"If there's nothing to change, then let things stay as they are. Eventually, you'll encounter something you must do," Su Luo remarked, knowing full well that betrayal would come later, forcing his hand.
"How about I help you?" Jiang Ningshu offered.
"Help me? There’s nothing I need help with."
"You do. Though I don’t know why, you’re working toward something unavoidable."
"Not really," Su Luo denied.
"If not, you wouldn’t have asked me to head north. And before that, the method you gave me to restore my strength—these are all signs of something you must do."
The Demon Lord’s certainty stemmed from the diary. Su Luo was aware of what was coming but refused to alter events, preferring they unfold exactly as he had written.
There had to be a reason for this.
Su Luo fell silent, caught in Jiang Ningshu’s accurate deduction.
"Fine, I do. If you want to help, go ahead."
He had no choice but to agree. It might even be for the best—if Jiang Ningshu strayed from the script later, he could steer her back.
"So, you’re not going to tell me your plan?"
"No."
"I figured."
Jiang Ningshu had considered confronting Su Luo with the diary before, thinking it wouldn’t matter if she revealed it.
But then she realized her strength wasn’t fully restored yet—there was still time to wait.
She’d also pondered the consequences of telling Su Luo.
He might ignore her and keep writing.
Or fabricate false entries.
Or stop writing altogether.
She was curious which path he’d take.
But for now, it wasn’t the right moment. She’d wait and see.
Let Su Luo write a few more truthful entries first.
The two lay side by side in the sea of flowers, silence stretching between them once more.
Su Luo stole a glance at Jiang Ningshu and saw her eyes closed, basking in the tranquility.
She seemed much more at ease.
"What are you looking at?"
"Seeing the Demon Lord in better spirits makes me happy too."
"That sounds suspiciously like flattery."
Bingo. Su Luo felt like he was channeling Yun—treating Jiang Ningshu the way Yun treated him.
But this was how he was supposed to act in the story. No deviations, perfectly in line with the original.
"Not at all. Every word is sincere."
"I already said I’d help you. No need for this attitude, right?"
Hearing this, Su Luo paused before replying, "Alright."
Then silence again.
Su Luo wouldn’t take the initiative—he wasn’t Little Yu, Yun, or Li Siyi. By all accounts, he and the Demon Lord shouldn’t be this familiar.
Jiang Ningshu, too, struggled to find words. She wasn’t one to start conversations—others usually led.
The awkwardness grew thicker than before.
But it didn’t matter. Jiang Ningshu found this shared silence rather pleasant.
They stayed like that for a full day and night.
Jiang Ningshu’s mood improved even further.
"Su Luo, having you around is… nice."
"What’s so special about it?" Su Luo hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
"No wonder Little Yu and..." Yun are so close to you.
Jiang Ningshu cut herself off, remembering Yun’s unusual nature.
What was someone so powerful doing by Su Luo’s side? What was her goal?
Did Su Luo even know?
Su Luo, noticing her hesitation, asked, "What’s wrong? Why stop there?"
"Su Luo, that woman Yun beside you… she’s not simple."
So that was it. Su Luo had thought it was something serious.
The Demon Lord was sharp—she’d seen through the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s disguise on Yun after only a few encounters.
It had taken Su Luo years of experience and reaching the Hollow Void stage to barely notice. The illusion was masterfully crafted.
Su Luo shrugged. "I know. And I know her intentions too."
"Then I overthought it. But from your tone, she’s not your ally?"
"Heh, hard to say. But everything’s under control. Don’t interfere or expose her."
"Understood."
Jiang Ningshu realized she’d underestimated Su Luo.
Keeping someone so powerful—yet not fully trustworthy—by his side? That took nerve.
Their conversation meandered a bit longer, though it remained surface-level.
Su Luo finally said, "Let’s go. We’ve seen enough here. Time to move on."
"Mm."
Despite their talk, their relationship hadn’t deepened much.
Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu spoke when they had something to say, lapsed into silence when they didn’t.
No jokes, no teasing.
Utterly ordinary.
Along the way, they encountered plenty of incidents.
A sudden onslaught of demonic beasts, savage and bloodthirsty, lunging to tear into them.
Su Luo swatted them aside effortlessly.
Jiang Ningshu eyed him. "What’s your real strength? You don’t feel like an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. How did you even fool me?"
"Not as strong as you."
"Current me?" Unlikely. A peak Nascent Soul wouldn’t be this overwhelming.
"Peak you."
"That tells me nothing." Jiang Ningshu wasn’t boasting—at her prime, she’d been unbeatable.
They also ran into allied sect members questioning Su Luo’s identity.
He brushed them off with casual lies.
"You’re surprisingly smooth. Just talked your way past them."
"Smooth? That’s called experience."
"I thought we’d have to fight."
"They were just doing their job, polite and proper. No need for violence."
Naturally, they crossed paths with the Heavenly Demon Sect too.
But upon seeing Su Luo, the disciples bowed respectfully.
As a titled Heavenly Demon, he commanded such treatment.
They even begged him to lead them on a raid. Su Luo directed them toward certain death instead.
"If I recall, that place is treacherous," Jiang Ningshu remarked. Though unfamiliar with the north, she’d visited before and recognized some landmarks.
"Exactly. They love excitement—this should suit them."
"You’ve got a grudge against the Heavenly Demon Sect, don’t you?"
"Obviously. Going to stop me?"
Su Luo held no love for the sect. Too many painful memories—the agony of cultivation alone was enough to sour him, let alone everything else.
"No. I’ve moved on."
"Good." That’s for the best—you’ll defect from them eventually anyway.
As they traveled on, Jiang Ningshu found Su Luo fascinating. He didn’t seem to do much, yet his presence was oddly comforting.
The ease between them lifted her spirits further.
Suddenly, Su Luo halted.
"What is it?"
"Ran into an acquaintance."
In the distance, his senses picked up Li Siyi and a group battling the bewitching fox demon, Hu Yirong.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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...
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?"
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.
