"Never thought I’d run into you here. Maybe fate really does tie us together."
Li Siyi studied Su Luo carefully once more, feeling as though their encounters had been far too few.
Yet she couldn’t exactly seek him out at will.
"Must be your imagination. It’s just a coincidence."
"Coincidence or not, what brings you around here? What are you up to?"
"Just taking a stroll, nothing special."
"No plans?"
"Nope. Unlike you, I’m not that busy."
At the moment, Li Siyi was likely preoccupied with searching for the Totem Altar or dealing with the Heavenly Demon Sect.
And so, Su Luo and Li Siyi chatted idly, as if they could keep talking for hours.
Jiang Ningshu watched curiously, surprised by how casually Su Luo conversed.
Compared to how he spoke with her, there was definitely a difference.
She didn’t know what their relationship was, but it was clearly close.
Li Siyi noticed Jiang Ningshu glancing their way and whispered to Su Luo, "Shouldn’t you tend to your friend?"
"It’s fine. She needs some peace right now."
"Bad mood? Aren’t you going to seize the opportunity? She might even be grateful."
"No need. She’ll manage on her own."
Li Siyi nodded inwardly—seemed their relationship wasn’t that deep after all. Good.
Su Luo had a question he’d been meaning to ask since they met.
"Honestly, I’m surprised you got your hands on this sword."
"Oh, that was an accident. I just had a gut feeling about it, so I took it."
Mostly thanks to your diary, Li Siyi added silently in her mind.
"It’s not strange that you have it—what’s strange is that it acknowledged a master."
"Acknowledged? Who?"
"Are you dense? Obviously, you."
"Why?" Li Siyi genuinely didn’t know. She had given up multiple times, convinced she couldn’t snatch opportunities from Lin Xuan anymore.
"How should I know?" Su Luo wasn’t fluent in sword-speak. "But since it’s chosen you, let me help."
"Eh?" Li Siyi had no idea what he meant.
Su Luo was familiar with this immortal sword—he’d wielded it himself in past lives.
He rummaged through his storage ring, pulling out some essentials.
But a few items were still missing.
"Ningshu, lend me a few things."
Su Luo listed the materials he needed.
"How’d you know I have them?"
"With your status, of course you do."
"Fair."
Jiang Ningshu handed them over without hesitation. At her level of cultivation, most treasures were useless now—just clutter for gifting.
Soon, everything was ready.
The long-sealed immortal sword was about to regain its former glory.
For Su Luo, this was child’s play.
With a few deft motions, the rust flaked away, revealing the sword’s true brilliance—a blade of breathtaking elegance.
The moment its seal broke, the sword erupted with overwhelming pressure and power.
But who were the people present?
Li Siyi was its master—it wouldn’t harm her. This sword was loyal to death.
Su Luo was a powerhouse. Jiang Ningshu, the Demon Lord, remained unfazed.
Su Luo had already set up a barrier to contain the sword’s aura.
Otherwise, every cultivator in the vicinity would come hunting for it.
"This… is an immortal sword?"
Li Siyi gaped, having never seen anything so magnificent.
Jiang Ningshu barely glanced at it. Her Heavenly Demon Sword was its equal—she’d even gifted Su Luo one of similar caliber.
Su Luo examined the sword, its radiance almost blinding. He used to adore such ostentation, flaunting it for all to see.
Back then, he’d made countless enemies, fighting nonstop—thankfully, his strength allowed him to strut away unscathed.
But if Li Siyi wielded it openly, it wouldn’t be a blessing—it’d paint a target on her back.
She lacked the power to defend it.
No matter. Su Luo had a solution.
Without dulling its edge, he added a layer of concealment.
The newly awakened sword resisted—naturally, it protected its master.
But Su Luo knew its weakness. A flick of his wrist subdued it effortlessly.
"Done. Now you’re a hidden powerhouse. Anyone who crosses you is in for a nasty surprise."
With this sword, Li Siyi could kill foes far beyond her level—even leap entire realms.
She gripped the hilt, feeling its power—gentle for her, lethal for others.
With such a weapon, did she even need to grow stronger? Just swinging it would suffice.
"Won’t this make me complacent?"
Su Luo smirked. "I know you. You’ll never settle."
"Making me sound greedy. I’m perfectly content!"
"Sure, sure. Come on, I’ll teach you how to wield it."
"Alright." Li Siyi followed without hesitation, leaving word for her allies not to worry.
Jiang Ningshu trailed silently, observing.
As the Demon Lord, she had few friends and rarely sought new ones—especially fleeting acquaintances.
Su Luo led Li Siyi to a nearby Totem Altar, activating the stone guardians for her to test the sword.
At first, she couldn’t control its power. A single slash unleashed its full might—obliterating a guardian instantly.
Li Siyi stared at the sword in disbelief.
Too strong. Far beyond my worth.
Yet such strikes drained her stamina rapidly.
Su Luo taught her restraint, his instructions meticulous—far more than she’d ever received.
"Feels like this is the first time you’ve seriously taught me anything."
"Really? We’ve known each other so long, surely not."
Su Luo pondered. Back in the Seven Stars Sword Sect, he’d been lazy—barely instructing even Little Yu, who trained before him daily.
Li Siyi had gotten even less attention.
So why now?
Perhaps at this stage, those left behind by Lin Xuan were just background characters. Strengthening them wouldn’t change much.
It wasn’t that Su Luo looked down on Li Siyi—it was just reality. Most were merely passing shadows.
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.
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Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
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...
