Even if Little Yu came, Su Luo would still go about his business as usual.
Well, to be honest, there wasn’t much to do in the Heavenly Demon Sect in the first place.
Su Luo opened his diary.
【After the recent major failure of the Seven Disciples, each of them reflected deeply and began to push their limits.】
【Competition breeds motivation. If it weren’t for Lin Xuan, the Seven Disciples might have stagnated for who knows how long. We should really thank Lin Xuan.】
【Cui Baiquan and Shan Gui have learned new techniques.】
【Liao Duci is still tinkering with his ineffective poisons, destined to remain the weakest of the Seven Disciples.】
【Situ Ye has no future left, still obsessed with his pills, learning how to increase his pill consumption.】
【Xu Wuliang has modified his arms, incorporating something sinister, greatly enhancing their power.】
【Qing Bukuang has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, but he’s not satisfied and has added more trump cards to his arsenal.】
【As for me, it’s time to seek Yin Youming for further breakthroughs.】
【In the current plot, my strength is no longer sufficient. I need a significant boost, or I won’t be able to keep up with the changes. The price I’ll have to pay will naturally be higher.】
【This time, seeking Yin Youming left me paralyzed for a month. Even after recovering, I still suffer from some aftereffects, like talking to myself and feeling a bit insane.】
【Meanwhile, Lin Xuan has begun his campaign against the beast army, and among them, White-faced Eagle, the most capable subordinate of General Black Horn, is the greatest enemy this time.】
【...】
【Finally, White-faced Eagle was dealt with, and Lin Xuan became a hero once again, striking a heavy blow against the beast army.】
【This also made General Black Horn remember Lin Xuan.】
Su Luo closed the diary. It was all about attribute points, nothing particularly rewarding.
This was expected.
As soon as Su Luo finished writing in his diary, there was a commotion outside.
People had come, drawn by Little Yu’s reputation, hoping to see her.
“Su Luo, I heard you’ve got a new talented subordinate. I’m here to spar with her.”
“A fallen member of the righteous path, huh? Interesting. Let’s see how far she’s fallen.”
“Su Luo, lend me the Seven Stars Sword for a bit.”
What a racket.
Su Luo’s subordinates had been trying to drive them away, but their cultivation was too low. Instead of succeeding, they got beaten up.
The reputation of the Seven Disciples had taken a hit recently, so some people had started looking down on them.
In the Heavenly Demon Sect, strength speaks.
These people were at the Golden Core stage, and some even held the title of Heavenly Demon. Without sufficient strength, one wouldn’t dare provoke the Seven Disciples.
This also had something to do with Little Yu. After several battles outside, she had gained some fame in the cultivation world.
Her betrayal of the Seven Stars Sword Sect was big news, shocking everyone.
However, the Heavenly Demon Sect also had mixed feelings about Little Yu.
Some believed in her, while others didn’t.
Some even wanted to snatch her away—either to take her as a disciple, use her for experiments, or extract something like the “Supreme Bone.”
In short, while Little Yu hadn’t yet firmly established herself in the Heavenly Demon Sect, people were looking for excuses to cause trouble and see if they could gain something.
“Su Luo, I’m sorry for causing you trouble,” Little Yu said, feeling guilty.
“You’re underestimating me. This isn’t trouble, but if you feel bad, you can handle it.”
Su Luo activated the formation.
Since this was his residence, the formation was naturally quite advanced. The people outside were startled.
Su Luo stepped out and said, “Since you’re all so interested in Little Yu, come in and face her one-on-one.”
The others weren’t happy.
“Take down the formation, and we’ll come in.”
“We’re not here to oppose you, Su Luo. We just want to test whether Little Yu has truly joined the Heavenly Demon Sect.”
“Who knows if your formation is rigged? This isn’t fair.”
Su Luo laughed. “Haha, since when do we care about fairness? If you’re not happy, break the formation and come in. Otherwise, stop shouting at my door.”
It had some effect. Some were intimidated and left, but others weren’t so easily scared.
However, no one could damage the formation.
For those at the Nascent Soul stage and above, Su Luo used the formation to block them. As for the rest, he let Little Yu handle them.
This was a chance for Little Yu to gain combat experience.
By now, Little Yu had no match among Golden Core cultivators, so Su Luo decided to let some Nascent Soul cultivators in.
In fact, Little Yu could hold her own even against Nascent Soul cultivators. This wasn’t just one battle—she had already defeated several early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
This display of strength earned her respect.
Some even suggested that she could replace Cui Baiquan as one of the Seven Disciples.
Su Luo made it clear that he hadn’t hired anyone to spread such rumors. He had never considered making Little Yu one of the Seven Disciples.
Gradually, the number of troublemakers decreased, and peace returned.
However, there was always someone tougher. Yin Youming showed up.
“Oh, what a rare guest. You actually came,” Su Luo said with a smile.
“Indeed. I wonder if you’ll give me face.”
“Haha, that depends on what you want.”
“I want to hear...”
“No need to say more. I refuse.”
Su Luo cut him off. Yin Youming loved hearing people scream in agony. There was no way Su Luo would agree to that.
“I’ll give you one more chance. Say it again,” Yin Youming’s face darkened. Did he think his fake smile would work?
“Even ten more chances won’t change my answer.”
Su Luo’s smile was gone.
“You’re refusing me? Hahaha, don’t forget, when you first joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, you were nothing but an ant.”
Yin Youming was furious. He still remembered how pitiful Su Luo had looked when he first joined the sect. Now, he dared to refuse him?
Did he think he could fly now? Time to clip his wings.
Facing Yin Youming’s mockery, Su Luo remained unmoved. “And now? Do you still think I’m an ant you can mess with?”
“Of course,” Yin Youming said confidently.
Su Luo used a suction technique to pull him into the formation.
“What, you think your formation can handle me? I’m not like those trash.”
“Let’s see how different you are, then.”
“Hmph.” Yin Youming immediately used his signature move, the Netherworld Flame.
However, the overwhelming flames couldn’t touch Su Luo. They simply circled around him.
【Flame Monarch】
“What’s going on? Why won’t my flames obey me?” Yin Youming noticed something was wrong.
“Damn formation.”
Thinking the formation was the cause, Yin Youming switched to attacking it.
But the Netherworld Flame was useless, just swirling around without hitting anything.
Meanwhile, Su Luo had already taken out a chair and sat down to enjoy the show.
Yin Youming made a quick decision. “Even without flames, I can still defeat you.”
He switched to lightning spells. Indeed, if flames didn’t work, other techniques might.
However, Yin Youming’s mastery lay in the Netherworld Flame. His other techniques were mediocre at best.
And mediocre techniques were better left unused.
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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?”
