this, I would never resort to stabbing them in the back. I’ll crush them head-on and grant them death with a single slash!”
“No matter how many of them come, I still—Huh?”
Chen Yuan was in the middle of boasting enthusiastically when he suddenly heard a loud bang.
A bullet struck him in the back, instantly staggering him.
On a platform in the distance stood a rifleman, gripping a matchlock rifle and taking dead aim at him.
“Wait… weren’t we supposed to use—”
Bang!
Another shot rang out.
“Damn it!”
Several more bullets slammed into Chen Yuan’s back.
The damage itself was not enough to kill him, but the brief stuns left him completely helpless.
Since he had not yet dealt with the soldiers in front of him, he immediately found himself surrounded and besieged.
The effortless duel he had been enjoying instantly turned into a desperate flight.
Outside the illusion, Lu Ze was having the time of his life.
He especially loved watching people get slapped in the face after showing off.
With a grin, he sent a danmu message.
[Realm Master Lu Ze: Elder Chen, when in Rome, do as the Romans do!]
As expected, the moment the message was sent, Chen Yuan’s expression visibly darkened.
The only imperfection was that the cultivators around him did not follow Lu Ze’s lead. The sky was filled with messages encouraging Chen Yuan, along with all manner of forced praise and flattery.
That was only natural.
Everyone sending messages at the moment was a cultivator with a name and reputation, watching the event in person.
Who would dare say anything out of line?
If they truly provoked Chen Yuan, he might emerge from the illusion and challenge them to a real-world duel. That would be the end of them…
When it came to attacking people, these cultivators were not even half as vicious as the anonymous netizens.
Lu Ze curled his lips.
He looked toward the direction in which Chen Yuan was fleeing. That was where the first genuine elite enemy in the entire game could be found.
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow, and an idea immediately came to him.
He decisively sank his divine sense into the backstage of the illusionary world.
Then he switched on the livestream function for everyone present…
…
Chen Yuan was being chased in a miserable state.
Still, he possessed some skill in movement techniques. Before he could die, he hurriedly used the grappling hook to reach a rooftop, then fled in panic until he reached a hilltop.
“Damn it! Using guns is such a cheap trick… If I still had my cultivation…”
Chen Yuan ground his teeth in hatred.
That earlier scene had been humiliating, to say the least.
Fortunately, he had not died.
Chen Yuan took the medicinal gourd from his waist and was just about to restore his health when he suddenly heard a disturbance behind him.
“Cluck-cluck-cluck!”
A strange crowing sound rang out.
Chen Yuan turned around curiously and saw a gigantic black rooster tilting its head as it examined him.
“What are you looking at? I’ll turn you into roast chicken!”
Seeing the lone black chicken, Chen Yuan was already in a foul mood. He glared and shouted at it.
“Cluck-cluck-cluck!”
The black chicken flew into a rage and leaped up, kicking him squarely.
Chen Yuan was in the middle of drinking his medicine and was caught completely off guard. The black chicken kicked him to death.
By an incredible coincidence, Lu Ze had activated the livestream function at exactly that moment. Countless cultivators poured into the stream and witnessed the scene firsthand.
The danmu messages immediately filled the entire sky.
[Did I just walk in and immediately see something this spectacular?]
[What a noob. This is so satisfying to watch!]
[Hahaha, the Grand Elder of the Limitless Sword Sect got solo-killed by a black chicken?]
[Spread the word! Elder Chen is inferior to Little Blackie!]
…
The sudden change in the tone of the messages made Chen Yuan’s blood pressure shoot up. His face even flushed a healthier shade of red.
Resurrection!
But soon afterward, the revival effect activated, and he rose to his feet once more.
Wolf possessed one chance to resurrect. He had to be killed twice before truly losing.
Now that his precious resurrection had been forced out by a black chicken, Chen Yuan was utterly enraged. He drew his sword and charged at the black chicken.
Outside, Lu Ze was enjoying the spectacle even more.
He had never expected Chen Yuan to be solo-killed by a black chicken—and for it to happen just as the entire crowd entered the livestream…
…
Once the livestream function had been activated, Chen Yuan was filled with complaints, but he could not voice them openly.
After learning that all the sword cultivators from the Sword Mound of Inquiry had unanimously activated their livestreams so cultivators from every realm could admire their prowess, he had even less reason to rebuke Lu Ze.
After all, Lu Ze’s stated purpose was to let the sword cultivators of each sect display their style…
If he turned the function off now, it would inevitably make him appear to be admitting his own mediocrity.
Therefore, Chen Yuan could only grit his teeth and accept it.
From that point on, he played every step with extreme caution.
After teleporting back to the Sculptor and restoring his resurrection charge, he once again set off toward Ashina Castle.
“Damn it! Why have they respawned too?!”
Chen Yuan cursed inwardly when he saw the soldiers he had just cleared out standing there again.
He braced himself and fought his way through them once more.
This time, he did not dare underestimate his opponents. Whenever he encountered a group, he would quietly sneak around to the back of an isolated soldier and instantly kill him with a stealth deathblow.
[Realm Master Lu Ze: What stealth deathblows? I, the Grand Elder of the Limitless Sword Sect, have never stooped to such things!]
Someone with a mischievous streak immediately reposted the words he had spoken earlier.
Then came a second person, a third…
Soon, the entire sky was filled with that one line, returning to haunt him.
“D-Did I say that? I don’t think I did… Wolf is a shinobi, so using a few underhanded methods is perfectly normal.”
Chen Yuan’s old face flushed as he hurriedly defended himself.
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do…”
By taking every possible precaution and using every means at his disposal, Chen Yuan cleared out the soldiers on the outskirts of Ashina Castle fairly smoothly.
He soon reached the outer gate path beneath Ashina Castle.
By then, Chen Yuan had passed through the samurai’s encirclement with almost no injuries, and he could not help feeling pleased with himself again.
“Hmph. They only have the advantage because of their numbers… In a one-on-one fight, I fear no one!”
Just as he said this, beneath a small tower behind the castle gate, a tall samurai clad in heavy armor stood in the middle of the empty ground.
Above his head was written:
[Samurai General Kawarada Naomori]
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
