Su Luo bid farewell to Li Siyi and continued walking towards the direction of Little Yu and Yun.
Not long after, he met Little Yu and Yun.
For their safety, Su Luo had Yun take Little Yu far away.
Yun found it easy to come up with an excuse to leave, as Little Yu wouldn’t suspect much.
"Su Luo, you’re back! Are you alright?"
Yun warmly welcomed Su Luo’s return.
Nangong Xiyun felt like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. It had been a long time since she had immersed herself so deeply in playing a role.
Especially since she had just been acting cold and aloof, and now she had to switch to being warm and welcoming.
"I’m fine. Let’s go back."
Little Yu asked, "Just us? Is it okay to go back like this?"
Little Yu also felt that it might not be a good idea for only them to return at this time.
"It’s fine. Once you’re back, don’t do or say anything. Leave the rest to me."
"Alright." Little Yu naturally trusted Su Luo.
"Will there be any trouble?" Yun asked worriedly.
"There will be, but it’s within an acceptable range. What, do you want to share the punishment with me?"
"No problem! As your most loyal subordinate, it’s my duty to share your burdens."
"Forget it. Your small frame can’t handle it. Little Yu might be able to, though."
Little Yu: ?
Six out of the seven disciples had died, and this matter was extremely serious.
The outside world was naturally celebrating, and all the credit was given to Lin Xuan, whose reputation once again shook the heavens.
A new star had risen, hailed as the future of the cultivation world.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Sect was furious.
The future of the Heavenly Demon Sect had been wiped out just like that. Many had invested significant resources, and now it was all gone.
But no matter how serious the situation was, life had to go on.
The Heavenly Demon Sect also had to deal with this matter.
There would no longer be the seven disciples.
Since the Heavenly Demon Sect no longer had any outstanding young talents, pulling up a new group would only lower the standard of the seven disciples and invite ridicule from the outside world.
So, they decided to temporarily abolish the seven disciples and wait until there were enough talented newcomers to reform the group.
Another reason was that turmoil had begun, and there was no time to train the seven disciples anymore.
The so-called turmoil referred to the chaos that had erupted in the cultivation world, with the sudden rise of the demon beast armies and the chaotic conflicts between sects.
Especially since the Heavenly Demon Sect had attacked the ten great sects, firing the first shot in the cultivation world’s upheaval, all sorts of demons and monsters had begun to cause trouble.
After that, the Left Envoy sought to further disrupt the cultivation world, leading the Heavenly Demon Sect to stir up trouble and restore the sect’s greatness.
And, of course, to seize some wealth and resources along the way.
Naturally, there was no time to worry about the seven disciples.
Su Luo had survived this time, but he would still have to bear the responsibility. Damaging the reputation of the Heavenly Demon Sect was a crime.
Since everyone else had died, Su Luo would have to shoulder the blame.
The death penalty could be avoided, but punishment was inevitable.
First, Su Luo’s status as one of the seven disciples was revoked, and all his privileges were taken away. He was no longer in a special position within the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Then, Su Luo had to accept punishment for this failure, mainly involving physical beatings.
But given Su Luo’s current strength, and with the ability to ["share the pain"],
being beaten would only bring misfortune to others.
And the unfortunate one this time was naturally Yin Youming. Looking at Su Luo, who was tied up, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.
How could he pass up this opportunity? He even volunteered for the task.
"Su Luo, you’ve fallen into my hands. You’re out of luck this time."
"Not necessarily."
"Let’s see who can save you now. Return my innate Netherfire to me, and I might spare you."
I’m lying. Even if you give it back, I’ll still make you suffer.
"Sure."
A ball of Netherfire appeared, which was indeed Yin Youming’s innate Netherfire.
"Hahaha, it’s finally back! Su Luo, you’re wise to know when to yield. Unfortunately, you’ll still have to pay for your actions."
Su Luo simply smiled.
Yin Youming hated it when people laughed at him. Come on, innate Netherfire, show your power in my hands once again!
However, the Netherfire surrounded Su Luo, as if protecting him, and showed no intention of attacking.
No matter how much Yin Youming tried to control it, the Netherfire simply wouldn’t obey him.
"Su Luo, what trick did you play?"
"I’m tied up. What trick could I possibly play? Weren’t you going to punish me? Get on with it."
Yin Youming was furious. He began to unleash attacks against Su Luo.
But all of them were blocked by the Netherfire.
This only made him angrier.
Just as he was thinking of how to deal with Su Luo, even considering calling for help to make Su Luo pay,
the Demon Lord arrived.
"Demon Lord."
"Leave him to me. I’ll punish him personally."
"Yes."
Jiang Ningshu’s fingers lightly brushed past, and Su Luo’s bindings were undone.
Then, Jiang Ningshu turned and left.
Su Luo, understanding the situation, followed.
As for Yin Youming, he was still respectfully seeing off the Demon Lord when he suddenly remembered.
What about my innate Netherfire? Su Luo!
Yin Youming could only hope that the Demon Lord would severely punish Su Luo.
Su Luo followed the Demon Lord to a familiar room.
He was slightly troubled. Now that the Demon Lord had regained a bit of her strength, she had started venturing out.
In the past, when she had no strength, she would never go out and would avoid meeting people as much as possible.
Letting the Demon Lord regain her strength too early—was it a mistake or not?
"Tell me, what should I do next?"
The Demon Lord’s first words almost made Su Luo lose his composure. Instead of discussing punishment, she brought up such a topic.
"Well, I’m not even one of the seven disciples anymore. Do I have the right to guide you, Demon Lord?"
"It’s fine. Just say what you think. I’m only listening to opinions."
"Stay here and don’t go anywhere?"
"Is that the best course of action?"
"I don’t know. Don’t you know what you want to do?"
"That’s why I’m asking you."
Su Luo didn’t dare to offer any advice, as it might affect the Demon Lord.
"If you don’t know what to do, then do nothing. When the time comes, you’ll naturally know what you want to do."
"Is it really that simple?"
"That’s what I think."
The Demon Lord fell silent for a moment.
"I heard you want to take my position?"
Su Luo looked at her strangely. Who said that? Who’s trying to frame me?
Although I will eventually take her position, now is not the time.
"That’s not true. I am utterly loyal to the Demon Lord and have no intention of coveting your position."
"Actually, I could let you have it."
"Why would you think that?"
"I can’t find a reason to want to be the Demon Lord anymore, and with my current strength, if discovered, the consequences wouldn’t be good." Jiang Ningshu felt like nothing mattered anymore.
That was true. Although she had regained some strength, it wasn’t enough to securely hold the position of Demon Lord.
"Do you think I’m strong enough?"
"Aren’t you?" Jiang Ningshu probed. She didn’t underestimate Su Luo, but she had no idea how strong he really was.
"Of course not."
......
"Alright, I’ll think about it some more."
"Then I’ll take my leave."
"Mm."
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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...
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.
