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..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?!
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.
