That very noon.
Insane! Unbelievable!
Everyone was left utterly speechless!
At the Primordial Sacred Land.
Sect Master Feng Yutian stared in disbelief at the projection on his phone.
[The Profound Demon Sect was ambushed by an inheritor of demonic arts—heavy casualties reported.]
[Live footage.GIF]
Feng Yutian: ???
"What?!"
Feng Yutian sucked in a sharp breath. "The Profound Demon Sect was invaded?!"
The elders nearby, startled by his exclamation, quickly gathered around, their eyes fixed on the projected images.
The gruesome, chaotic scenes in the footage left them visibly shaken.
A white-haired elder’s eye twitched violently, his voice trembling. "The Demon Sect’s strength rivals ours, and Mo Yuan is a late-stage True Spirit realm expert. Yet even they lost two elders?"
"You’ve got to be kidding me?!"
"Tch!"
"How terrifying is this inheritor of demonic arts?"
Another elder glared at the shadow-cloaked, faceless figure in the footage, his fingers quivering with rage.
"So ruthless, so brazen!!"
"If they dare attack the Demon Sect today, they’ll target our Primordial Sacred Land tomorrow!!"
"And the day after that—world domination!"
He angrily flicked his sleeve.
Feng Yutian rubbed his temples, his voice grave. "The devastation suffered by the Profound Demon Sect and others... this is likely just the beginning."
"Especially in the final scene—the inheritor clearly has allies."
"Judging by their presence, they’re no ordinary foes."
"We can’t rule out the possibility of a coordinated, premeditated scheme."
He paced the hall briefly before turning to issue orders. "Investigate immediately. Dig up any clues about this inheritor’s identity."
"And send envoys to the Profound Demon Sect. As fellow cultivators, we must offer aid in their time of crisis."
"Yes, Sect Master!"
The elders acknowledged in unison before dispersing to carry out their tasks.
Alone, Feng Yutian remained rooted in place, his gaze locked on the horrific images, his brow furrowed.
An inheritor of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Arts...
The end of the martial era...
Darkness encroaching upon the world...
What did it all mean?
The more he pondered, the more unease coiled in his chest.
Ah...
In this age of spiritual resurgence... every manner of monster has crawled out of the woodwork.
......
At the Su Family villa.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the living room.
Su Muwan flopped onto the plush sofa, molding herself into a cozy dent.
Freshly showered, she hummed cheerfully, "Hehe~ Another energetic day~!"
Hugging a shark-shaped pillow, she nuzzled its softness, her eyes crinkling with delight.
Sunlight streamed through sheer curtains, casting warm golden patches over her lounging form.
Soon restless, she stretched toward the coffee table, grabbing a handful of chips.
Crunching loudly, she scattered crumbs everywhere without a care.
With a flick of spiritual energy, she turned on the TV, tuning into a comedy show.
"Pffft—HAHAHA!"
Qin Luo emerged from the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist and a fruit platter in hand.
At the sight of Su Muwan’s lazy sprawl, he smirked in amusement.
Seriously.
No one who saw her like this would ever connect her to last night’s ruthless villainess.
"Young Mistress, have some fruit."
"Aww~ Feed me, Luo Luo~"
Qin Luo chuckled but didn’t refuse.
He settled beside her on the sofa.
Sunlight glinted off his slender, well-defined hands, still damp from washing the fruit, droplets shimmering like tiny diamonds.
Oho!
Su Muwan’s eyes sparkled as she stared, thoroughly pleased.
"Come on, feed me already~!" she whined, leaning forward with expectant, blinking eyes.
Qin Luo picked up a neatly sliced apple and held it to her lips.
Seizing the chance, Su Muwan flashed a sly grin.
Slowly, deliberately, she brushed her lips against his fingers first—
Savoring the cool, smooth texture, her mouth lingering with playful intimacy.
A jolt of electricity shot up Qin Luo’s arm, his breath hitching.
He stiffened slightly, clearing his throat. "Young Mistress, please behave."
"Hmph~"
Not missing his reaction, Su Muwan’s grin widened. She took a bite, chewing exaggeratedly.
"Mmm~ So tasty, Luo Luo~"
"Maybe ‘cause it’s got your flavor~"
Tch—
Watching her mischievous glee, Qin Luo once again acknowledged her talent for teasing him.
This won’t do.
Su Muwan, meanwhile, swallowed and immediately eyed his hands again.
"More, Luo Luo~"
Hehe!
Watching him fluster is just too fun~~
Round two, activate!
Qin Luo’s eyes narrowed briefly before softening back into warmth.
Setting the plate aside, he grabbed a tissue and leaned in—
Pretending to wipe her mouth, he instead brought his lips close to her ear, his voice a velvet murmur.
"If Young Mistress loves my flavor so much... I’ll have to ‘feed’ you properly."
Before she could react, he lifted another apple slice, pressing it lightly against her lips until they glistened.
As she parted them instinctively—
Qin Luo suddenly closed the distance, capturing the apple with his own lips and stealing a fleeting kiss.
His tongue deftly pushed the fruit into her mouth.
"Mm—?!"
Su Muwan’s mind short-circuited. Heat exploded across her face, searing to her ears.
She gulped the apple down, dazed, while Qin Luo smirked triumphantly.
Gently pinching her burning cheek, he teased, "Well, Young Mistress? Special enough for you?"
"!!"
"You—!!"
Su Muwan smacked his arm, pouting. "Qin Luo!!"
"You’re the worst!"
Yet her eyes sparkled with undisguised delight, and she wriggled closer.
"Hehe~ But I loved it."
Qin Luo smiled and held Su Muwan close, murmuring, "Mmm..."
The young lady munching on an apple was just utterly adorable!
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than—
Su Muwan, nestled in his arms, suddenly curled her lips into a sly grin. "Perfect timing!!!"
A glimmer of pink light flickered in her eyes.
"[Charm Demon's Heart-Snaring Art!!]" —Activated!!
Qin Luo: ?!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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