[Task settlement in progress...]
[Host has exceeded the task requirements, causing over 60% of Lingxiao Sect disciples to lose focus in their cultivation. Truly a demonic prodigy!]
[Task reward has been critically boosted!]
[Congratulations, host has obtained: Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique]
In a drowsy haze between sleep and wakefulness, Lu Ze heard the system's voice and abruptly opened his eyes.
"Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique?"
Lu Ze was overjoyed, his exhaustion instantly vanishing.
Though he had never heard of this title before, the system had labeled it as the highest-tier red-grade reward.
This was no ordinary treasure!
Now wide awake, Lu Ze hurriedly got up, dressed, and rushed straight to the Scripture Pavilion.
The system hadn't provided much detail about the reward, so he had no choice but to search for information himself.
Despite being only a registered disciple, Lu Ze had the same access privileges as an inner disciple when it came to the Scripture Pavilion.
This was because the elder of the Artifact Refining Pavilion believed he had a talent for artifact crafting and required frequent visits to consult materials.
"L-Lu Senior Brother, why... why have you come in person today...?"
The junior sister at the front desk, responsible for registering borrowed materials, lowered her head slightly upon seeing Lu Ze, her words stumbling.
The junior sister, named Lin Susu, had a doll-like face and wore round black-framed glasses, giving her a youthful appearance.
Lu Ze often visited the Scripture Pavilion, and over time, they had become acquainted.
"I need to look up some information."
Lu Ze smiled, already accustomed to her shy and introverted nature.
He pulled out a bamboo slip from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Susu without hesitation.
"Here, this is next week's chapter."
The Scripture Pavilion wasn't just for borrowing ancient texts—it was also a place to showcase personal works.
Long before Lu Ze's time, disciples had written works for their peers to read.
Well-received pieces even required payment for subscriptions.
Lu Ze had always published his novels through Lin Susu, making her the only person in the entire Lingxiao Sect who knew his identity as an author.
"By the way, has anyone been asking about the author's identity recently?"
Lu Ze suddenly asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
The novel he was currently serializing was The Return of the Condor Heroes.
The plot had just reached the part where Little Dragon Girl was NTR'd.
Lin Susu had once mentioned that many of his readers were high-ranking elders and deacons.
Lu Ze couldn't help but worry about his personal safety.
"Oh, that..."
Lin Susu chuckled, her words unusually smooth for once.
"Of course there have been inquiries. But don't worry, Senior Brother Lu, I haven't revealed your identity."
"That's a relief."
Lu Ze exhaled, then asked,
"By the way, do you know where I can find information about the 'Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique'?"
"'Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique'? Senior Brother Lu's borrowing privileges might not be sufficient for that."
Lin Susu thought for a moment, then looked at him curiously.
"But this immortal physique has been lost for ten thousand years. Why does Senior Brother Lu need to research it?"
"For my novel."
Lu Ze casually gave a fitting excuse.
"I see..."
Lin Susu didn't question it further. She took the token from her wrist and handed it to Lu Ze.
"Senior Brother can use my token. The book is on the sixth shelf of the East Jia section, third floor."
"Thank you, Junior Sister Lin."
Lu Ze was surprised.
Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary junior sister had higher clearance than a typical inner disciple?
The Lingxiao Sect truly hid dragons and crouching tigers.
"Oh, Senior Brother Lu..."
Lin Susu suddenly called out to him, her expression odd.
"Yes?"
"You... do you really have that... that green... green whatchamacallit fetish?"
As she spoke, her cheeks flushed red.
"No!!"
"Oh..."
......
"So that's how it is..."
After quickly skimming through the materials, Lu Ze finally understood.
According to the records, the Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique was a top-tier bloodline from ancient times.
Back then, the cultivation world wasn't as sharply divided between righteous and demonic paths as it was now. The two factions were evenly matched, locked in endless conflict.
Yet amidst the chaos, there was one neutral cultivator who stood above all others, transcending the masses and eventually ascending to immortality.
It was said that this great master practiced techniques from both the righteous and demonic paths.
But the aura he emitted was described differently by different people—some claimed it was righteous and majestic, others said it was demonic and overwhelming, while a few believed it shifted according to his will.
What he possessed was none other than the Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique.
According to the ancient text, those with this physique were innately attuned to all cultivation methods in the world.
A perfect all-rounder with no weaknesses.
Moreover, the wielder's aura could shift between righteous and demonic at will.
"No wonder it's a 'Righteous and Demonic' critical reward—it comes with the ability to toggle between them! It's practically tailor-made for me!"
Lu Ze mused to himself.
He returned the book to its place, handed the token back to Lin Susu, and hurried back to his residence.
He removed the talisman that suppressed his aura, placed a Demon-Seeking Compass beside him, and cautiously began releasing his energy bit by bit.
Even when he fully unleashed his aura, the compass remained completely still. Only then did he relax.
"Perfect. Now I can finally focus on making games in peace."
When developing games, he constantly had to cast and compile various spells.
Previously, he had to replace his aura-suppressing talisman regularly—otherwise, once it wore off, his demonic energy would stand out in the sect like a fart in an elevator with the doors just closed.
A swarm of fellow disciples would immediately rush over to capture him for merit.
No Lingxiao Sect disciple would pass up such an opportunity.
Demonic cultivators might not always be powerful, but the rewards for capturing them were first-class.
In the eyes of the sect, any mission related to the demonic path was a lucrative assignment—something you had to fight for, whether through speed or connections.
Now, with the Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique, he could finally release his aura openly.
Lu Ze couldn't help but fantasize about the day he would reach Foundation Establishment...
Wait!
Lu Ze jolted.
Staring at the numbers on his system panel, he thought he must be seeing things.
He distinctly remembered that advancing from late-stage Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment only required 200 demonic points.
But now...
The demonic points needed for the breakthrough had multiplied tenfold!
He needed a full 2,000 points to progress!
"Could it be... because of the Myriad Profound Demon Immortal Physique?"
Lu Ze quickly pieced it together.
According to the ancient records, the great master had consumed enough resources to bankrupt an entire clan, which was why his post-breakthrough foundation was terrifyingly strong.
If demonic points were treated as cultivation resources, this wasn't hard to understand.
Ten times?
Even a hundred times wouldn't be surprising.
After all, the benefits this physique provided far surpassed ordinary aptitudes.
Being invincible in the same realm and unkillable when crossing realms was no joke.
"Looks like I'll have to crank up the difficulty."
Lu Ze sighed.
As a demonic cultivator, he could only ask his fellow disciples to... kindly take one for the team.
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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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?!
