Shocking! Horrifying! Terrifying!
Mo Yuan and the group of elders stood frozen in place.
They stared at the humanoid shadow before them, their hearts filled with dread.
From the way it had just devoured their disciple, there was no doubt—this was the Devouring Spirit Demon Art!
So… the inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art was real?!
Su Muwan slowly swept her gaze across them, her eyes glowing with an eerie violet light, brimming with mockery and disdain as if she were looking at mere ants.
Every person her eyes fell upon couldn’t help but shudder, feeling as though she had seen through everything about them, rendering them insignificant in her eyes.
The shadowy tendrils around her writhed violently as she uttered an arrogant remark: "Still not making a move, you trash?"
!!
"Since you insist on dying!"
Though Mo Yuan was shaken to the core, as the sect leader, he couldn’t tolerate such provocation.
Or rather, at this point, there was no choice but to fight.
"Then stay here!"
With a furious roar, he took the initiative, rapidly forming hand seals before him.
In an instant, his spiritual energy surged violently, transforming into a blazing black qilin wreathed in scorching heat, charging toward Su Muwan with a deafening roar.
The black qilin moved with agility, each step causing the air to tremble violently, dispersing the surrounding smoke and revealing a clear path.
Yet Su Muwan merely let out a derisive laugh, standing completely still until the qilin was upon her.
The shadowy tendrils around her suddenly expanded like black pythons, coiling around the qilin.
The moment shadows and flames met, a sizzling sound erupted—the qilin’s flames dimmed rapidly, as if being devoured.
In just a few blinks, the qilin was completely swallowed by the shadows, vanishing without a trace.
The elders’ expressions darkened. "That’s… the aura of the True Spirit Realm."
"Everyone… hold nothing back!"
As soon as the words were spoken,
They all summoned their magical treasures.
A white-haired elder hurled his horsetail whisk into the air—it instantly enlarged, its countless silver strands standing rigid like icy needles, raining down on Su Muwan in a deadly barrage.
"Tch, how boring."
Su Muwan remained unhurried, her violet eyes flashing as the shadows beneath her feet swirled like a vortex.
The incoming silver strands were immediately caught in the whirlpool, then redirected back toward the elders.
Mo Yuan’s eyes widened in realization. "The Reversal Demon Art!!"
The white-haired elder’s face paled as he swiftly dodged the counterattack, landing nearby and staring at Su Muwan in shock. "That’s one of our sect’s supreme demonic techniques! How do you know it?!"
Su Muwan sneered. "Guess, old man."
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"You’re dead!"
Another elder, his face flushed red, summoned a massive bronze bell that hovered mid-air, emitting deep reverberations. The sound waves materialized into ripples, shaking both the air and the mind.
He bellowed, "You dare steal our demonic techniques?! You won’t leave here alive!"
Yet Su Muwan only spared him a glance before scoffing. "Idiot. Who do you think you’re trying to intimidate with this weak mental assault?"
In my past life, I’ve endured far worse.
The moment she finished speaking,
Her figure blurred—in the next instant, she appeared ghostlike behind the red-faced elder, raising her hand for a light tap.
Too fast!
The elder’s pupils contracted as he instinctively tried to block.
But then, a bone-chilling coldness struck him, as if an icy wind from the depths of the underworld had descended upon him.
Realization dawned, and he screamed in terror: "This monster knows the Bone-Corroding Yin Curse!!"
"Sect Leader! Save—"
Before he could finish,
Squelch!!
A surge of overwhelming, frigid power pierced straight through the elder’s hastily erected spiritual barrier, like a razor-sharp blade of ice stabbing into his back.
The elder felt as though countless icy needles had impaled him—agonizing pain, as if his bones were being eaten away, instantly spread throughout his body.
His body convulsed uncontrollably before he was sent flying forward, a mouthful of blood spraying into the air in a gruesome crimson arc.
Thud!
He crashed to the ground.
His head lolled to the side—his breath ceased.
Mo Yuan stood rooted in place, trembling. "She even knows the Bone-Corroding Yin Curse!!!"
Now, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.
The elders quickly gathered around Mo Yuan, their voices low as they eyed the shadowy figure across from them. "Sect Leader, this person is at least at the True Spirit Realm… and she knows our sacred demonic arts."
Her cultivation being at the True Spirit Realm wasn’t the main issue—after all, their sect leader was also at that level.
Knowing demonic arts wasn’t a problem either—these days, who didn’t know a few?
But the real nightmare was… why was she the inheritor of the Devouring Spirit Demon Art?!
This…
This was practically a death sentence for them!
Mo Yuan had already come to the same conclusion. His expression darkened as he glared at the figure before him and growled, "We cannot let her leave."
"Yes!"
Meanwhile,
On Mo Li’s side.
She had fetched a basin of water and hurried over to the injured disciple who had come to deliver the warning, her eyes filled with concern. "Um… hello, let me help treat your wounds."
"Okay…"
The injured disciple kept his head lowered, his voice weak.
Mo Li nodded and reached out to help him up.
But suddenly—
The moment her hand touched the disciple’s body, his frail demeanor vanished in an instant.
He lifted his head, a swirl of black mist revealing his true face.
It was…
"Qin… Luo?"
Mo Li muttered the name in a daze.
As a major internet celebrity, she definitely recognized him—she’d been scrolling through her phone nonstop lately.
But why was he disguised as one of their sect’s disciples? And why was he here…
Unless—!
Mo Li’s expression twisted in alarm. "You—!"
Before she could react,
A faint golden-pink glimmer flashed in Qin Luo’s eyes.
[Word of Power] & [Charm Eyes], linked activation!
Qin Luo slightly parted his lips, his words carrying an inexplicable allure as they seeped into Mo Li’s consciousness: "From this moment onward, you shall pledge eternal loyalty to Lady Su."
"Wha—!"
Mo Li’s mind exploded with a deafening "boom," as though something had forcibly pried open her thoughts and engraved this command deep within.
Her eyes instantly turned vacant, the lively intelligence in them fading as she mechanically repeated, "I pledge eternal loyalty to Lady Su."
Her voice was flat, devoid of its usual liveliness—she had become nothing more than a puppet under the control of [Word of Power]’s charm.
[Total Army Command]—activated!
[Congratulations, Master, for successfully recruiting key supporting character "Mo Li" for the antagonist.]
[Reward: +10 Attribute Points!]
Perfect.
Qin Luo stood up, dusting himself off as he looked at the entranced Mo Li with satisfaction.
As one of the main heroines of the T0 protagonist Xiao Fei, early preparations were always wise.
Snap~
He flicked his fingers, deactivating the charm ability.
Mo Li’s empty gaze regained its spark.
She stared at Qin Luo, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Qin! Qin Luo! I’m your fan!"
Qin Luo nodded. "Now’s not the time for that…"
"Me! I really want to know—are you and Miss Su Muwan actually together?"
Qin Luo: ?
He blinked. "What are they saying online?"
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?!
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!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
