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.
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