Cui Baiquan was already rushing toward Su Luo at this point, having just slapped Qing Bukuang, yet he still managed to grin cheekily beside him.
But halfway there, Qing Bukuang grabbed his shoulder, pinning him in place, making it impossible for him to move.
Now, Cui Baiquan was in a panic, his mind slightly clearer.
At the same time, he felt a pang of regret. He shouldn’t have acted so impulsively.
It was all Su Luo’s fault for being so arrogant, making him green with envy.
“Su Luo, hurry up and act! We’re allies!” Cui Baiquan’s only hope now was Su Luo.
He knew full well that Qing Bukuang wouldn’t let him off after being slapped.
But as long as Su Luo helped him, it wouldn’t be a problem.
The problem was, Su Luo, why aren’t you acting yet? Do you want to see me die?
Su Luo glanced back at him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen the situation, but letting Cui Baiquan slap Qing Bukuang again wasn’t an option—Qing Bukuang wouldn’t allow it.
“Act? Cui Baiquan, my exact words were: if you slap Qing Bukuang, I’ll consider cooperating. Now, I’ve considered it, and I won’t cooperate with you.”
“No, you can’t do this!”
“Impulse is the devil, Cui Baiquan.”
“No, Su Luo, don’t abandon me! I’m valuable!”
But Su Luo only looked at him coldly.
“Now, anything else to say?”
It was Qing Bukuang’s turn to speak. He wasn’t about to let this matter slide easily.
Su Luo’s antics were already infuriating enough, and now someone had the audacity to add fuel to the fire.
Good, very good.
Do you, Cui Baiquan, have as many trump cards as Su Luo? If not, prepare to feel despair.
“Su Luo, save me!” Cui Baiquan cried out in a final plea.
“Goodbye.”
Su Luo mercilessly abandoned him—though it wasn’t really abandonment, as they had no real connection to begin with.
Dealing with Cui Baiquan wasn’t urgent. What Qing Bukuang needed most now was to make a bold statement and save face.
“Su Luo, you’ve got the upper hand today, but your luck will run out eventually.”
Su Luo stopped in his tracks and turned back.
Qing Bukuang instantly went on guard.
Su Luo was below, while Qing Bukuang stood above.
But that didn’t make Qing Bukuang think he could look down on Su Luo.
“Whether my luck runs out or not is a matter for later. Have you heard of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit?”
What fruit?
Su Luo swallowed a strange fruit in one gulp.
He clenched his left fist and pulled it to his right side, assuming a stance, then gathered his strength.
With a single punch, the air seemed to shatter, countless cracks appearing.
The ground beneath Qing Bukuang’s feet was torn apart by a force surging upward.
The earth shook, mountains trembled!
In an instant, the other seven were scattered by the force.
The scene was utterly devastated in a single moment.
Qing Bukuang was stunned. If that force had directly hit him, would he have survived?
What kind of strange Tremor-Tremor Fruit was that? Why had he never heard of it?
Su Luo retracted his fist. “That’s it. Everyone, stop destroying other people’s property from now on.”
Then he turned and left.
But Cui Baiquan wasn’t so lucky.
Without Cui Baiquan saying a word, Qing Bukuang was already pummeling him.
He didn’t use a sword—fists were better for inflicting pain.
His fists rained down on Cui Baiquan’s face.
This went on for at least an hour.
After the beating, Qing Bukuang’s mood, which had been terrible, improved slightly.
He snorted coldly. “Shan Gui, are you with him too? Do you also want to slap me?”
Shan Gui pondered, considering how to respond.
After all, they were indeed allies, but Cui Baiquan hadn’t informed him about today’s events, making it all quite sudden.
Cui Baiquan, however, spoke up. “Only I had that intention. Shan Gui has nothing to do with this.”
“Now you want to play the good guy?”
“I’m just telling the truth. I made the wrong choice, and I admit it. But Shan Gui has nothing to do with it.”
Qing Bukuang stomped on Cui Baiquan’s stomach.
“If you say so, then I’ll let it go.”
“But from now on, whenever you see us, you must kneel and bow.”
“Any objections?”
Qing Bukuang’s foot pressed down harder.
“...None,” Cui Baiquan reluctantly agreed.
He hated Qing Bukuang, but he hated Su Luo even more.
From now on, he would never dream of cooperating with Su Luo again!
Su Luo, you’re just as despicable!
...
After leaving Qing Bukuang’s place, Su Luo looked up at the sky.
He had done a series of things, but he didn’t feel particularly satisfied.
To Su Luo, the other seven were just tools for advancing the plot, and they were too weak to stir any emotions in him.
What was wrong with him?
Was he angry because of Yun?
No, no, that couldn’t be. It was the house, yes, he was angry about his house.
He’d lived there for so long, only to find it destroyed when he returned, ready to rest.
Anyone would be furious, right?
Su Luo, Su Luo, you need to control that temper. If you’re like this in the real world... actually, it might be kind of fun?
Cough... stop thinking about nonsense.
Su Luo returned to his residence, where his subordinates were still diligently repairing his room.
It was almost done—after all, they were cultivators.
But striving for perfection took time.
“Demon Lord Su, you’re back.”
The subordinates immediately gathered around, noticing Su Luo was unharmed.
Huh? Did he really just go for a walk? Not to avenge us?
Well, that’s a bit disappointing.
But the next sentence was even more disheartening.
“You can leave now.”
Typical Demon Lord Su.
The subordinates were getting used to it. If one day Demon Lord Su treated them kindly, it would probably mean the sky was falling.
But before leaving, they had to ask.
“Demon Lord Su, is there anything else you’d like us to fix? We’ll do it right away!”
“No need.”
“Understood, we’ll take our leave now.”
With no further questions, the subordinates headed out.
Then Yun spoke up. “What about me?”
“Aren’t you staying here?”
“Oh, right.”
The subordinates who had already left started to feel envious.
Of course, Yun is special. How does she do it?
I wish I could live here too, wuwu.
Finally, after everyone had left, Yun asked, “Demon Lord Su, what were you doing earlier?”
“Nothing, just a walk.”
“Alright.”
“Yun...”
“Hmm?”
“Are your injuries okay?”
“They’re fine, nothing to worry about.” To prove it, Yun spun around. “I’m so touched that Demon Lord Su cares about me.”
“Just asking casually,” Su Luo said, turning his face away.
“Really? Really?” Yun’s face was almost touching Su Luo’s.
Su Luo placed his hands on Yun’s face and rubbed it back and forth. “What are you so happy about? If you’re fine, go do whatever you need to do.”
“Okay, okay.”
(*^▽^*)
Xiao Pa: Is no one going to care about me?
Xiao Pa, the lonely figure licking its wounds in the corner, naturally caught the attention of Su Luo and Yun.
They both began tending to Xiao Pa’s injuries.
Actually, Xiao Pa wasn’t seriously hurt, but being cared for by the two of them made it roll around happily in their hands.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
