In the original game of Lu Ze’s previous life, players had a considerable degree of freedom when it came to neutral NPCs.
Take the Bald Man they had once encountered at Hirata Estate, for example. Players could either speak with him to obtain clues about a treasure, or simply choose to kill him on the spot.
In fact, if a player killed the Bald Man three years earlier, then he would not appear at all in the official timeline.
There were others as well, such as Inosuke, who helped Wolf attack Juzou the Drunkard at Hirata Estate. Players could attack him too.
Zhong Yi had once been mocked by the livestream chat for killing this lifesaving benefactor, and the jokes had continued for the entire night.
In Lu Ze’s illusion, this freedom had been pushed even further.
Players could attack every NPC on equal terms.
Just like Isshin Ashina, the true lord of Ashina Castle and the man known as the strongest Sword Saint.
“Oh my, oh my… What an ambitious wolf.”
Isshin Ashina casually deflected Li Moran’s blade. The silver-gray katana in his hand swayed ever so slightly, and the air around him seemed to distort.
“!”
Li Moran’s expression changed dramatically. The air pressed down on her like solid iron, making her feel immense pressure.
“But you’re still too green.”
Isshin Ashina’s figure abruptly vanished. The katana in his hand came crashing down toward her face like Mount Tai itself…
…
The first time anyone faced Isshin Ashina, defeat was inevitable.
Even Li Moran, hailed as a genius in both reality and the illusion, was no exception.
After all, this was Isshin Ashina.
The theoretical ceiling of Ashina’s combat strength.
Whether in his old age or at the height of his power, he was an extremely difficult opponent in the game.
Even according to Lu Ze’s settings, Isshin Ashina was merely testing her at this point and had yet to reveal his full strength. He was still an existence that players found nearly impossible to overcome.
Li Moran resurrected at the Sculptor’s Idol. Rather than feeling discouraged, a rare smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
She rose from the Sculptor’s Idol but did not immediately seek out Isshin Ashina again. Instead, she closed her eyes and began recalling his techniques.
“Phew…”
Li Moran exhaled a breath of stale air. Then she opened her eyes, drew the Kusabimaru in her hand, and imitated several sword forms from memory.
“…That’s not right.”
Li Moran furrowed her brows.
The chopping motion was clearly very simple, yet she could distinctly feel that her sword technique lacked the power Isshin Ashina’s possessed.
She tried another technique.
She drew her sword and unleashed a cross-shaped slash, the movement dazzlingly graceful.
“No… The speed is wrong.”
Li Moran shook her head again.
If the first technique merely possessed the form without the substance, then this cross-shaped slash could not even maintain its shape.
After all, Wolf’s basic attributes were fixed. The upper limit of his sword-swinging speed was already set there, and no player could break through it using their physical abilities alone.
“If even this is impossible, then that technique will be even more…”
Li Moran muttered to herself. Gripping the arm that held the sword, she swung it with all her might. The movement appeared chaotic and even somewhat comical.
The livestream chat was utterly baffled. Some people even thought Li Moran had been beaten senseless by Isshin Ashina.
But when Lu Ze saw this scene, a cold sweat broke out across his entire body.
Others could not recognize what was happening, but Lu Ze understood it all too well.
His monstrous senior sister was practicing the Ashina style’s Ichimonji, Ichimonji: Double, and Isshin Ashina’s ultimate technique—Isshin.
Although merely imitating the techniques could not reproduce their actual skill effects within the illusion’s rules, Li Moran’s actions still made Lu Ze feel that there was a real risk she might clear the game ahead of schedule.
With that thought, Lu Ze hurriedly entered the main server world where the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit resided.
“The plan has changed. Get ready to log in!”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
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."
