I Have Three Rules

One week later, Yun gathered all the underlings belonging to Su Luo.

It wasn’t at Su Luo’s residence, as having too many people around would just create a chaotic and smoky atmosphere.

They simply found a random spot.

The place was bustling with over a hundred people.

Well, that’s about it. It wasn’t a large number, not even close to the entourages of the other Seven Sons.

Due to the Demon Lord frequently summoning the Seven Sons, people speculated that some big move was afoot.

Thus, some individuals had already prepared themselves and joined one of the Seven Sons’ factions, hoping to gain benefits if something major indeed unfolded.

Even some titled Heavenly Demons sought out the Seven Sons to secure a position, ensuring they wouldn’t miss out on any future opportunities.

Naturally, titled Heavenly Demons weren’t particularly interested in Su Luo, as he had only recently joined the Heavenly Demon Sect and his own cultivation wasn’t strong.

While he showed potential, his treatment of his underlings was pathetic; it was as if having him as a leader was no different from having none at all.

“Silence.”

Su Luo’s voice resonated, and indeed, the crowd fell silent.

“Today, I’ve called all of you here to let you know that being my underling isn’t easy. If any of you regret it now, you can leave.”

“Su Luo, I’m out. I came here just to scold you, you s——”

**Great Mercy Palm.**

A massive, demonic hand materialized out of thin air, sending the man flying.

“If you’re leaving, do so politely,” Su Luo continued, gazing at the rest. “I’m not some demon; parting ways amicably is fine. Feel free to go.”

A couple of individuals left; they were already planning to quit and had wanted to hurl a few insults, but after witnessing the fate of the man just now, they decided against it.

Saving their necks was more important.

“If any of you still wish to be my underling, you must adhere to my rules.”

“First, I won’t provide you with anything.”

Su Luo stated this matter-of-factly, still displaying a hint of benevolence, as he didn’t even demand they offer tributes.

“Then why should we follow you?”

“Su Mozi, isn’t that a bit too harsh? We trusted you and followed you; yet, you’re saying such heartbreaking words?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you? Su Mozi has always been like this; today, he’s just being upfront about it.”

“Then how can you tolerate it?”

“It must be Su Mozi’s awe-inspiring presence etched into my mind.”

This person recalled Su Luo’s always calm demeanor and how each of his moves was precise and decisive. Even the memory of that lightning strike stirred excitement. Our Su Mozi is incredibly powerful!

“You’re mad. You’re on your own; I’m out.”

“You’ll regret it.”

“... Shut up; you’re making me want to hit you.”

“Come at me, then! Anyone who disrespects Su Mozi is my enemy!”

“You’re insane!”

...

Su Luo looked at his underlings arguing and didn’t know what to say. There were actually people defending him; how loyal.

Nonetheless, this wouldn’t change Su Luo’s stance.

He wouldn’t stop anyone who wanted to leave; Su Luo wasn’t petty enough to hold grudges.

“Second, what she says holds the same weight as my words.”

Su Luo pointed to Yun by his side, marking the first time he publicly acknowledged her as his representative.

“Su Mozi, the first rule I can reluctantly accept, but the second one, I’m not convinced. I’m confident I’m no inferior to her.”

“Yun, subdue him instantly.”

“Xiao Pa, subdue him instantly.”

Without hesitation, Xiao Pa unleashed a Solar Flare attack.

Even with the man straining to defend himself, it was futile. Even nearby good samaritans trying to shield him were thrown back.

“See? She has power, but listen carefully: mere strength isn’t enough to serve as my representative.”

“What matters is loyalty—her unwavering loyalty far surpasses any of yours. That’s the crux of it.”

In saying this, Yun should be delighted, thinking I trust her loyalty completely. After all, undercover agents love hearing that.

Now that Su Luo had spoken so clearly, no one dared raise any objections.

“Third...”

Before Su Luo could continue, someone walked by in a daze, exuding an ominous aura.

It was Liao Duci.

He looked disheveled, a shadow of his former self as one of the Seven Sons. His appearance was haggard—deep black rings under his eyes, a pale, almost bloodless lip, muttering incoherently.

“It’s not... It shouldn’t be this way... Why did I fail...?”

He had been utterly shattered by Lin Xuan. The poison he prided himself on had been useless, repeatedly neutralized.

“Liao Duci, we’re having a meeting here; move along.”

Only then did Liao Duci come to his senses and notice Su Luo and his group.

“It’s you...”

Before Liao Duci could regain his senses, Su Luo’s **Great Mercy Palm** sent him flying again. Such slowness in leaving deserved expulsion.

Su Luo continued his earlier words, but poison began to spread.

Liao Duci had returned.

“Su Luo, you’ve snapped me out of it.”

“So, you want me to console you now? Sorry, you’re just a failure.”

“No, no. I failed against Lin Xuan. It seems you truly loathe him; he’s indeed strong, too strong for me. But you? I can surely handle.”

“Seeking confidence from beating me?”

“Not at all. I just think you’re also annoying.”

Angered, Liao Duci spewed forth torrents of poison.

Su Luo’s underlings were in danger, collapsing one by one.

Liao Duci wasn’t massacring fellow sect members, but the poison he released wasn’t weak either. Weak cultivators would inevitably perish.

Yun remained unharmed, as Xiao Pa waved her little hand, dispersing the poison. The gesture seemed abstract and nonsensical, yet it worked flawlessly, preventing even a trace of poison from getting close.

Truly, Xiao Pa was a marvel.

Seeing his poisoned underlings, Su Luo remained unmoved.

But Liao Duci couldn’t hold back.

“This is my special creation for you, the Poison Dragon!”

A purple-black poison dragon charged at Su Luo, rendering everything in its path lifeless.

“Your poison is useless against me.”

Su Luo tore the poison dragon apart with his bare hands but showed no signs of poisoning.

Liao Duci couldn’t believe it. His painstakingly crafted poison, using precious materials, had no effect whatsoever!

“Why! How did you all manage this!?”

First Lin Xuan, then Su Luo, both seemingly immune to his poison.

Liao Duci couldn’t accept it. His poison had even made the likes of Qing Bukuang cautious.

“Get lost. You’re nothing but a pathetic stray now.”

Su Luo casually wielded a blade of ki with his hand.

Liao Duci mustered all his poison to resist, hoping to dissolve and corrode Su Luo’s ki attack.

A normal ki attack would have been neutralized by Liao Duci’s poison, but this was Su Luo’s attack—it ripped through, leaving a deep scar across Liao Duci’s body and sending him flying.

“Finally, some peace.”

Indeed, silence reigned, though many of the underlings lay incapacitated, casualties of Liao Duci’s poison.

Su Luo continued indifferently:

“Third, your lives are of no concern to me.”

With that, Su Luo departed.

Though he didn’t care about his underlings’ lives, his defeat of Liao Duci was real.

This was one of the veteran Seven Sons of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Seeing Su Mozi triumph so easily was eye-opening.

Witnessing this firsthand, any lingering doubts vanished.

Perhaps choosing Su Mozi wasn’t such a bad decision after all.