“Old Zhong, Old Zhong!”
“What is it? I just beat the Samurai General and was about to take on Gyoubu Oniwa!”
Zhong Yi was completely baffled at being interrupted by Zhou Yue, and exited the illusion.
“Before Junior Brother Lu left, he gave me this brocade pouch. He told me to open it if you beat the Samurai General. I suppose it’s a gift he left for you?”
Zhou Yue took out a small, deep-blue brocade pouch, looking thoughtful.
At first, he had wondered what the Samurai General was supposed to be. It was only after Zhong Yi defeated him that Zhou Yue remembered the matter—and nearly forgot about it again.
“Why didn’t he just give it to me directly?”
Zhong Yi took the pouch curiously and opened it with great care.
A surge of spiritual energy flowed out, forming a simple-looking formation that instantly spread through the air.
“This… There’s nothing here?”
Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi were both dumbfounded.
The formation looked exceedingly simple. It seemed to be some sort of creation spell meant to summon simple objects, rather than anything profound or mysterious.
“Did Junior Brother Lu say anything else?”
Zhong Yi asked, puzzled.
“He also said… after opening the pouch, we should go outside and take a look?”
Zhou Yue’s face was filled with suspicion.
Their curiosity was piqued. The two of them immediately flew out of the Azurecloud Pavilion, and at once saw the immense sect plaza bustling with activity. The sound of excited voices could be heard from far away, and the entire place was filled with the festive atmosphere of a holiday.
“What is this?”
Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue instantly teleported to the sect plaza.
Lanterns, fireworks, firecrackers…
It looked just like New Year’s.
A massive red banner fluttered in the sky. Written across it were the words:
[Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhong for defeating the Samurai General after a full day of effort!]
“What the hell?!”
Zhong Yi’s face instantly turned green. He clenched his fists and ground his teeth.
“Lu! Junior! Brother!”
The disciples coming and going through the sect plaza all had smiles in their eyes, though they were desperately trying to hold them back.
After all, the person in question was standing right in front of them—and he was none other than the chief true disciple of the Lingxiao Sect.
Just then, one of the disciples suddenly shouted excitedly:
“Good news, good news! Senior Sister Li is about to defeat Genichiro!!!”
“What? Genichiro?”
Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.
As the first boss to brutally humble players immediately after they finished the tutorial, Genichiro Ashina had left a deep impression on everyone.
“Wait… this thing can actually be killed? Didn’t you say this was a scripted death, Old Zhong?”
Zhou Yue was stunned.
“Th-this… Senior Sister Li fought for an entire day and night?”
Zhong Yi was equally incredulous.
He had thought of a way to challenge Genichiro repeatedly from the very beginning: deleting the save and starting over.
But he had never imagined that Li Moran could endure such a tedious process and challenge him continuously for an entire day and night.
The two exchanged a smile, then hurried back to the Azurecloud Pavilion and immediately entered the live-stream illusion.
Li Moran rarely started a live stream.
However, every cultivator participating in the Sword Ruins of Seeking the Dao had been placed under a unified live stream by Lu Ze.
That was Genichiro, possessed of an invincible bearing.
Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi did not want to miss the moment this miracle was born.
…
…
At the same time.
The Boundless Sword Domain.
“Die!”
Chen Yuan let out a furious shout, leaped behind Gyoubu Oniwa, and thrust his sword through the lethal red mark on the man’s chest.
As Gyoubu Oniwa breathed his last, Chen Yuan felt utterly exhausted.
His deflection skills were far from solid. He had been tormented by Gyoubu Oniwa countless times before finally managing to defeat him.
During that time, he had also endured an unknown amount of online abuse.
There was no sense of accomplishment whatsoever. His entire face was plastered with exhaustion.
“Impressive! Just as expected of Elder Chen!”
Lu Ze’s voice rang out beside him.
Chen Yuan frowned, exited the illusion with resentment written all over his face, and looked toward Lu Ze.
“Why is Elder Chen looking at me like that? I bear no ill will. I even prepared a gift for you… Look!”
Lu Ze waved his hand with a hearty laugh.
A banner unfurled across the sky above the Boundless Sword Domain.
[Congratulations to Elder Chen for defeating the boss Gyoubu Oniwa after only eighty-eight deaths!]
The sword cultivators disturbed by the commotion all exited their illusions. Upon seeing the banner, every one of them wore an expression that said they wanted to laugh but did not dare.
By then, a full day and night had passed since Sekiro was released. Most of the cultivators had already cleared Gyoubu Oniwa and begun exploring deeper into Ashina Castle.
Chen Yuan’s progress was clearly well below average.
“You…”
Chen Yuan’s face immediately darkened.
“Come now, Elder Chen. What’s wrong with eighty-eight deaths? That’s an auspicious number! We had to celebrate!”
Lu Ze clapped cheerfully, and his words immediately drew a few scattered laughs from the crowd.
Chen Yuan’s eyes held a trace of fury, but he could not bring himself to lash out.
“There are countless paths in the sword dao. My swordsmanship merely runs contrary to True Disciple Lu’s. That does not necessarily prove that I am weaker…”
Chen Yuan’s gaze was dark as he struggled to suppress his anger.
“Oh? I never said Elder Chen was incapable. It’s just that we agreed you had to clear the illusion within five days.”
Lu Ze smiled, his gaze brimming with confidence.
Chen Yuan could not help but frown.
The difficulty of Sekiro’s illusion had surpassed his expectations.
Between suppressing one’s cultivation and tempering one’s swordsmanship, Sekiro had indeed carved out an entirely different path.
At this rate, clearing Sekiro within five days would be difficult not only for him—perhaps no sword cultivator present could accomplish it!
If things continued this way, he was certain to lose!
Of course…
If the other condition was met, then the outcome would be another matter entirely.
“Heh. True Disciple Lu, don’t forget what you said earlier… If no one defeats Genichiro within three days, you lose.”
At the thought of this, the frown between Chen Yuan’s brows eased slightly.
Everyone had witnessed Genichiro Ashina’s strength.
All the elites and bosses they had encountered so far were leagues beneath Genichiro.
More importantly, setting aside his strength and the difficulty of the battle, Genichiro’s fight had one fatal problem:
Once defeated, the battle immediately transitioned into a cutscene. The cultivators could not challenge him repeatedly as they could other enemies!
He refused to believe that some fool would replay the entire story over and over just to be brutally beaten by Genichiro.
Seeing the confidence on Chen Yuan’s face, Lu Ze blinked, then raised his head and looked toward a corner on the eastern side of the Boundless Sword Domain.
There really was such a fool in this world…
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted from the viewing platform above the Boundless Sword Domain.
“She’s got it! She’s about to do it!”
“Only three more strikes… Just three!”
“True Disciple Li is about to defeat Genichiro!!!”
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
