“My good son, your dad’s here to see you~~”
The moment Zhou Yue entered the livestream, he posted a thunderous barrage of comments.
And, just in case Zhong Yi didn’t notice it, he even tipped him a 100-spirit-stone gift.
Seeing the gift effect and barrage from Zhou Yue, Zhong Yi’s mouth twitched angrily.
“Lao Zhou, couldn’t beat the Fire Bull, so you came here to steal my techniques?”
At that, Zhou Yue’s old face immediately flushed red.
“Damn… We’ve got snitches in the livestream chat too?”
Of course, when it came to bantering between brothers, he absolutely couldn’t afford to lose in terms of sheer momentum.
[Not Broken, Not Established: Give me a break… You think you can beat the Fire Bull? If you can beat it, I’ll even give you my beloved little sister in marriage!]
“Go marry your own sister… Who’d want that thing?!”
Zhong Yi’s expression darkened as he hurriedly waved his hands.
“Look at how stingy you are… Other people tip 1,000-spirit-stone Myriad Swords Return to the Sect gifts in my livestream, but you only tipped a 100-spirit-stone one. How about this? If I can beat the Fire Bull without taking any damage, you send me a Myriad Swords Return to the Sect gift. Deal?”
[Not Broken, Not Established: Without taking any damage? You serious?]
“Of course. Your sister’s the one who’d lie to you.”
[Not Broken, Not Established: Deal!]
“Sweet!”
Zhong Yi was extremely pleased that he’d managed to trick the usually frugal Zhou Yue into sending him a Myriad Swords Return to the Sect gift. He immediately began putting his plan into action.
“Watch closely!”
Zhong Yi arrived at a rooftop and spent a while looking left and right. After finally finding the right spot, he took a deep breath.
After two successive jumps, he actually landed on the eaves of a high wall.
“What the hell… You can jump up there?”
Zhou Yue was instantly stunned.
In the illusionary realm of Sekiro, the eaves in these peripheral areas were all covered by barriers. It was impossible to grapple up to them—or even stand on them.
In the game from Lu Ze’s previous life, this setting was called an “invisible wall.”
And Zhong Yi had found the only gap in that invisible wall and jumped up.
“But what can you even do up there…? Don’t tell me you’re going to kill the Fire Bull with throwing knives from up there…”
Zhou Yue’s heart gave a nervous jolt, and he quickly glanced at Zhong Yi’s inventory.
There were only twenty paper figures left, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Clearly, that wasn’t enough to throw at the Fire Bull and kill it.
“Don’t panic, Lao Zhou. Watch carefully and learn!”
As if he knew exactly what Zhou Yue was thinking, Zhong Yi proudly ran along the eaves toward the area where the Fire Bull appeared.
He raised a hand and tapped on the invisible “wall” in the air, explaining, “Standing up here is safe, but because of the barrier, we can’t jump down or attack…”
At that moment, the Fire Bull smashed through a wall and appeared beneath the perimeter wall.
Zhong Yi leisurely headed left and stopped behind a tower.
“But…”
He pointed at the tower in front of him.
“This is an exception! As soon as the Fire Bull smashes this tower apart, we can jump down from here!”
The moment he finished speaking, the Fire Bull locked onto Zhong Yi and charged toward him with a roar, crashing into the wooden tower and smashing it to pieces.
“All we have to do now is… run!”
Without a second thought, Zhong Yi took off.
He ran all the way back to the rooftop where he had started. Only then did the Fire Bull finally lose aggro.
The whole maneuver left Zhou Yue utterly baffled.
“Wait… Why did you run back?”
“Don’t rush me… The real show is just getting started.”
With a mysterious smile, Zhong Yi once again stood on the rooftop and searched for that elusive jump point.
“As long as I jump back before the Fire Bull returns to the wall, you’ll get to see…”
“Uh, I messed up. I didn’t make it up.”
“No big deal. It’s just a minor issue. As long as I’m a little more caref—”
“Uh, why did I get stuck and fall down again?”
“This is called demonstrating error tolerance. Ahem, ahem, ahem…”
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.
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.”
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
