Zhou Yue’s illusionary world.
“Moo~”
The Fire Bull let out a miserable bellow before collapsing into a corpse.
“Damn, that old bastard Zhong Yi really comes through… If he’s got something, he really teaches it!”
Zhou Yue stared in astonishment at his health bar, which hadn’t dropped by even a sliver, and clicked his tongue in admiration.
Although he had been impressed by the firecracker-drop insta-kill strategy Zhong Yi had demonstrated in the livestream, he hadn’t wanted to defeat the Fire Bull with such a technique.
After all, it seemed a little too underhanded.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi had studied more than one way to win.
Once he learned not to engage the wild bull head-on and to attack only from behind, Zhou Yue quickly defeated the unreasonable beast.
And he had done it without losing any health.
“I finally killed this bastard… From here on out, as long as they’re human cultivators, I’ll beat every single one of them! If I can’t, all you fellow cultivators can curse me out! Hahaha!”
Zhou Yue had regained his confidence. He raised Kusabimaru and headed deeper into Ashina Castle.
As he continued forward, he found that the enemies really were all human cultivators.
After enduring the Sculptor’s demonic training, Zhou Yue did not die even once while facing elite enemies such as the samurai generals. At the cost of only minor injuries, he fought his way into the castle tower.
“Oh? Juzou the Drunkard? Wasn’t he the elite enemy whose first kill was just claimed by the Infinite Sword Sect?”
After easily dispatching another elite enemy, Zhou Yue raised an eyebrow.
Originally, he had been far ahead of everyone else when it came to first kills.
Unfortunately, he had wasted too much time on the Headless and then suffered through a long period of torment at the hands of the Sculptor. One boss after another had been claimed by other sects.
Now that he had encountered Juzou the Drunkard, whose first kill had recently been taken by the Infinite Sword Sect, excitement flashed in Zhou Yue’s eyes, and he licked his lips.
As the cultivators continued to be beaten senseless in Sekiro, Zhou Yue and Li Moran were not the only ones whose cultivation realms had improved or who had experienced sudden enlightenment.
As a result, Sekiro’s reputation throughout the cultivation world had become outrageously impressive. Every major sect was paying close attention to its performance within the illusion.
And naturally, a first kill announced to the entire server had become something all the major sects were fighting over.
Although everyone openly claimed that this was merely an illusion, the cultivators had already begun treating Sekiro as a whetstone for testing a sword cultivator’s strength.
Now that Li Moran and Zhou Yue were held up by the exceptionally difficult bosses, the Infinite Sword Sect had begun exerting itself with all its might in order to preserve its reputation as the greatest sword sect under heaven. It was showing faint signs of overtaking the others.
“Hahaha! It seems the heavens favor our Spirit Firmament Sect… I, Zhou Yue, will definitely secure the next boss’s first kill for the Spirit Firmament Sect!”
Zhou Yue laughed loudly and quickened his pace.
…
Before long, he followed the road ahead, climbed over the rooftops of several castle towers, and arrived on the rooftop of a pavilion.
The moment he drew near, the illusion entered a cinematic sequence.
Genichiro Ashina stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down upon Ashina Castle, which lay in ruins.
“How is Grandfather’s condition?”
“Lord Isshin… has barely managed to hold on to his life. It’s already a miracle.”
The person answering was Emma from the Dilapidated Temple.
As for Emma’s seemingly hostile yet friendly identity, Zhou Yue had long since figured it out.
The story had already made it clear at the beginning that she was the finest physician in Ashina Castle, and that she was extending Isshin Ashina’s life.
Genichiro Ashina nodded, then turned to face Kuro behind him.
“Divine Heir, I’ll say it one more time… Form an Immortal Severance pact with me.”
“I cannot do that, Lord Genichiro.”
The handsome, delicate-looking youth shook his head firmly. Not even Genichiro Ashina’s imposing presence could force him to yield.
“Even after suffering defeat once, my shinobi will still stake his life to rescue me…”
His voice had barely faded when Wolf landed steadily on the rooftop, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
“I’ve come to take you back… my lord.”
“I see… So unless I kill you, I cannot obtain the power of the Dragon’s Heritage…”
Genichiro Ashina drew his dark-gray katana, and the aura around him suddenly turned razor-sharp.
The cinematic ended, and Zhou Yue gained control of Wolf’s body.
“Genichiro Ashina? Heh… Speaking of which, it really is a shame that I didn’t get the chance to challenge you like zJunior Sister Li did…”
Zhou Yue shook his head with a smile and slowly drew Kusabimaru, his eyes fixed intently on Genichiro’s movements.
“But I already said it…”
“Human cultivators are fair game! If I can’t beat him, the barrage can roast me all they want!”
[Let me recommend the comic adaptation once more~ Search for “Demonic Roaming Through Troubled Times” on Hongguo Comics to find the comic adaptation of this novel!]
[I’ve already finished reading the comic adaptation. You can tell that the creators are gamers too—they recreated quite a few of the ideas from the novel. Someone who didn’t understand games probably couldn’t have pulled it off. I hope everyone will support it~ Many thanks to the blogger “Junmo Animation” for producing and supporting it.]
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
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.
