Sometimes, a strong aura alone isn't enough to intimidate the opponent. The South End Demon Lord sneered disdainfully.
"You've got spirit, but it's not up to you."
He wasn't here to negotiate with Su Luo; he was here to take what he wanted by force.
"Confirm again, which one is the person you want?" the South End Demon Lord asked. With enough spirit stones, the service would naturally be thorough.
"It's her," Lu Xiezi pointed at Yun.
"I said I refuse," Su Luo declared.
"And I said I'm not asking for your opinion," the South End Demon Lord retorted.
With his immense power, the South End Demon Lord didn't need to bother with trivialities like etiquette or diplomacy.
He had worked hard to reach this position so that others would show him respect, not the other way around.
Since that was the case, there was nothing more to discuss. Su Luo raised his sword and pointed it at the South End Demon Lord.
"Young man, not everyone can be pointed at with a sword," the South End Demon Lord said, not minding the idea of teaching Su Luo a lesson. It would be a trivial matter, requiring little effort.
"South End Demon Lord, stop this," Jiang Ningshu appeared before them, removing her hat to reveal her face.
Her expression was cold, her piercing gaze seemingly able to penetrate one's soul. An overwhelming aura emanated from her, suffocating those around her.
The Demon Lord!
Lu Xiezi and the South End Demon Lord were undoubtedly shocked. Why was the Demon Lord here?
Lu Xiezi's puppets all bowed their heads. "Greetings, Demon Lord."
The South End Demon Lord also offered a greeting, though without much ceremony. In the past, he would have shown more respect, but the current Demon Lord? Well, that was another story.
Jiang Ningshu spoke emotionlessly, "Let this matter end here. Don't cause any more trouble."
"Yes," Lu Xiezi immediately agreed. Even if he was unwilling, he couldn't show it in front of the Demon Lord.
The South End Demon Lord, however, looked at the Demon Lord with slight surprise. Her performance was quite convincing this time, full of confidence, unlike the hollow bravado of before. It seemed her acting had improved significantly in such a short time.
The Demon Lord was impressive, indeed.
After a moment of thought, the South End Demon Lord also agreed, "Yes."
If the employer had given up, there was no point in pressing further. Although he looked down on the Demon Lord, who had lost her cultivation, he still had to maintain a facade of respect to survive in the Heavenly Demon Sect.
"Go back now," the Demon Lord commanded.
Her words were absolute, at least on the surface.
Without further questions, they left.
Outside, the South End Demon Lord turned to Lu Xiezi. "What do you think is the relationship between the Demon Lord and this Su Luo?"
"..." Lu Xiezi remained silent.
The South End Demon Lord continued, "It's quite fascinating. But this information will surely be valuable. It could fetch a good price."
Lu Xiezi still didn't respond. He didn't dare to discuss matters concerning the Demon Lord, especially not so close to her.
"By the way, I expect my payment in full," the South End Demon Lord said with a smile, though his tone made it clear he wasn't joking. Even though the mission had failed, he still demanded his reward.
"Of course, it will be delivered to your residence shortly," Lu Xiezi replied, not daring to provoke the South End Demon Lord.
"Good," the South End Demon Lord said, satisfied, before leaving.
The puppets remained motionless, as Lu Xiezi temporarily stopped controlling them, lost in thought.
There was nothing more to say about the failed mission. With the Demon Lord's intervention, what else could they do?
Now, he was curious. What was the relationship between the Demon Lord and Su Luo?
Why was the Demon Lord here?
It felt like there was a huge secret waiting to be uncovered. This Su Luo was truly extraordinary.
In that case, it would be best to build a good relationship with Su Luo in the future.
Lu Xiezi made up his mind. Once the Demon Lord left, he would talk to Su Luo. If necessary, he wouldn't mind apologizing.
A true man knows when to bend and when to stand firm.
Inside, Su Luo turned to Jiang Ningshu. "Thank you."
The Demon Lord shook her head. "This time, I might not have helped you. In fact, it might have made your situation worse."
Su Luo understood, but he still said, "We'll deal with the future later. For now, thank you."
"If you can't resolve it, call me anytime," Jiang Ningshu said seriously.
After all, it was because of Su Luo that she had regained her strength.
With a little more time, she would complete the second stage of her recovery. By then, she wouldn't have much to fear.
"Alright," Su Luo agreed, though he didn't plan to rely on the Demon Lord's help unless absolutely necessary.
"I'll head back now," Jiang Ningshu said, then left.
After what had happened, she no longer felt like taking a stroll. It was better to return and focus on restoring her strength.
Su Luo escorted her out briefly before returning.
"Is she really the Demon Lord?" Little Yu asked, watching Jiang Ningshu's retreating figure.
"Yes, what do you think?"
"She seems impressive, and so powerful and commanding."
"Of course, she wouldn't be the Demon Lord if she weren't strong."
Since she had just helped him, Su Luo naturally defended her image. Besides, once she fully regained her strength, she would indeed be formidable.
Yun then spoke up, "Su Luo, I had no idea she was the Demon Lord. When did you become so close to her?"
From the diary, Yun had a rough idea. Su Luo had given the Demon Lord a method to restore her strength, but wasn't that a watered-down version? Was the Demon Lord really satisfied with that?
Poor Demon Lord, being manipulated by Su Luo and still thanking him.
Nangong Xiyun felt a strange sense of superiority. Thank goodness she had the diary; otherwise, she would be just as clueless.
She might have ended up in the same pitiful state as the Demon Lord, and that would have been embarrassing.
Su Luo replied to Yun, "She just happened to be passing by. Our relationship is still just that of the Demon Lord and her unknown subordinate, nothing more."
"Really? I don't believe it. The Demon Lord said you could call her for help. How can you still call yourself unknown? Did something happen between you and the Demon Lord? Tell me," Yun said, her tone full of curiosity.
"Nothing happened. There are plenty of outstanding people in the Heavenly Demon Sect. The Demon Lord wouldn't take notice of me."
"That's not true. Su Luo is very talented," Little Yu chimed in.
"Right? I think so too, but the Demon Lord wouldn't see it that way."
This was also part of the general direction of the story. No matter what Su Luo did for the Demon Lord, she never truly acknowledged him.
Yun thought Su Luo was talking nonsense, but it didn't matter. Perhaps it would appear in the diary later.
For now, she would just take Su Luo's word for it.
"Even if the Demon Lord doesn't recognize your worth, I'll always stand by you, Su Luo! You've always been exceptional, and I'm sure you'll achieve great things in the future. The Demon Lord will regret underestimating you..." Yun habitually flattered Su Luo, trying to comfort him.
Though to Su Luo, it just sounded like awkward praise.
After a brief chat, Su Luo activated the formation.
It was time to get back to business. The people outside had been waiting long enough.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?”
