Su Luo walked towards the door.
Jiang Ningshu watched Su Luo leave, feeling that she needed to do something more. Just not being threatened like this didn't seem enough to greatly shock Su Luo. Would Su Luo still write about her in his diary after this? Maybe he thought he had dealt with her and then forgot about it for the time being.
"Su Luo."
Su Luo stopped in his tracks but did not turn around: "Is there anything else?"
"Take this."
Jiang Ningshu threw a sword towards him.
Su Luo did not turn around, but he was able to reach out and catch the sword flying from behind.
Jiang Ningshu asked: "Do you know what this is?"
"I do."
"It's yours now."
"The Demon Lord is indeed generous."
This was the Heavenly Demon Sword, only the Heavenly Demon Lord was qualified to wield it. Not only was it one of the top divine swords in the world, but it was also a symbol of status. Showing it off could make all members of the Heavenly Demon Sect bow in respect. Of course, there was also a chance they might think it was fake.
"Help me, and I won't mistreat you."
Since the Demon Lord's power had been sealed, the Heavenly Demon Sword had not been taken out much. This time, directly giving it to Su Luo was meant to give him a great shock.
Jiang Ningshu had also considered giving other things, but they were all too ordinary. The Heavenly Demon Sword, however, was different. It was not just a sword but also a symbol of status.
Indeed, Su Luo was surprised. He couldn't understand why the Demon Lord suddenly gave him this sword.
"Even if you give me this, I can't instantly restore your strength."
"You don't need to do anything. It's just a gift."
"Hehe, if I use this outside, what will others think of me? It might even bring disaster."
"That's true. Then let's change it."
Jiang Ningshu handed over her true personal sword. In her prime, she used dual swords.
"This is Xia Ying. Those who have seen it are already dead."
Su Luo took a look and confirmed it was genuine, which made him truly puzzled.
"Let me say it again: I don't have the ability to restore your strength in the short term."
He had the ability, but he would not say so.
"And I'll say it again: It's a gift."
Su Luo turned to look at Jiang Ningshu. At this moment, she had already returned to her throne, showing no intentions.
"If that's the case, I'll take it. You can ask for it back anytime if you regret it." Su Luo didn't hold back. Maybe the Demon Lord would regret it.
"Such a thing, I can give, and I won't take it back."
Until Su Luo left the door, the Demon Lord said nothing more.
When had the Demon Lord ever been so generous? If it were some other item, Su Luo wouldn't care, but this was the Demon Lord's personal sword.
Jiang Ningshu's move truly caught Su Luo's attention. But Su Luo wouldn't dwell on one thing for too long. If he couldn't figure it out, he would just set it aside for now.
...
After Su Luo left, Jiang Ningshu couldn't suppress her excitement anymore and laughed wildly, losing all her composure.
Finally... finally, she could regain her strength.
The Demon Lord couldn't wait to start following Su Luo's method.
She really felt her strength returning.
It was just that the speed... well, it was incredibly slow, not just a little slow.
But being able to recover was already great.
However, as time went on, Jiang Ningshu had a slight suspicion. Did Su Luo have a better method?
Her intuition told her that she could recover faster.
So she deduced Su Luo's method, hoping to find a better one.
But Su Luo had anticipated this. The method he gave would not allow Jiang Ningshu to deduce correctly.
After some time, Jiang Ningshu indeed couldn't deduce anything. She thought Su Luo's method was probably correct.
She shouldn't doubt Su Luo.
Jiang Ningshu began to fully focus on restoring her strength.
...
Su Luo had long since put Xia Ying back into his storage ring. This time, not only was he questioned by the Left Envoy, but the Right Envoy also asked him.
They were unusually concerned about the Demon Lord.
But Su Luo easily brushed it off, since it wasn't just him being summoned, so they couldn't figure out what the Demon Lord was up to.
Before leaving, the Demon Lord had someone deliver a message, saying she wouldn't be summoning the Seven Sons recently.
Su Luo nodded inwardly, good, that's how it should be.
He left satisfied.
Back at his residence, Yun came over.
"How was it? What did the Demon Lord call you for this time?"
"As usual, nothing."
Su Luo, of course, wouldn't tell her the truth.
If I told her I threatened the Demon Lord, would she believe it?
"You won't even tell me. Am I not trustworthy?"
"The more you know, the sooner you die."
"But you won't let me die, will you?"
"Hmph, what kind of status do you have? If you die, it's your own problem. Just don't let your blood splash on me."
"You're truly heartless." Yun was used to Su Luo speaking like this.
But based on her understanding of Su Luo, when the time comes, he wouldn't actually be so ruthless.
Suddenly, Yun remembered she had something to tell Su Luo: "Oh, by the way, your subordinates have increased. Do you want to check it out?"
"What's going on?"
Su Luo didn't even know who his subordinates were. Whenever something needed to be managed, he just handed it over to Yun.
Normally, such management of subordinates was bad enough, but now they've increased?
"Recently, the Demon Lord has been seeing you Seven Sons a lot, so your reputation has risen. Many people within the sect are starting to move, wanting to pick a good place to attach themselves to. And we just happen to be taking them."
Indeed, they were taking anyone, but there were no benefits, just an empty title, and they had to work for free for Su Luo.
But those who came weren't good either. Usually, they were the rejects of the other Seven Sons, having no other choice.
"Leave it to you." Su Luo wasn't interested in these matters.
"But some people are starting to make trouble."
"If they're making trouble, they're making trouble. I won't interfere."
Su Luo was like this. He no longer wanted to manage any of his forces within the Heavenly Demon Sect. Anyway, his current strength was strong enough for him to handle everything himself.
"It's not others they're causing trouble for; it's you."
"Me?"
"Yes, they initially just complained about you, but then they gradually became dissatisfied. With more people joining, they started forming a group, demanding you give them an explanation."
As for what explanation, it was naturally about following Su Luo for so long without getting anything in return, which made them unhappy.
"It's also a feat that they could stomach it until now. If that's the case, fine, have them all come in a week. I'll give them an explanation."
As to why in a week, it was naturally to gather everyone at once. Su Luo didn't want to deal with it a second time.
Yun was a bit surprised: "I thought you'd just toss it to me again."
"It's not that I look down on you, but can you handle it?"
Yun's strength now entirely relied on Xiao Pa. In fact, there were already some who didn't respect her.
Although Su Luo's subordinates were mostly useless, there were some with decent strength who naturally didn't respect Yun.
"Whether you say I can or can't, I listen. I don't overstep my authority."
"Such confidence. But this time, let me handle it. I have to give them an answer."
As for what answer, it was naturally to purge them.
What guards, what blades, I, as Su Mozi, also need my own loyal subordinates.
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?”
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
