Qing Bukuang couldn't believe it and decided to try again.
No matter how he swung his sword, the result was the same—it was always blocked.
"Hmph, I'll get serious now."
Qing Bukuang's expression and aura shifted, and then he saw Su Luo silently draw his sword.
Qing Bukuang then sheathed his own sword.
It wasn't because he was scared, but because the Demon Lord had warned him not to escalate conflicts. He had to stop here.
What was there to fear about Su Luo drawing his sword?
Qing Bukuang returned to his normal self and said calmly, "Su Luo, you've hidden yourself well."
He had never heard of Su Luo having such skilled subordinates. He had always thought Su Luo's followers were a bunch of misfits.
Qing Bukuang stopped, but Su Luo had no intention of doing so.
"You didn't think sheathing your sword would make this disappear, did you?"
Su Luo's sword came crashing down, and the blade couldn't withstand his strength, shattering into pieces.
A powerful sword qi surged toward Qing Bukuang.
Qing Bukuang unleashed a storm of attacks, trying to dissipate the qi.
However, the sword qi showed no signs of weakening, engulfing Qing Bukuang like a tidal wave.
"Let's go, Little Yu."
Su Luo didn't bother looking at Qing Bukuang anymore. He wouldn't die, but standing up today would be difficult.
Originally, Su Luo hadn't wanted to target Qing Bukuang, considering how close he was to death.
But since Qing Bukuang had struck first, Su Luo couldn't be blamed.
"Su Luo, I want to learn that move you just did," Little Yu said, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Uh, that wasn't really a move. I just used too much force and didn't bother controlling it, which caused the sword to break. Even if I had controlled it, the sword would only last a few more swings."
It was just ordinary sword qi, but as they say, brute force can work miracles. That's all there was to it.
"Su Luo's strength is truly a mystery," Little Yu said. She had known Su Luo was strong for a long time but never had a clear idea of just how strong.
"Right? I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong, absolutely invincible!"
"Yeah, Su Luo is invincible!" Little Yu chimed in, cheering him on.
The people around them thought these two were daydreaming, their confidence bordering on delusion.
Su Luo felt a bit embarrassed. It was one thing to boast about himself, but having Little Yu sincerely praise him like this was a bit too much to handle.
Su Luo was a humble person.
"You're not bad either. Your future achievements might even surpass mine!"
Su Luo started engaging in some mutual flattery.
"Can I really do that?"
"Definitely."
"If Su Luo says so, then it must be true." Little Yu's eyes burned with determination, and she vowed to keep working hard.
Su Luo and Little Yu left, but the scene had been witnessed by the North End Demon Lord, and the outcome was beyond his expectations.
Logically, Qing Bukuang should have been stronger than Su Luo.
It was said that Su Luo had many treasures, but what treasure had he used just now?
From this perspective, Su Luo was also a dangerous individual.
Of course, the danger the North End Demon Lord referred to wasn't directed at himself but at Di Haoao.
So he went to find Elder Wei again.
"Old Wei, do you want some information?"
"What information? If it's not important, don't keep coming to me. Stay hidden."
"You know how it is," the North End Demon Lord said.
Elder Wei understood and handed over some precious cultivation resources.
"Now, can you talk?"
"I've discovered that Su Luo, one of the Seven Sons, is not as simple as he seems. Be careful. His strength far exceeds what it appears. Don't let your guard down and fail to protect Di Haoao."
"Is that so?"
"Anyway, I've given you the information. If you can't protect Di Haoao, don't blame me later."
"I know what I'm doing."
...
The next day, Su Luo disguised himself as a middle-aged man, looking disheveled and worn out.
Yun knew what Su Luo was up to but still asked, "What are you planning, Su Luo?"
"Hmph, it's my brilliant plan," Su Luo said, briefly explaining his scheme.
"But you're not married. Can you really pull this off?"
"I can just make it up as I go."
"Will this plan even work?"
"Just watch me."
In reality, it only had a small effect.
But Di Haoao's breakdown wasn't going to happen in an instant. It would be a gradual accumulation until it finally exploded.
"Where are you going, Su Luo?" Little Yu asked, wanting to follow him.
"Just taking care of some business. I'll be back soon."
He decided not to bring Little Yu or Yun along. They wouldn't be much help anyway.
Soon, Su Luo arrived at a small tavern in Yunzhu City, a rather secluded place.
Di Haoao was there, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Lately, he felt like everything was going wrong, as if the whole world was against him.
There were plenty of rumors, and even though the Tian Guang Sect had tried to clarify things, it didn't seem to help much.
He also didn't dare ask Long Xinxin who the person she had been laughing and chatting with that day was.
He had casually mentioned knowing about a few opportunities and suggested postponing the marriage to go after them first.
But Long Xinxin immediately turned hostile, firmly opposed the idea, and even tied Di Haoao up with a rope, saying he wasn't allowed to go anywhere before the wedding.
Of course, it was just a symbolic gesture, and she let him go soon after.
In short, nothing was going well.
So he came here to drown his sorrows, but the more he drank, the worse he felt.
As soon as Su Luo entered the tavern, he spotted Di Haoao.
But why was Li Siyi here too?
She was sitting at another table, quietly drinking.
What was she doing here?
Su Luo was curious but decided not to ask for now. He had to stick to the plan.
Su Luo walked straight to Di Haoao's table.
"Mind if I join you, brother?"
"Not at all."
Di Haoao didn't pay much attention and continued drinking by himself.
Su Luo sat down.
Was it just his imagination, or did Li Siyi's eyes light up when he sat down? She kept glancing over.
Had she seen through his disguise? Impossible. His disguise was perfect.
It must be a coincidence.
Su Luo continued with his act, not rushing to engage Di Haoao in conversation. When the alcohol arrived, he drank it like water.
Di Haoao watched Su Luo drinking so recklessly, even more so than himself, and grew curious. But he felt too awkward to ask.
However, since Su Luo was right there, his curiosity got the better of him. "Brother, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
Su Luo played hard to get.
Since Su Luo had said that, Di Haoao didn't press further. It wasn't his place to pry.
"Wah, I'm such a failure. Life is so hard," Su Luo suddenly burst into tears, clutching his head.
Di Haoao was startled but quickly composed himself and tried to comfort Su Luo. "Brother, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Recently, there's been all this talk about a marriage alliance, and it reminded me of my past."
"Back then, my wife loved me deeply. She listened to everything I said and was willing to be with me even though I had nothing."
"But after we got married, she changed."
"She started looking down on me, saying I was lazy, and constantly found fault with me, making me do this and that, and restricting my freedom."
Su Luo began spinning a long, emotional tale.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
