"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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
