"Boom!!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Fierce strikes landed on the training dummy.
The flexible steel dummy, reinforced with special formations, was utterly deformed and shattered by Zhong Yi's blows.
"Senior Brother Zhong, you're amazing!" Mu Yawen gave a thumbs-up in admiration.
"Though your progress in illusion techniques hasn’t been smooth, it seems you’ve made a breakthrough in physical cultivation!"
"Junior Brother Mu… Tell me, what kind of mental state was Junior Brother Lu in when he created this illusion?" Zhong Yi murmured, his expression dazed.
Among the three of them, he had suffered the longest.
He had plenty of experience venturing outside and exploring secret realms.
Though not a master of mechanisms, his skills were far above the average cultivator.
He could say with certainty:
If you picked just a few traps from "Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors" and placed them in a secret realm, they’d be deadly.
The problem was,
In this "game," he faced over a dozen such traps per floor.
And none of them repeated!
Take the level that broke him earlier, for example.
Who would’ve thought that after dodging a barrage of apples, the real test was to answer how many apples there were?
Fine, he learned the trick and restarted.
But the next round, the apples suddenly flew at blinding speed?
After dying again, he strained his eyes to the point of tears to count them accurately—
Only for the next wave to introduce red, yellow, and gray apples.
He desperately tallied the red ones,
Only for the game to ask:
"How many yellow apples were there?"
At this point, Zhong Yi’s sanity still held.
He adapted again, counting every color meticulously.
Then, the final question was:
"How many spikes were on the wall?"
Zhong Yi immediately cursed out loud, exited the illusion, and vented his rage on the training dummy.
"Senior Brother Zhong, even you’re this furious. Could it be that Junior Brother Lu designed this illusion to temper our mental fortitude?" Mu Yawen chuckled.
"Mental fortitude?" Zhong Yi’s eyebrows rose, and the idea actually made sense.
"In that case, I misunderstood its purpose…"
He nodded thoughtfully, a hint of shame flashing in his eyes.
"Competing for dominance? That’s unbecoming of us cultivators… Junior Brother Mu, your composure puts me to shame!"
Zhong Yi looked at Mu Yawen with admiration.
"Oh? Really? Heh, hehe…"
Mu Yawen quickly hid his hands behind his back, concealing the training dummy he had twisted into a metal coil, and nodded with a dry laugh.
"Oh, right, there’s also Junior Sister Li. She’s always calm under pressure—"
As Zhong Yi turned, a terrifying wave of frost energy erupted from Li Moran’s direction.
Zhong Yi: "…"
Mu Yawen: "…"
The two exchanged glances.
Judging by Li Moran’s furrowed brows and trembling fists,
Her experience in the illusion hadn’t been pleasant either…
"BOOM—!!"
An even more chilling aura of ice exploded outward.
Li Moran opened her eyes, exiting the illusion.
Only when she saw the real world did her heaving chest gradually calm.
Her cold, composed demeanor returned.
"Junior Sister Li, how did it go?" Zhong Yi hurriedly asked.
"The task assigned by the elder is complete," Li Moran replied coolly, standing up.
"Junior Sister Li truly outshines us seniors," Mu Yawen teased, grinning at Zhong Yi.
Originally, Zhao Wendao had pinned his hopes on Zhong Yi.
But after one night, he realized his disciple was just as hopeless as he was.
So he hastily summoned Mu Yawen and Li Moran to tackle the challenge together.
With home-field advantage, if the Tianxuan Sect snatched first place, Zhao Wendao would wake up furious even in his dreams.
Li Moran was a natural at games.
She mastered action-based challenges with ease.
Yet even she was tormented by "Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors."
Now, she had broken through the 50th floor.
The difficulty was on an entirely different level.
Not only were the traps fiendishly creative, but even the straightforward sections were mind-numbingly complex!
Some spikes didn’t move at all—
But figuring out how to jump past them…
Even an expert like Li Moran struggled.
Sometimes, even knowing the correct path didn’t guarantee success.
Just now, while clearing Floor 50, a gauntlet of spike traps had pushed her to the brink.
Since the Tianxuan Sect’s record was only Floor 46, she decided to stop there and return to her cultivation on Sword Inquiry Peak.
For the first time, she found solace in the thought of training…
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Artifact Refining Pavilion, Blazepeak.
"Good disciple, where did you learn all these traps and mechanisms in your illusion? How could you design so many levels in such a short time?"
Nangong Yuan eyed Lu Ze suspiciously.
The day before, Lu Ze had crafted over a hundred maps in just an hour and a half.
Rumors spread that Nangong Yuan had secretly provided him with blueprints, allowing him to breeze through Yang Zhengxin’s test.
These rumors terrified Nangong Yuan.
He refused to take the blame for tormenting the righteous path!
"Master, I occasionally brainstorm tricky mechanisms in my free time. These designs are just casual creations," Lu Ze replied without batting an eye.
"!!!"
"???"
Nangong Yuan’s face twisted in disbelief.
Listen to yourself!
Who spends their free time making this stuff??
Are you secretly a demonic cultivator???
"What, Master doesn’t believe me? Should I make another one on the spot? You can set the requirements," Lu Ze offered cheerfully.
"No, no, I believe you!" Nangong Yuan waved his hands frantically, fearing humiliation.
"By the way, since you designed these traps, you must know how to clear them?"
"Of course."
"Perfect! The Grand Elder is worried the Tianxuan Sect might take first place. With your help—"
Before Nangong Yuan could finish, Lu Ze gasped in shock.
"Master, are you suggesting… that I help the sect cheat!?"
Nangong Yuan stammered, "W-what cheating? I just meant… guiding your fellow disciples, cough cough…"
Lu Ze raised his voice, righteous indignation blazing in his eyes.
"Master! We are a righteous sect!"
"Taking shortcuts for glory goes against our principles!"
"Fairness and justice are the core values of Lingxiao Sect. This is wrong!"
His inner monologue:
Yeah right, if I give out the strategies, where will I farm my demonic cred?
Nangong Yuan was speechless.
Lu Ze’s response was so morally upright that he had no rebuttal.
But then it hit him—
Wait a minute!
You spend your free time designing torture devices, and now you’re preaching righteousness??
Gritting his teeth, Nangong Yuan relented.
"Fine. About those live-streaming artifact components we discussed earlier… I’ll see what I can do."
Seeing Lu Ze remain unmoved, he added after a pause:
"You may choose one artifact that catches your eye from my treasure vault," the master said.
Lu Ze: "But then again..."
Nangong Yuan: "..."
...
Nangong Yuan naturally didn’t reveal all the strategies, only providing a few key pieces of information that would help the Lingxiao Sect stay ahead of other sects.
After sending Nangong Yuan away, the system’s voice echoed in his mind:
[Congratulations, Host. Within a single day, you have slain a total of ___ cultivators!]
[Host has exceeded the mission requirements. Reward multiplier activated!]
[Obtained Artifact: Ten Thousand Souls Banner]
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
