The two of them kept talking as they fought, their swords never stopping. Although they weren’t cooperating, their movements were perfectly synchronized.
Soon, none of the criminals around them were left alive.
It was hard to tell who was the evil one here—oh, wait, Su Luo was. Well, that settled it.
What remained was the two of them standing face to face, swords in hand.
“Everyone’s dealt with. What now? My turn?” Su Luo broke the silence since Nangong Xiyun wasn’t saying anything.
“No.”
“So, what do you want?”
“Lately, I’ve been quite interested in you.”
“Can you not be? Being watched makes me uncomfortable.”
Had Su Luo done anything to catch Nangong Xiyun’s attention? Probably not. Su Luo couldn’t think of anything.
“Unfortunately, you’ve already caught my attention. If you leave the Heavenly Demon Sect, I’ll be watching you.”
Su Luo shuddered, feeling as if she were being stalked by some creepy woman—though Nangong Xiyun wasn’t actually a creep.
“Should I just stay in the Heavenly Demon Sect and never come out?”
“Just kidding. I really was passing by. Also, your swordsmanship is impressive.”
Nangong Xiyun’s figure gradually faded away, leaving just like that. She understood Su Luo to some extent—pushing her too hard wasn’t the way. It was best to keep Su Luo in a state of confusion, advancing and retreating at the right moments.
Su Luo was indeed baffled. Showing up out of nowhere and then disappearing just as suddenly—what was Nangong Xiyun thinking?
Hopefully, it really was just a coincidence.
Su Luo sometimes didn’t bother to overthink things. Maybe it was her lazy mindset, but overthinking rarely led to answers anyway—it just caused unnecessary trouble.
Su Luo continued on to her next destination.
This time, she arrived at the Moonstar Sect, aiming to destroy a statue of their sect leader—a towering figure over ten meters tall, exuding grandeur.
Su Luo stood directly on top of the statue, an act of blatant disrespect that naturally drew the ire of the Moonstar Sect’s disciples.
They flew up one after another, swords drawn, ready to make Su Luo pay.
Su Luo kicked them down one by one, standing firmly atop the statue, unmovable.
Defeat the small fry, and the bigger ones come. Defeat the bigger ones, and the elders arrive.
The disciples of the Moonstar Sect grew stronger, but Su Luo still sent them all flying. Her actions were nothing short of a slap in the face to the sect.
Finally, a Nascent Soul-level cultivator arrived, his imposing presence filling the Moonstar Sect with confidence.
Yet, in the next moment, he too was kicked back by Su Luo.
That was enough. With a single stomp, the entire statue began to crumble from the head down, collapsing into rubble.
Before leaving, Su Luo slashed her sword, leaving a massive fissure in the ground with a powerful sword aura.
She left with a flourish.
No need to leave her name—that would ruin the mystique. Let them investigate who she was.
If they couldn’t figure it out, Su Luo would hire people to spread her fame herself.
However, not far away, she ran into Nangong Xiyun again.
“So, another coincidence?”
“Yes.”
Her face was as cold as ever, not a hint of embarrassment in her tone.
Nangong Xiyun was simply standing by the roadside, and Su Luo had walked toward her. But Su Luo didn’t believe this was a coincidence.
“It’s so hot. Want to grab a drink?”
“What kind?”
You’re really going along with it? Su Luo gave Nangong Xiyun a look of disbelief.
Check your stance!
Nangong Xiyun, seeing Su Luo’s expression, realized she was joking. “You were kidding?”
“Of course! What’s your status? Drinking with me? Really?”
“True. So, what now?” Nangong Xiyun still felt like having a drink with Su Luo would be fine.
A’Yun often drank with Su Luo, but Nangong Xiyun never had.
“Whatever. Bye.”
Su Luo left again, heading to her next destination.
Nangong Xiyun didn’t follow this time, simply standing there, watching Su Luo go.
Su Luo’s next stop was the Earthly Fiend Sect. Recently, the Earthly Fiend Sect had been provoking the Heavenly Demon Sect, using the incident with the Seven Heavenly Demon Disciples to suppress and belittle the Heavenly Demon Sect while elevating themselves.
As the saying goes, instead of improving oneself, it’s easier to tear others down.
They thought the Heavenly Demon Sect was weak. Time to show them otherwise.
Su Luo arrived at a sacrificial ritual conducted by the Earthly Fiend Sect.
They were performing a live sacrifice, chanting incomprehensible songs.
Su Luo walked in alone, sword in hand.
Seeing an outsider disrupt their ritual, the Earthly Fiend Sect didn’t care who she was—they attacked immediately, planning to kill her and toss her into the sacrifice.
But no one here was a match for Su Luo.
“The Earthly Fiend Sect, eternal and unyielding!” They shouted their slogan before dying.
“Done shouting?” Su Luo asked casually, her sword never stopping as another member of the Earthly Fiend Sect fell.
The Nascent Soul-level master presiding over the ritual couldn’t sit still. He abruptly changed the chant.
“Demon God Black Fiend King, punish this insolent one!”
A massive demonic hand burst from the ground beneath the altar, accompanied by a deafening roar. Unfortunately, the Nascent Soul master could only summon an arm.
This was part of the dark summoning arts. Su Luo had studied it before, but the cost was high, and the risk of backlash was significant.
Of course, it wasn’t an actual Demon God—just a powerful secret technique.
It was a decent last-resort spell for mutual destruction.
The mere sight of the Demon God’s hand sent the followers into a frenzy. They believed it would lead them to victory.
Su Luo sliced the arm into countless pieces with a single sword strike.
Eternal and unyielding? Even the Heavenly Demon Sect didn’t go around shouting slogans like that.
At that moment, they finally felt the threat of death Su Luo brought.
Yet, they began to sing again.
Su Luo raised a finger, and a scorching flame, bright as the sun, blazed in the sky.
Then, it came crashing down.
“I’ll give you time to run.”
But no one paid attention to Su Luo, continuing to chant toward the altar.
“Time’s almost up.”
The massive fireball loomed closer.
“Whatever.”
Su Luo let the fireball crash down. She wasn’t the type to let them finish their song.
Another task completed. Su Luo glanced around. The real trouble wasn’t the tasks themselves—it was whether some big shot would suddenly appear afterward.
And, as expected, there she was.
“Sect Master Nangong, do you know what you should be called now?”
“What?”
“A lingering spirit.”
“But I’m not dead yet.”
“That’s not the point. The point is, why are you following me?”
“No reason. Just a coincidence.”
“Forced coincidence, huh? If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Don’t mess with me like this.”
“Want a drink?” Nangong Xiyun offered casually.
“Fine, let’s drink.”
Su Luo figured it was time to have a proper talk.
They found an open area, and Su Luo set up a table, chairs, spirit fruits, and nectar—fully equipped.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Anything.”
Su Luo casually mixed a drink.
“Disgusting.” Nangong Xiyun frowned.
She actually drank it? Su Luo had just been messing with her, but now that Nangong Xiyun had downed it without hesitation, Su Luo felt a bit rude.
“That was a mistake. Here, try this.”
“Delicious.” Nangong Xiyun praised.
] [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!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
