"Decent willpower, but your strength is lacking."
Hu Yirong offered her assessment.
Still, for her age, it was passable. Though Hu Yirong looked young, her true age was far older.
"It is lacking," Li Siyi admitted, knowing her own shortcomings, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet.
"I see the hunger for power in your eyes. How about it? Come with me to the Heavenly Demon Sect. I’ll make you stronger."
Suddenly, Hu Yirong found herself intrigued by Li Siyi. The girl’s potential was undeniable.
"Go on," Li Siyi said.
"Ever heard of the Dual Cultivation Art? You grow stronger through intimacy—pleasure and power entwined. As a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect, I practice it. The beneficiary would be you alone—draining men of their cultivation to fuel your own, with immense gains. Interested?"
Li Siyi fell silent.
"Oh? So you are tempted by power. Come, I’ll teach you." Hu Yirong’s voice dripped with enchantment, laced with a subtle spell to sway the will.
"Listen to me, and within a year, you’ll reach the Nascent Soul stage."
Hu Yirong pressed further.
Li Siyi finally spoke. "If there’s a technique to take from men… is there one to give to them?"
"Of course there is. But what are you implying?"
Battered and bruised, Li Siyi forced herself to stand, raising her sword again in defiance.
"If I ever fall so far—forsaking everything for power—I’d sooner give my cultivation away and throw myself off a cliff."
Her gaze never wavered. Not even a flicker of temptation remained.
She might steal opportunities using her diary, but Li Siyi didn’t consider that true wickedness. To commit evil for strength? That was unforgivable.
And unnoticed by anyone, a faint glimmer flickered within the rust of the iron sword in her hand.
Hu Yirong stiffened.
This answer? This was her answer?
"Hahaha! Fascinating. I’ve never heard such a reply before."
"What’s so funny?"
"Because I don’t believe you’ll hold to it."
"That’s none of your concern."
"Fine, fine. Let’s see what choices you make. No one refuses power forever. When the day comes that you fall, I’ll be there to celebrate you."
Hu Yirong tossed two jade slips to Li Siyi.
[Dual Cultivation Art]—Absorb the cultivation of men or women to empower yourself.
[Sacrificial Robe Art]—Transfer your own cultivation to another.
People change. And watching that transformation? Now that would be entertaining.
Li Siyi crushed the [Dual Cultivation Art] slip without hesitation, keeping only the [Sacrificial Robe Art].
Hu Yirong merely smirked. "I’ll remember your defiance now. But that hunger in your eyes? I know regret will find you. When it does, seek me out."
"Never."
Just then, Su Luo and the others sensed the disturbance and rushed toward them.
Hu Yirong moved to kill the rest—sparing only Li Siyi—before making her escape.
But Li Siyi wouldn’t allow it. She raised her sword to block.
In her current state, though, stopping Hu Yirong was impossible.
Enter Su Luo.
His arrival froze Hu Yirong mid-action. She hadn’t expected to see him here. "Su Luo? What are you doing here?"
Li Siyi was equally stunned. She’d been about to use her master’s life-saving treasure against Hu Yirong. "Su Luo! Why are you here?"
"We’ll talk later. First, we handle this."
Hu Yirong chuckled. "Right, right. I’ll deal with the others. Your little lover is all yours."
A test—probing for reactions, hoping to uncover the nature of Su Luo and Li Siyi’s relationship.
Su Luo frowned at the term "little lover," but priorities came first. "What I meant was—handling you."
He drew his sword and advanced.
Hu Yirong paled. "Su Luo, don’t joke. We’re both of the Heavenly Demon Sect."
"I know. And I’m not joking."
With every step he took, terror coiled tighter around her.
Watching him from afar before, she hadn’t grasped his true strength. Now? The disparity was crushing.
I’ll die.
Desperate, she lashed out with illusion magic.
Useless. Such petty tricks couldn’t touch him.
Her eyes darted to Jiang Ningshu—the one who’d arrived with Su Luo. If she could take her hostage, there might still be a chance.
Hu Yirong unleashed a ranged spell, then lunged.
Jiang Ningshu met her with a single glance.
An overwhelming pressure crashed down.
This… will also kill me.
Regret flooded Hu Yirong. She should’ve fled sooner.
But there was no undoing it now.
Su Luo’s blade flashed.
And she was gone.
It was over.
"Good thing you showed up, Su Luo."
"This isn’t the place to talk."
Su Luo dispelled the illusions on the others, ensuring they’d sleep safely within a protective formation.
After briefly tending to Li Siyi’s wounds, he led her away to a quieter spot.
Relief and joy lit Li Siyi’s face—especially at seeing Su Luo.
"Su Luo, how did you get here? Are we just that in sync?"
"Passing by coincidence. But I’m glad you’re alright. By the way, why did Hu Yirong call you my ‘little lover’?"
"Pfft. She’s just foul-mouthed."
Li Siyi’s cheeks warmed. She couldn’t very well admit that under the illusion’s influence, she’d been screaming his name and confessing her feelings.
Too embarrassing.
And with others present, no less.
…Others?
The figure in the oversized black robe—gender unclear, but knowing Su Luo? Ninety percent chance it was a woman.
(If Su Luo knew she thought that, he’d be furious. Why not one hundred?!)
"Are you… Xiao Yu?" Li Siyi ventured.
Jiang Ningshu shook her head.
Li Siyi turned back to Su Luo, sweetness laced with lethal intent. "Dearest Heavenly Demon, would you care to introduce her?"
"Just a friend. Introduce yourself," Su Luo deflected, leaving it to Jiang Ningshu.
Her current identity was… complicated. Best to let the Demon Monarch decide her own cover.
"I’m Shu."
That was it?
"And your relationship with Su Luo?" Li Siyi pressed.
"Traveling companions."
Jiang Ningshu had questions of her own for Su Luo, but now wasn’t the time. Those could wait.
Seeing Jiang Ningshu’s reticence, Li Siyi backed off. Pushing further would seem like picking a fight.
Fine. Probably nothing major anyway. I’m overthinking it.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
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...
