That afternoon,
Under the astonished gazes of countless disciples,
A grand formation capable of enveloping the entire Lingxiao Sect was completed, jointly erected by six Lingxiao Sect elders and three external sect elders.
"You brat... cough! The method to clear the campaign—you must tell me after the martial arts exchange ends!"
Lin An, clutching his waist and panting heavily, spoke to Lu Ze.
"Elder Lin, rest assured. This junior would never go back on his word," Lu Ze replied with a grin.
He had promised the three elders that he could discreetly give them an advantage, helping their favored disciples secure the naming rights for the campaign's first clear.
The elders were all shrewd.
The potential of Immortal Realm Domination was crystal clear to everyone.
Without a doubt, it would become the mainstream form of entertainment in the cultivation world.
Its reputation had already spread to other sects, with many disciples—and even elders—on their way to purchase illusion crystals.
The naming rights weren’t a matter of life and death, but they weren’t insignificant either.
At the very least, it was a chance to earn bragging rights.
While the elders themselves didn’t particularly need the fame, they couldn’t resist the requests of their favored disciples or beloved descendants.
Moreover, Zhao Wendao had assured them that the other Lingxiao Sect elders would also contribute.
Thus, the three elders agreed.
The completion of the formation meant that
the Lingxiao Sect could now connect online anytime, anywhere.
Though it was still just a local network, at least it was a massive one.
"Master, if we wanted to cover the entire continent, how could we achieve that?"
Lu Ze thoughtfully handed over medicinal ointment, still unwilling to give up on the idea of a true "immortal-net."
"You’ve got quite the imagination, kid!"
Nangong Yuan glared at him, nearly spitting out another mouthful of blood.
He had just recovered from Zhao Wendao’s divine thunder when this rebellious disciple dropped another bombshell, almost sending him back into a qi deviation.
"Formations are universal—the only difference lies in their creators.
A single Lingxiao Sect already left nine elders exhausted. The vastness of this world is beyond comparison—how many thousands of Lingxiao Sects would it take to cover it all?
Unless you find a True Immortal and use their body or soul as the formation’s core... Do you honestly think that’s feasible?"
After listening to Nangong Yuan’s words, Lu Ze nodded thoughtfully before suddenly looking enlightened and asking:
"Master, when do you plan to ascend to immortality?"
"@#￥%&...!"
……
……
The upgraded multiplayer functionality delighted the Lingxiao Sect disciples.
No need to visit the illusion training hall—they could now form parties anytime, anywhere!
Seizing the moment, Lu Ze added a lobby feature and a simple ranking system to the [War Mode].
Players would gain or lose points based on their performance in matches.
The rank names were straightforward, starting from Qi Refining all the way up to True Immortal.
With these additions, Immortal Realm Domination became even more popular.
Every moment, the lobby was packed with rooms at full capacity.
The Lingxiao Sect disciples had already grown accustomed to naming their rooms, resulting in an endless stream of creative titles:
[8-player Demon Abyss map—looking for players to take on two Insane Demon Path factions!]
[1v1 against a Foundation Establishment expert—Qi Refining noobs stay out]
[Fair point trading! Looking for someone with similar rank—I’ll show you how it’s done]
[Don’t trust the room above! Just scammed me out of 100 points—wait till I find out who you are!!]
[Frozen Wasteland map, need one more—experienced players only, sect formations banned]
[Newbie looking for practice partners! No fighting in the first half—just peaceful development, follow the rules if joining]
……
"Pfft—!"
Lu Ze spat out his drink upon seeing the point-trading room and the furious reply beneath it.
The Lingxiao Sect was truly full of talent.
By now, a week had passed since Immortal Realm Domination’s release.
The disciples had evolved from clueless beginners to slightly less clueless novices.
Beating a single Insane Demon Path faction with three players had become the benchmark for judging whether someone knew how to play.
In PvP matches, both sides would always disable the "Sect Formation" option—
essentially this world’s equivalent of superweapons.
They were slightly weaker than those in Red Alert but made up for it in variety.
Every sect had one.
For now, the cultivators still preferred the "turtle and boom" playstyle, much like the majority of players Lu Ze remembered from his past life.
No early aggression—just peaceful development, massing units, and then an all-out final battle.
From a competitive standpoint, it was lacking.
But for new players, it was plenty fun.
Suddenly, Zhong Yi’s frantic shout came from behind:
"Junior Brother Mu... hurry and help! Those demonesses from the Cloud Immortal Palace are attacking!!"
"Hold on, Senior Brother!! My Barbarian Warriors are coming!!"
"Dammit, why do you keep spamming body-refining units?!"
……
Lu Ze glanced back at the guest room.
Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen were locked in a fierce battle against two female elite disciples from the Cloud Immortal Palace.
The popularity of Immortal Realm Domination had exceeded even Lu Ze’s expectations.
Even Core Formation and Nascent Soul elites were hooked, frequently visiting the Artifact Hall for matches.
Since duplicate factions weren’t allowed in teams, Zhong Yi had relinquished the Lingxiao Sect to Mu Yawen and opted for the universally overpowered Infinite Sword Sect instead.
Lu Ze entered the main space and spectated their match.
At the moment, Zhong Yi had just been crushed by a joint assault from the enemy duo, barely clinging to survival.
"Senior Brother, why did you cancel the alliance? Aren’t we teaming up anymore?" Mu Yawen asked curiously while marshaling his troops to march toward Zhong Yi’s base.
"Of course we are! I’m broke—I need to send a Spy to steal some spirit stones... Don’t you dare attack me!"
Zhong Yi shuddered at the sight of the horde of Barbarian Warriors eyeing his territory.
In War Mode, directly gifting resources wasn’t an option.
But after a week of experimentation, the players had discovered a workaround—using Spies to siphon funds.
Spies were a covert unit for righteous factions, a mid-tier troop capable of disguising as enemy units to infiltrate buildings and steal resources or technology.
Since they required an enemy target, canceling the alliance was necessary first.
"Oh... I see..." Mu Yawen nodded in understanding and promptly withdrew his troops.
As the Spy slipped into Mu Yawen’s main base, a [Spirit Stones +203] notification popped up on Zhong Yi’s screen.
"..."
Zhong Yi’s breathing halted for a second.
A single Spy cost 1,000 spirit stones to produce. This operation was a total loss.
"Junior Brother Mu... where’s your money??"
"I spent it all on units when I thought you were betraying me... Look!"
Zhong Yi’s vision swam as he watched an endless stream of body-refining cultivators and Barbarian Warriors pour out of the training hall.
Even Lu Ze felt his blood pressure rising at the sheer inefficiency.
"Junior Brother... maybe we should just surrender..."
"A Lingxiao Sect disciple never surrenders! Our body-refining path is strong in combat!"
"...Then you play Qingshan Sect next match."
……
Unsurprisingly, the Cloud Immortal Palace emerged victorious.
Much later, Zhong Yi trudged into Lu Ze’s workshop with a face full of resentment and knocked on the door.
"Junior Brother Lu... I want to improve!"
"Huh? What happened to Senior Brother Zhong?"
"I was actually... humiliated!"
"You mean that one from the Cloud Immortal Palace?"
Lu Ze couldn't help but grin.
Well, looks like there’s some juicy gossip to hear.
"Yes!"
Zhong Yi’s fists trembled as he turned away in fury, slamming one into the wall and leaving a dent behind.
"Just now, after Junior Brother Mu and I lost, do you know what she said?"
"She actually said that if it weren’t for her junior sister wanting someone to practice with, she wouldn’t have bothered with trash like us..."
"And then she added that, for the sake of her junior sister’s training, she could reluctantly give me some pointers on how to improve!"
"But the most infuriating part? She told me to come find her at the Rain-Shattering Pavilion late at night for a sparring session..."
"Tell me, how could she possibly humiliate someone to this extent?!"
Watching Zhong Yi gnash his teeth in anger, Lu Ze was stunned.
Good grief, Senior Brother Zhong completely missed the subtext!
This clueless, straight-as-an-arrow senior brother is beyond saving!!!
"Senior Brother Zhong, is there a chance she was just making an excuse, uh... to hint at something?"
Lu Ze stammered, trying to phrase it delicately.
"An excuse? An excuse... Oh! I get it now!"
Zhong Yi suddenly clapped his hands, as if struck by enlightenment.
"Junior Brother Mu’s current strength really isn’t enough to provide a proper training challenge for her junior sister... Tomorrow, I’ll team up with Junior Sister Li instead—that should definitely meet the required level!"
"......"
Lu Ze sucked in a sharp breath.
He was even starting to worry that the Cloud Immortal Palace’s disciple might tear down the Artifact Forging Pavilion tomorrow.
"Never mind, never mind... I’ll go with you..."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
