Wolf clapped his hands and used a secret technique to dispel Kuro’s illusion. Kuro’s eyes gradually cleared.
Just then, a cold, aged voice rang out:
“Long time no see… Owl’s son.”
Wolf looked up. Approaching him was an old woman draped in a cloak, her hair completely white. Her eyes were filled with a cold, numb death wish.
“Lady Butterfly…”
Wolf’s expression instantly turned solemn.
Just from watching the cutscene, Zhong Yi could tell that the old woman was an incredibly powerful opponent.
Even at the peak of his strength, Wolf might not have been able to defeat her with absolute certainty.
“Lord Kuro, you must leave.”
Wolf calmly stepped in front of Kuro. The scene gave Zhong Yi a strange sense of déjà vu.
As Kuro gritted his teeth and left, Zhong Yi was reminded more and more of his battle against Genichiro in the reed field beneath the moonlight.
“Oh, crap… I’m not going to lose my right arm again, am I?”
Zhong Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
By now, Wolf had drawn Kusabimaru, while four razor-sharp kunai appeared between Lady Butterfly’s fingers.
The cutscene ended, and Zhong Yi regained control of the character.
“Ah, holding Kusabimaru again… I feel confident all over.”
Zhong Yi glanced at the blade in his hand, and his heart immediately settled. He took a deep breath and looked toward Lady Butterfly.
“Come on! Don’t say I’m picking on an old lady!”
…
…
Meanwhile.
Within Zhou Yue’s illusionary world.
“One thousand six hundred and eighty-eight…”
“One thousand six hundred and eighty-nine…”
“One thousand six hundred and ninety…”
“One thousand six hundred and ninety-one! Got it!”
At last, a red Deathblow marker appeared on the Headless’s chest. Zhou Yue let out a roar and drove Kusabimaru into its chest, the blade carrying a fearsome killing intent.
As blood sprayed into the air, a bright server-wide announcement appeared within the illusion:
“Lingxiao Sect · Zhou Yue has completed the first kill of Elite · Headless: Heng General (Normal)!”
“Hahaha! I finally did it!”
Zhou Yue took a quick look at the Spiritfall prosthetic tool he had obtained from the Headless, then stowed it away.
Compared to the treasures that dropped, the sense of accomplishment from overcoming countless obstacles through his own strength was what truly exhilarated him.
Before learning about the crucial item known as Divine Confetti, Zhou Yue had been completely helpless against the Headless.
Zhong Yi had watched his livestream for quite some time and quickly thought of a solution:
Since deflecting attacks increased the Terror gauge, why not simply stop deflecting and focus entirely on dodging?
Without deflecting, he couldn’t fill the Posture gauge and finish the fight that way. So, to kill the Headless, he could only choose the simplest and most foolish method of all: mindlessly hacking away.
The solution was straightforward, but the difficulty was extreme.
It meant that Zhou Yue couldn’t take even a single hit from start to finish, all while chipping away at the Headless with ordinary attacks—more than a thousand of them—to bring it down.
There was no denying it: when it came to sheer perseverance, Zhou Yue was an absolute genius.
He had actually hacked away more than sixteen hundred times, literally cutting the supposedly invincible Headless to death…
“What?! There’s also something called Divine Confetti?! Damn it, Zhong, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?!”
The moment he heard the chat jeering at him, Zhou Yue grew furious.
Heaven knew how much effort it had taken to land more than sixteen hundred attacks without making a single mistake.
“I’m going to Zhong’s livestream and cursing him out!”
Fuming, Zhou Yue opened Zhong Yi’s livestream.
The moment he entered, he saw a blood-red “DEATH” across the screen.
The image was accompanied by a mocking voice:
“You’re nothing more than a little dog, at best!”
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
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...
