"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]
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
