Xiao Hongzhi was also baffled.
Illusion Trial?
Demon Sect Escape?
I have no clue either!
As a senior inner disciple, he had never even heard of such a thing.
While inner disciples could freely access the training grounds and use the Illusion Tower at will,
it wasn’t exactly some miraculous, wildly popular attraction.
The Illusion Trial was just… practical.
For example, disciples lacking combat experience could spar with phantom beasts inside to gain experience and avoid getting killed in the real world.
Or some course assessments would set up challenges there to prevent injuries.
Or the few battle-crazed enthusiasts who enjoyed testing themselves against the lingering will of past experts…
Practical? Sure. But hardly a hotspot.
The only truly valuable ones were the illusions featuring powerful demons or legendary cultivators.
But those required expensive spirit stones to unlock—far beyond the means of ordinary outer disciples.
Normally, the illusion training area was deserted, with barely anyone coming or going.
Yet now, these outer disciples were emerging with exhilaration, as if they couldn’t get enough.
From the sound of it, they were even planning to go back and spend spirit stones on temporary tokens to continue the trial?
Some even wanted to grind through the night?
"Are the outer disciples just that inexperienced… or are they just that hardworking?"
Xiao Hongzhi shot a puzzled look at his junior brother.
Even with limited exposure, how could a mere Illusion Trial leave them so awestruck?
Especially one for practicing the rudimentary "Cloud-Shattering Steps."
He’d heard of this particular illusion—apparently, it was a practice project by a disciple from the Artifact Refining Pavilion who was just learning to construct realms.
Makes sense. Why would any expert go through the trouble of crafting a realm for such a basic movement technique?
A student’s first attempt—quality was to be expected.
From what he gathered, it was just jumping back and forth between two mountains to familiarize oneself with the technique. Nothing more.
The more Xiao Hongzhi thought about it, the weirder it seemed.
Even outer disciples wouldn’t be so impressed by something this… basic. Were they?
Unless…
They were just that dedicated?
Hiss—
Xiao Hongzhi sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling the pressure.
Disciples of the Lingxiao Sect were notoriously competitive.
Now that he knew even outer disciples were grinding tirelessly, sipping tea here felt almost shameful.
"But what about all that talk earlier? Spirit stones, spirit beasts, treasures… even escaping demon sect pursuers?"
His junior brother’s confusion deepened.
"Senior Brother Xiao, have you ever heard of an Illusion Trial like this?"
"Maybe… we should check it out?" Xiao Hongzhi suggested.
"My thoughts exactly."
……
……
Half an hour later.
The two stood in stunned silence after exiting Demon Sect Escape.
"Senior Brother, how far did you get?"
"Only three hundred steps… You?"
"A bit worse—just over two hundred."
Xiao Hongzhi’s expression was complicated as he glanced at the excited outer disciples around them.
Before leaving, he’d checked the leaderboard.
He’d been smug about his three hundred steps—until he realized he didn’t even crack the top hundred!
The top scorer, some Zhang Ming, had reached an absurd two thousand-plus steps.
But here’s the thing—
Outer disciples were all at the Qi Refining stage.
He was a Golden Core cultivator!
A Golden Core inner disciple, losing to outer disciples in a trial?
By a landslide?
How was he supposed to face anyone after this?!
"Senior Brother… is there something wrong with this Illusion Trial?"
Yang Zhuo was utterly frustrated.
"Not necessarily."
Xiao Hongzhi shook his head.
His experience was broader, after all.
"What we entered wasn’t our true bodies. The illusion trial can restrict cultivation realms… The mighty one who created this trial must have tampered with it."
Xiao Hongzhi was right.
Lu Ze had indeed done exactly that.
Once players entered the game, their cultivation would be suppressed to the Qi Refining stage.
The divine abilities granted by innate talent and cultivation would all be rendered useless.
Otherwise, whoever had a higher realm would dominate, and players would quickly lose interest.
Why bother playing the game?
Might as well go outside and train to break through instead.
Lu Ze needed to maximize the player base.
Whether they were mighty figures who could traverse the heavens or ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, he wanted them all.
With his own Qi Refining cultivation, naturally, he couldn’t suppress a Golden Core expert’s realm.
Fortunately, the great master who developed the illusion trial had already perfected the necessary techniques—Lu Ze only had to borrow them.
"So that’s how it is. No wonder."
His junior brother suddenly understood.
"No!"
Xiao Hongzhi shook his head firmly and channeled spiritual energy into the token again.
"If we inner sect disciples lose to outer sect disciples, it’ll become a joke."
"I will reclaim first place!"
……
……
"Have you heard? The Artifact Refining Pavilion released a new illusion trial. They say inner sect disciples got crushed by outer sect ones!"
"No way! The gap between inner and outer sect is way too big for that."
"How could it be fake? Even Xiao Hongzhi from Qingfeng Mountain lost! And he lost badly—now he’s fuming!"
"Xiao Hongzhi lost? A Golden Core expert defeated by a Qi Refiner?"
"What an embarrassment! I’ll go restore the inner sect’s honor right now!"
……
News of Xiao Hongzhi’s defeat in the illusion trial spread like wildfire.
More and more inner sect disciples flocked to the Artifact Refining Pavilion to experience Demon Sect Escape.
But once they entered, not a single one could tear themselves away.
Inner sect disciples had more ways to communicate.
Their telepathic channels were in chaos.
"Damn, this trial is full of tricks! Beast Taming Peak disciples, assemble!"
"Tsk… This batch of outer sect disciples is shockingly strong!"
"So fun! This trial is amazing!"
"Fun? Aren’t you supposed to be fighting?"
"Hahaha! I finally broke 2,000 steps! The top spot is within reach!"
"2,000 steps? The leader’s already nearing 3,000!"
"Outer sect prodigy Zhang Ming, at Qi Refining realm, has traversed 3,000 steps… Over a hundred inner sect disciples have fallen. Everyone, come quickly—let’s suppress him and salvage our inner sect’s dignity!"
"Zhang Ming? Why have I never heard this name before?"
"What 3,000 steps? I don’t get it at all."
"Stop wasting time! You’ll understand once you get here!"
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
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?!
