The Swamp.
"We... we did it."
"We actually made it through!"
"That girl was right—the Demon Creatures' attack pattern was exactly as she described!"
A handful of martial artists, scattered and battered, gazed at the now-calm swamp with the relief of survivors.
There had been dozens of them before, but now... only a few remained.
"The sect will remember your sacrifice!"
A sect warrior wept as he looked out over the swamp.
Not long ago, martial artists from various sects had volunteered—insisting on testing Bai Lian’s plan. They had willingly taken on the role of bait.
No matter how much the others tried to dissuade them, they couldn’t stop those determined to march to their deaths.
After a fierce internal struggle, everyone had agreed to the plan.
And just as Bai Lian had said—it worked.
Their fallen comrades had not died in vain.
Bai Jun clenched his fists, grief weighing heavily on his heart.
If only he hadn’t been so weak, so many wouldn’t have had to die.
"Brother Bai Jun, don’t be sad. The sacrifices of those warriors were meaningful."
Bai Lian offered comforting words, but inwardly, she sneered.
*Trash like them should be grateful they even had the value to serve as bait.*
Indeed, it had been Bai Lian’s doing—using her innate "Alluring Physique" to manipulate those fools into throwing away their lives.
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The Altar.
"Tsk! The disciples of Dragon King Mountain are truly terrifying!"
"If given time, Ning Qian will undoubtedly claim a place among the Grandmasters!"
"Indeed. To be so formidable at such a young age—I feel ashamed in comparison!"
The martial artists gasped in awe.
Amidst the scattered corpses of Demon Creatures, all eyes were fixed on the young woman standing untouched—her sword in hand, her robes unstained, her expression cold and resolute.
"Well done, Ning Qian."
Shangguan Miaoyin approached, her face carefully arranged into a mask of sorrow.
"Their deaths weren’t your fault."
"The numbers were just too overwhelming."
Ning Qian shook her head.
Her gaze fell upon the bodies of the fallen sect warriors mixed among the Demon Creatures.
She closed her eyes, weighed down by guilt.
"No... it’s because I was too weak."
Her mind flashed back to a month ago—when the Night King had appeared in Jianghai.
Even with all her strength, she hadn’t been able to land a single blow.
He hadn’t even fought seriously—just toyed with her in a mere swordplay exchange.
*Damn it...*
Her heart was heavy, but it didn’t matter.
She opened her eyes.
*Until I defeat the Night King... I won’t lose again.*
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The Ruins.
*Gulp.*
"This is insane... absolutely insane."
Liu Jianxing swallowed hard, staring in shock at the shattered remnants of an ancient construct—obliterated by something resembling bone spikes.
The challenge had been to defeat *one* enemy.
But...
He looked at the wreckage strewn across the ground.
*This is way more than one.*
"Brother Murong... you’re... pretty strong."
Liu Jianxing didn’t know what else to say, forcing an awkward chuckle.
*Tsk! Are all the fighters in this department monsters or something?*
*How are they all this powerful?*
*I was one of the top talents in my sect—how am I the weakest here?!*
Murong Ci’s breathing steadied as he surveyed the battlefield.
He gave a slight nod.
"Mn."
Then—
*Hummm!*
The crimson mist surged once more.
And with it, a voice echoed:
*"Heh... amusing humans."*
*"Too long... far too long since I’ve seen ones capable of completing this trial."*
*"Interesting... truly interesting."*
*"You have now earned the right to stand before me!"*
As the voice faded, the red mist swallowed their vision once again.
"Tsk! Are we finally meeting the mastermind behind all this?"
"Wait—weren’t we here for the Primordial Qi?"
"Yeah, where is it?"
"Doesn’t matter. We need to regroup first!"
......
......
The mist shifted, warping their surroundings.
When the scattered group opened their eyes again, they found themselves in another place entirely.
The sight before them sent chills down their spines.
They stood in what seemed like a desolate black desert, the sky choked with twisted clouds. Occasional lightning split the heavens like jagged scars, the faint light doing little to pierce the oppressive darkness.
As the mist dissipated, a suffocating stench of decay filled the air.
Deep fissures split the earth—gaping maws ready to devour anything that dared step too close.
In the distance, shattered stone pillars stood like the remnants of a fallen empire, whispering of a glory long lost.
And in their ears—
The nightmarish shrieks of countless Demon Creatures, so vivid it felt like their souls were being torn apart.
Shadows slithered across the dunes, moving with unnatural purpose, drawn to the scent of the martial artists.
But none of that was the most terrifying part.
Far ahead, an army of Demon Creatures—vast and grotesque—marched toward them.
Some towered like mountains, others twisted into horrors beyond comprehension. Their eyes burned with malevolent hunger, and with every step, the air itself trembled with the promise of death.
"W-what the hell is all this?!"
"You’re joking, right? We’re supposed to fight *these* things now?!"
Some warriors swallowed hard, their throats dry.
But that wasn’t all.
What truly stole their breath was the sight in the distance—
A colossal black pillar, stretching into the sky like a twisted tree.
And at its peak...
A single bud, tightly closed, waiting to bloom.
Ning Qian tightened her grip on her sword, murmuring,
"The aura here... it’s stronger than anything we’ve faced before."
Shangguan Miaoyin nodded, her eyes scanning the survivors.
*Hm?*
*Only this many left?*
*The sect warriors have been mostly cleared out.*
*Only the black-clad department fighters remain.*
*Speaking of which... where’s my master’s man from the mortal world? Didn’t see him earlier.*
*Did he die?*
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she spotted Gu Yan—standing there with the dazed expression of someone who’d narrowly escaped death.
*Ah. Still alive. Good.*
n Our Village Many years later, Xiushui Village had transformed from a remote, impoverished hamlet into the renowned and flourishing Xiushui City of the Shifang Continent. All of this, solely because it was the birthplace of the Shifang Continent's number one sect—the Lingxian Sect. This is the story of a group of village youths, family, and friends, building a sect and growing together. Lin Xiao: As the sect master, my days are filled with countless tasks. Cultivating really gets in the way of building the sect. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Congratulations, Host, on successfully activating the Auto-Cultivation Function] Lin Xiao: Oh no, we're out of spirit stones. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Sect Mission issued. Mission Reward: Spirit Stones xN] No one loves their host more profoundly than this System!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
