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: ?!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
