The Boundless Sword Domain.
Chen Yuan’s illusionary world.
The sky was filled with a dense barrage of comments.
【Slow down, Old Geezer. Don’t throw out your back.】
【The first kill was taken by Zhou, the Lingxiao Sect’s True Disciple. Is the Old Geezer getting anxious?】
【Does the Boundless Sword Sect not have a single fighter worth watching?】
【Why do I feel like Sekiro has more substance than the Sword-Seeking Ruins…】
【Die slower, Old Geezer.】
…
As everyone knew, the more desperate a streamer became, the more vicious the comments grew.
That had been true for Lu Ze in his previous life, and it was just as true in the cultivation world now.
“You little brats, shut your mouths!”
Chen Yuan flew into a rage. His Mortal Blade slipped, and he struck one time too many. The Samurai General instantly punished his greed with a slash, knocking him down and costing him his first life.
“Calm down, calm down… I mustn’t lower myself to the level of these rats…”
Chen Yuan’s face flushed red, his chest heaving.
Under the combined torment of the barrage and the Samurai General, he had lost his composure more times than he could count.
He had also died more times than he could count.
There were simply too many deaths.
Although Chen Yuan’s talent in the illusion was nothing extraordinary, it was still on par with that of an ordinary person.
After dying several times, he finally drew on his talent for swordsmanship and found a few tricks.
Once he calmed down, he tried his best to ignore the barrage in the sky and focused solely on the sword in the Samurai General’s hands.
By then, he had more or less grasped the basic rhythm of deflecting attacks. After several grueling clashes, he finally defeated the boss with only a sliver of health left.
“If you hadn’t kept disrupting my state of mind, an enemy of this caliber would have been defeated long ago!”
As he watched the Samurai General slowly collapse, the pent-up frustration in Chen Yuan’s heart was finally released.
The moment he finished speaking, a conspicuous, colorful comment floated across the sky.
【Realm Master Lu Ze: Elder Chen, the Samurai General is merely an elite enemy. It’s not a boss at all.】
Lu Ze was not deliberately trying to deceive him.
After all, later in the game, the Samurai General was nothing more than an ordinary elite enemy—he could no longer impress anyone.
The reason Lu Ze had issued a first-kill announcement was simply because of its status as the gatekeeper enemy.
At the sight of that comment, the corner of Chen Yuan’s mouth twitched violently.
The Samurai General, whom he had barely defeated after dying dozens of times, was only an elite enemy?
Was this illusion purely designed to torment people?
For a moment, Chen Yuan felt like backing out.
But when he saw the dense barrage jeering in the sky, he knew he could not retreat now.
This time, the illusion was not like Is a Cultivator, Then Descend One Hundred Floors, which existed purely to torment people. It genuinely offered insight into the Dao of the sword.
Combined with the gimmick of the “first-kill announcement,” Sekiro’s status in the cultivation world was no longer that of a mere entry in the Sword-Seeking Ruins competition.
It had become a channel through which the various sects could display their strength and style!
“So what if it’s only an elite enemy? Even if I had to fight Genichiro again, I might not lose!”
Chen Yuan snorted coldly. He returned to the Sculptor’s Idol to restore himself to full health, then continued exploring.
As an introductory tutor for deflection techniques, the Samurai General could be defeated through sheer skill. Anyone who managed to beat him could be considered to have gotten the hang of the illusion.
The journey afterward went much more smoothly.
As long as they did not appear in overwhelming numbers, ordinary soldiers no longer posed any threat to Chen Yuan.
With no one around to watch Chen Yuan get brutalized, the number of viewers in the live stream plummeted, and the barrage in the sky thinned considerably.
Chen Yuan immediately felt several times more confident.
He soon arrived at an area known as the Ashina Outskirts’ stairway.
Not far away, two gatekeeping soldiers were warming themselves by a bonfire, muttering something about “being afraid of fire.”
“What are you babbling about? Just die!”
After merging into the illusion, Chen Yuan had abandoned the bearing of a grandmaster. He went straight for a backstab, killing one enemy without injury through a stealth deathblow, then killed the other head-on.
He entered through the gate.
At the top of the steep staircase, a hideously ugly, extraordinarily tall savage was tied to a wooden structure.
Above its head, the name was written in stark letters:
【Chained Ogre】
“Oh? So this is the boss?”
Chen Yuan took a deep breath to suppress his nervousness and drew his Mortal Blade.
The Chained Ogre struggled frantically on the wooden frame. Seeing that the ropes binding it were about to snap, Chen Yuan stopped worrying about honor and thrust his sword forward.
“Roar—!”
The instant the blade sank into its flesh, the Chained Ogre let out a furious roar, shaking off both the ropes and the sword. Eyes burning red, it came straight toward Chen Yuan.
The shinobi was small in stature, while the Chained Ogre stood nearly three meters tall.
An immense sense of oppression crashed down upon him.
“It doesn’t even have a weapon. All it has is brute strength? What a useless creature!”
Seeing the Chained Ogre’s empty hands, Chen Yuan secretly relaxed.
If the monster had been carrying a two-meter-long greatsword to match its appearance, he might genuinely have felt like giving up.
As the saying went, greater reach meant greater advantage. Chen Yuan was confident he could kite this oversized brute to death.
“Prepare to—huh?”
Chen Yuan thrust his sword forward. The Chained Ogre seemed completely unaffected; it did not even flinch. Instead, it raised one leg, and the unexpected move left Chen Yuan stunned.
He had already spent two hours inside Sekiro.
After dying more than a hundred times and facing countless enemies, raising his sword to deflect an opponent’s katana had become instinctive.
But the Chained Ogre had nothing in its hands. It had simply raised its leg as if preparing to kick him…
Should he block or not?
Could kicks and punches be deflected too?
Chen Yuan instinctively thought of Naraka: Bladepoint.
The situation was like being asked to deflect the blade of an unarmed opponent in Naraka: Bladepoint.
After a brief hesitation, Chen Yuan still chose to guard.
As expected, it failed. The Chained Ogre kicked him backward, and his health bar dropped sharply.
“Damn it! Of course that can’t be blocked!”
Chen Yuan cursed under his breath.
At that moment, killing intent suddenly surged.
【Peril】!
An intense sense of danger squeezed his nerves.
After fighting the Samurai General several times, Chen Yuan had developed a new understanding of how to deal with 【Peril】 attacks.
That was: do not counter—dodge!
There were three types of 【Peril】 attacks.
Being able to identify the correct response in the brief instant between life and death was no easy task.
Especially since, in Lu Ze’s illusion, the moves used by each elite enemy and boss had more variations than in the original game, making them even harder to read.
Clearly, dodging was the safest choice.
Chen Yuan instinctively leaped backward.
The Chained Ogre, however, took a huge step forward and lunged at him with a body-slam.
In an instant, Chen Yuan was hoisted above the Chained Ogre’s head and slammed hard into the ground, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
Strangely enough, the live stream, which had gradually been growing quieter, suddenly came alive again. Its viewer count began climbing wildly.
【Hahaha, the Old Geezer is getting bullied again!】
【A loving embrace!】
【Let’s start a pool. How many times do you think Elder Chen will die this time?】
…
At that very moment, on the viewing platform above the Boundless Sword Domain, Lu Ze was secretly boosting the popularity of Chen Yuan’s live stream by hand.
As expected of the Chained Ogre—the nightmare of every beginner.
You’re doing great!
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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.
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