"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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?”
