“So, why are you here?” Xu Wuliang said to Su Luo. “Didn’t we agree to act separately?”
“Yeah, and I’m acting alone by coming here. Is there a problem?”
We’re about to have a team battle. How can I not be here?
Of course, there’s a problem, but Xu Wuliang decided not to press the issue, trusting his gut feeling that arguing with Su Luo would only lead to frustration. And even if he did argue, he’d likely end up losing anyway.
Better not stir up trouble for himself.
Qing Bukuang’s face darkened. He didn’t want to see Su Luo either, but the defeat he suffered a few days ago made him hesitant to drive Su Luo away. Instead, he said, “Let’s all go find Di Haoao and kill him if we get the chance.”
Di Haoao, traveling alone, was a rare opportunity. Even if there were experts protecting him in the shadows, they had the North End Demon Lord on their side.
The North End Demon Lord had already given them the green light to go all out.
Qing Bukuang thought it was worth a try. If things went south, the North End Demon Lord would have their backs.
The other demon disciples instinctively glanced at Su Luo.
“Why are you looking at me? I’m not opposed,” Su Luo said.
“Then let’s go,” Qing Bukuang said, but then he stopped Su Luo. “I need to talk to you alone.”
The others tactfully stepped outside.
“Su Luo, if you have that kind of power, why aren’t you using it against Lin Xuan?” Qing Bukuang asked through gritted teeth, not wanting the others to know he had lost to Su Luo again.
He couldn’t understand how he had been defeated so easily, nor why Su Luo always seemed to use treasures against his own allies.
“Why do you think I have power? My cultivation is far weaker than yours.”
“Then how do you explain defeating me the other day?”
“That day, I happened to buy a treasure from a black-robed man. You insisted on attacking me, and you know how I am—I have a bad temper. So, I used the treasure on you as a test. Now it’s gone, and I didn’t even make you pay for it. You should be grateful.”
Su Luo’s excuse came effortlessly.
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Qing Bukuang’s voice rose slightly.
“If you don’t believe me, then give me a reason. Do you think I don’t want Lin Xuan dead?” Su Luo’s voice was even louder.
Qing Bukuang was momentarily speechless. He recalled how Su Luo always seemed to harbor deep hatred whenever Lin Xuan was mentioned. It was hard to believe it was all an act.
“What about your formations? Why don’t you use them against Lin Xuan?”
Qing Bukuang remembered how Su Luo had once used a formation to wipe out his subordinates in his territory.
Although only a small portion of his men had been lost—most of them were out on various missions for the Heavenly Demon Sect—the fact that Su Luo had managed to kill them, along with the subordinates of other demon disciples, proved that his formations were no joke.
“Heh, formations take time to set up. The more powerful the formation, the more complicated and time-consuming it is, not to mention the resources it consumes. If I set one up and Lin Xuan doesn’t show, are you going to reimburse me? Besides, do you think Lin Xuan doesn’t know formations? He’s quite skilled in them, and there’s a high chance he’d detect it.”
Su Luo’s mastery of formations was already at its peak, so everything he said was a lie.
But Qing Bukuang caught a key piece of information: “What do you mean? Are you saying you’ve already set up formations in my territory?”
Su Luo hadn’t spent much time in Qing Bukuang’s territory that day.
“Don’t get mad. It’s not just you—the other demon disciples are in the same boat.”
This was also a lie. Su Luo couldn’t be bothered to do something like that.
Qing Bukuang’s expression darkened further. “Do you still have any treasures to use against Lin Xuan?”
“I can’t tell you that. It’s my trump card. If I say I don’t, will you try to attack me now? Go ahead, take the gamble. See if I have any treasures left.”
Qing Bukuang didn’t dare to take that risk.
“Su Luo, don’t forget what the Demon Lord said. No infighting.”
“Relax, you can report it to the Demon Lord. I’ll take full responsibility.”
Qing Bukuang wouldn’t do that. Bothering the Demon Lord with such a trivial matter, even if he was in the right, would make him look incompetent.
“Fine, I’ll trust you for now. Next time, we must kill Lin Xuan.”
“Naturally, that’s my intention as well.”
“Let’s go find Di Haoao. By the way, what treasure are you planning to use against him?” Qing Bukuang was still probing.
“Do we even need treasures for Di Haoao? We can just overwhelm him with numbers.”
“Fair point.”
......
The entire Yunzhu City was now searching for Di Haoao, but he was already far away, hiding in a small forest.
He sat with his legs hugged to his chest, curled up beneath a large tree.
“Found you,” Su Luo said as he stepped forward.
“You!” Di Haoao had heard a little about Su Luo, mainly from the day the beast tide attacked. Su Luo and Little Yu had been particularly noticeable.
Upon inquiring, he learned that they were part of the infamous Heavenly Demon Seven.
Later, he heard that Little Yu was the truly formidable one. She had managed to fend off Su Luo while slaughtering countless beasts, making Su Luo seem insignificant in comparison.
“Su Luo of the Heavenly Demon Seven,” Su Luo introduced himself as if reading from a script.
“What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious? To kill you.”
“I just want some peace.” Di Haoao drew his sword, clearly confident that he was stronger than Su Luo.
And he wasn’t wrong—according to the narrative, he was indeed stronger than Su Luo.
He had only wanted some peace, but even in his low spirits, encountering members of the Heavenly Demon Sect meant he had to eliminate them.
“That’s not possible, so I brought some friends. Come out.”
Qing Bukuang and the others emerged from various directions, surrounding Di Haoao.
Now, Di Haoao was visibly shaken.
“Too late to run now.”
“It’s you!”
Situ Ye and Xu Wuliang had even disguised themselves as the people who had defeated Di Haoao before, then removed their disguises in front of him.
“Situ Ye of the Heavenly Demon Seven.”
“Xu Wuliang.”
Di Haoao realized the gravity of the situation. He couldn’t even handle two of them, let alone all seven.
“Di Haoao, today you die here. Since you didn’t want to marry, we’re here to help you with that,” Qing Bukuang said.
The seven took turns attacking, thoroughly beating Di Haoao.
Di Haoao was completely outmatched.
“Stop playing around. Kill him,” Qing Bukuang said, still haunted by his previous encounter with Lin Xuan. He had learned that when you want to kill someone, you should go all out from the start, or else something terrible might happen.
“I’ll take care of it,” Xu Wuliang said, his fist gathering chaotic demonic energy.
“Rock! Paper! Scissors!”
Xu Wuliang’s powerful punch shot toward Di Haoao.
After being ganged up on, Di Haoao was dazed and couldn’t dodge.
Elder Wei was about to intervene but quickly sensed someone approaching. He decided to wait.
Lin Xuan descended from the sky, his hasty strike clashing with Xu Wuliang’s.
Xu Wuliang was forced back three steps, while Lin Xuan staggered back more than a dozen.
But Xu Wuliang’s expression turned serious. He could feel that Lin Xuan’s power had grown stronger since their last encounter.
“Lin Xuan.”
“The Heavenly Demon Seven.” Lin Xuan hadn’t noticed at first, but now he saw that all seven were present.
This was trouble. He could handle one, maybe two, but three would be a struggle, and four or more? That was a different story.
Unless absolutely necessary, Lin Xuan didn’t want Elder Yan to intervene. It would deplete the energy he had painstakingly accumulated.
But when he saw Su Luo, he felt reassured. They could save Di Haoao.
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.
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.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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...
