Thunderpeak Mountain, Hall of Spirit Convergence.
"Old Li, Old Li!! The Demonic Path's Soul-Devouring Bone Dragon is here… hurry up and bring your Sword Immortal squad over!!!"
"I'm on my way, stop rushing me!!"
"Watch out for the Demonic Path's Illusionists!! They're trying to control your Sword Immortals… where’s Old Zhao? Don’t hold back with your Lingxiao Sect’s Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation!!"
"Damn it, that thing’s too expensive! If we use it, our Lingxiao Sect will lose its foundation! Let me intercept them first!"
"Why are there a few Gluttonous Kuns here too?"
"Forget the Kuns, they don’t deal damage—get to the main battlefield!"
"Holy… the Kun beasts hid a bellyful of Blood Assassins!! My Tianxuan Gate base can’t hold out!!"
……
No one could have imagined that the elders of several major sects would gather in a single room to challenge the Demonic Path together.
And yet, they were getting utterly crushed.
"My Profound Sword Sect won’t take the blame for this! My Sword Immortals did everything they could—the Soul-Devouring Bone Dragon was entirely held back by us!"
Li Jiujian crossed his arms, speaking with absolute conviction.
"Ha! You dare say that… My Cloud Fairy Palace’s laborers hauled mountains of spirit stones just for you to forge those Sword Immortals. Are you blaming me now?"
Wen Lingwu trembled with rage.
Cloud Fairy Palace disciples naturally moved faster than others, making them the most efficient at transporting resources.
In war, aerial combat was crucial.
The Profound Sword Sect’s unique unit, the Sword Immortals, could fly on their swords with unmatched speed.
So she had reluctantly handed over spirit stones to Li Jiujian, allowing him to build an aerial force.
"Old Zhao, why were you hoarding those spirit stones? If you’d unleashed the Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation earlier, we could’ve held the line!"
Lin Anzai shot Zhao Wendao a glare, clearly displeased.
"You old fool, don’t even start! My Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation deals extra damage to structures—it’s meant for assaulting enemy strongholds! Shouldn’t your Tianxuan Gate’s Earthfire Sky Star Formation be better suited for defense?"
Zhao Wendao’s neck flushed red as he snapped back.
……
After a heated debate, the conclusion was simple:
The enemy was just too overwhelming.
Their schemes were too cunning—they even hid troops inside Kun beasts for sneak attacks.
And this was after Lu Ze had already lowered the difficulty.
Originally, to prevent players from overwhelming the Demonic Path’s AI with sheer numbers, he had restricted the game from adding AI opponents in maps designed for four or more players.
But after completing his mission last night, he had lifted that restriction.
That was how these elders ended up fighting the Demonic Path together.
"The Demonic Path is just too absurd. If even the four of us can’t defeat them, then no one in this world stands a chance!"
Li Jiujian sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Still, we fought well enough. Tonight, I’ll pass on some lessons to my Tianxuan Gate disciples…"
Lin Anzai leisurely picked up his teacup.
"Wait—I just saw a forum post where some disciples claimed they beat it with a four-man team?"
Zhao Wendao’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he read the post.
"Hah, another prodigy from the inner sect? Being outpaced by these geniuses isn’t surprising."
"They’re outer sect disciples from my sect."
Bang!
Lin Anzai’s teacup shattered in his grip.
"And it seems there’s more than one group…"
Zhao Wendao added salt to the wound.
The elders exchanged awkward glances.
Li Jiujian took a deep breath. "Quick!! Summon Lu Ze here!!!"
……
……
Half an hour later.
"Elder Zhao, you know me!"
Lu Ze shook his head with righteous conviction.
"I would never tolerate any form of cheating!"
"This…"
Zhao Wendao stood frozen, at a loss for words.
This wasn’t right.
Back then, Nangong Yuan had pried plenty of tricks for Cultivator’s Descent out of him.
This wasn’t how he usually acted!
Ahem, "Who said anything about cheating? We just wanted to… exchange some insights."
"I’m a man of principle!"
"If you’re willing to help, I’ll owe you a favor in the future…"
"You said it!"
"???"
Zhao Wendao’s eyes widened as Lu Ze cut him off.
Why did it feel like…
This kid had been waiting for him to say that all along??
"Heh, what an interesting youngster. I, for one, never leave debts unpaid. Speak—what do you want? Techniques? Treasures? As long as it doesn’t involve my sect’s secrets, name it."
Lin Anzai, who had taken a liking to Lu Ze, was the first to offer.
"Haha, so it’s rewards you’re after! Just say the word!"
Li Jiujian was in high spirits—largely because he was pleased with how overpowered Lu Ze had made the Sword Immortals.
"Since everyone’s agreed, I’ll join in the fun as well."
Wen Lingwu nodded.
"No need to hold back with me! Pick any technique or treasure from the Lingxiao Sect!"
Zhao Wendao thumped his chest, putting on a grand show of generosity.
"I have no interest in such things."
Lu Ze smiled warmly as he shook his head.
"I only wish to delve deeper into the art of illusions, but one goal has always eluded me."
"What is it?"
"I want illusions to transcend spatial limitations—so cultivators can stand together against threats, no matter where they are."
Lu Ze had the game, the players, and the terminals.
What he lacked was a server.
Right now, cultivators could only team up if they were physically together or gathered at large illusion towers.
In short, they were stuck in a local network.
This was bad for the future of gaming.
"That is indeed a troublesome matter… If it were a formation, I might have been able to help. But I’m not well-versed in illusion-based formations, so I’m afraid I can’t do much."
After some thought, Lin Anzai sighed regretfully.
"Elder Nangong has already arranged the formation for me. The problem is, the energy cost is too high—he alone can’t sustain it."
Lu Ze quickly clarified.
Of course, he left out Nangong Yuan’s exact words—
"Just give up, you brat! Even if all seven elders of the Lingxiao Sect worked together, they’d be bedridden for weeks after powering this formation… Who’d go to such lengths for your silly illusions?"
"……"
Lin Anzai took a deep breath.
A formation even a Void Refinement elder couldn’t handle alone?
Even with multiple elders working together, this wasn’t something they could just casually power.
It dawned on him—he might have just walked right into Lu Ze’s trap.
"Don’t worry, Elder Nangong said it’s fine as long as five elders contribute just a tiny bit of their strength…"
Lu Ze’s smile grew even brighter.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
