In Lu Ze’s original plan, the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao wasn’t supposed to start possessing certain bosses and giving cultivators all kinds of brutal beatings until the third playthrough.
At the cultivators’ current pace, it would take at least half a month to reach the third playthrough.
That meant the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao would have to sit around bored for half a month.
Aside from transforming into the Crazy Old Woman at the Ascension Base these past few days, it had been so idle it was practically smoking.
Hearing Lu Ze’s suggestion, the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao shook its head with feigned disdain.
“Why should I take orders from you? I’m not going.”
“Oh, please… You’re so bored you’ve practically grown mold.”
“Hmph. I have no interest in bullying defenseless mortals.”
“Give me a break. Your eyes were practically glowing just now, you know? They were about to blind me…”
“…”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao immediately squeezed its eyes shut, clasped its hands behind its back, and turned away.
“I’ll say it one more time! I have no interest in this sort of thing!”
“All right, all right, I know you’re not interested…”
Lu Ze spread his hands helplessly, half amused and half exasperated.
He had been so eager that he had forgotten the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao was a tsundere with a painfully small ego.
“Here’s the thing… There’s this idiot who claims he’ll surpass the Heavenly Dao sooner or later, and he’s constantly mouthing off at you. I simply can’t stand by and watch!”
“Who?”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao immediately flew into a rage.
“Him!”
Lu Ze snapped his fingers, and an illusion appeared between them.
In the scene, Chen Yuan was being beaten by Lady Butterfly until he was crying for his parents and scrambling around in utter panic…
“…You’re saying this pathetic excuse for a man actually dared to say something like that?”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao looked at Lu Ze suspiciously.
Without the slightest blush, Lu Ze thumped his chest and guaranteed, “That’s right! That old bastard is relying on his higher cultivation realm and superior status to say whatever he wants. If you ever run into him, you absolutely mustn’t go easy on him…”
“Hmph… Fine, then. I’ll go meet him.”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao gave a cold snort and accepted the suggestion while it had the chance.
“No, no, no… I think you should practice first.”
Seeing that the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao had agreed, Lu Ze breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands. The scene in the air changed once again.
It shifted to the battle between Li Moran and Isshin Ashina.
“…Let’s use her for practice and help you familiarize yourself with the local customs. How does that sound?”
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…
Lu Ze swore to the heavens that he absolutely hadn’t intended to torment Li Moran.
It was purely because his system mission required that no one clear the game within five days.
But judging from Li Moran’s progress, clearing the first playthrough within five days would be a piece of cake…
Who could have expected that, after watching Isshin Ashina’s attacks in the illusion, she would actually imitate several aspects of the Ashina style?
Still, Lu Ze wasn’t worried that Li Moran would truly be able to cultivate the Ashina style’s techniques. He had refined the rules long ago and sealed up that loophole.
Every school of techniques required a unique kind of “energy.”
That “energy” could only be comprehended by studying the corresponding secret manual. Merely learning the form of the techniques wouldn’t allow someone to unleash their abilities’ special effects.
But with Li Moran’s heaven-defying comprehension and control, defeating every boss was only a matter of time.
At this stage, she could be made to suffer against Isshin Ashina. In the next stage, she would be able to defeat the Corrupted Monk without taking a hit. After that, she would kill the Divine Dragon without taking a hit either…
Then what the hell would be left of his mission rewards?
So Lu Ze had no choice but to increase the difficulty for Li Moran.
In any case…
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao coming online ahead of schedule to torment people for fun: a win.
Li Moran receiving personal instruction from the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao: a win.
Lu Ze peacefully collecting his system mission rewards: a win.
It was a triple-win situation. Why wouldn’t he take it?
“It’s just that…”
Lu Ze looked at the illusionary world where Li Moran was fighting with a smile.
Inside the oppressive castle tower, the sweat on Li Moran’s cheeks was clearly visible. The pressure on her was immense.
“I can only make things a little harder for you, Senior Sister~~”
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】
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
