“So, what are you teaching me this time?” Li Siyi asked.
“Because the battles ahead won’t be small skirmishes anymore. I want you to have a couple of trump cards to protect yourself.”
The earlier reason was genuine, and so was this one.
Su Luo didn’t want anything to happen to Li Siyi either—it would sadden him.
“Haha, don’t worry. I’m very fond of my own life.”
After truly getting to know Su Luo, Li Siyi felt incredibly fortunate in her life, a feeling she’d never had before—not even when she was hailed as Autumn Wind City’s top genius.
The battle continued, with Li Siyi still wielding the immortal sword against the stone beast statues.
Despite her lack of finesse and unfamiliarity, she managed to destroy every single one of them.
That was the power of the immortal sword.
Strong. Extremely strong.
Especially for those with lower cultivation, it was nothing short of divine assistance.
“Su Luo, if you give this to me, I might lose control. I could end up relying on it forever.”
After actually using it, Li Siyi’s confidence in herself wavered.
“I think you can handle it. Believe in yourself.”
“If I slack off in my training because I depend too much on this sword, I’m blaming you.”
“No problem. Come find me anytime.”
Still, Li Siyi felt she should strive to grow stronger, to one day truly deserve the sword.
“By the way, Su Luo, what’s this sword called?”
“It’s your sword. You decide.”
Su Luo used to call it things like Invincible Stormblade or Ultimate Chaotic Celestial Sword.
Back then, the situation often went like this:
My Invincible Stormblade is not to be trifled with!
Taste my Ultimate Chaotic Celestial Sword!
With Super Fiery Joy in hand, the world is mine!
Ahem. Best not to dwell on the past.
“Then I’ll just call it ‘Immortal Sword.’ Simple and nice.”
“But it lacks flair. People might not even remember the name.”
They’d think “immortal sword” was just a type of weapon, not its actual name.
“Then I’ll make sure they remember it in battle. Once they witness its power, they’ll associate the name with this sword... Just kidding.”
Li Siyi chuckled at the thought—it sounded far too difficult.
“Not a bad idea. Bold.”
Su Luo had been the same back then. No matter how much people mocked his sword’s name, they’d soon stop laughing. Overwhelming power had a way of making them respect it—even praising his naming skills.
“Don’t take me seriously! I was just talking nonsense.” Li Siyi grew flustered at Su Luo’s approval—it really was an impossible feat.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Don’t!”
Yet they both laughed. A joke was only funny if you laughed at it.
Of course, it wasn’t entirely a joke, but in such a lighthearted atmosphere, laughter came easily.
Nearby, Jiang Ningshu watched their exchange with quiet approval.
She didn’t intrude—doing so would ruin the mood.
Still, she hadn’t expected this side of Su Luo.
Around her, he was either the composed, all-knowing master, exuding confidence...
Or the overly deferential subordinate, putting on an act.
Now, she felt she understood him a little better.
......
Half a day passed before they finally destroyed the totem altar.
Though reluctant, Li Siyi knew it was time. “Guess this is goodbye.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Su Luo replied.
This was a critical moment—every second counted. Li Siyi understood that no matter how hard she tried, her impact on the larger conflict would be minimal.
Still, she’d contribute however she could.
She didn’t press Su Luo for details about the totem altars. That would lead to complicated questions.
She refused to burden him with her responsibilities.
Instead, she said, “After this is all over, how about a celebration feast?”
“With me? I’m from the Heavenly Demon Sect. Only one side can claim victory—only one of us gets to celebrate.”
“We’ll just do it in secret. Who’d know?”
“You’re getting better at finding loopholes in conversations.”
“Learned it from you.”
“I’m not like that.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Li Siyi stood, stretching lazily—it was the most relaxed she’d felt in a long time. “Well then... see you.”
“Mm. Take this too.”
Su Luo handed her a list of other totem altar locations.
Li Siyi scanned it, puzzled. “Is this... really okay?”
Wouldn’t it interfere with his plans?
“It’s fine.”
Su Luo assumed she was questioning whether it was appropriate for a Heavenly Demon Sect member to share such information.
“Okay. Thanks.”
With that, Li Siyi left to rejoin the others in destroying the altars.
Su Luo’s gesture wouldn’t drastically alter events—it merely sped things up.
Now, Jiang Ningshu finally had a chance to ask her questions.
“I’m curious. Why do you still have ties with someone from the Seven Stars Sword Sect? And you two seem... unusually close.”
“It’s a long story. The short version? Even after I joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, she never resented me. She always understood me.”
Take today, for example. He’d brought her to test the sword on a totem altar, yet she never asked how he knew its location—or if he knew others.
Su Luo was certain Li Siyi had considered these questions. She simply chose not to voice them.
In a flawless outcome, these were precisely the things he hoped she wouldn’t ask.
That was how well she understood him.
“Really? Someone like that exists? If you hadn’t explained, I’d have suspected you were a spy.”
Given the circumstances, Jiang Ningshu’s assumption wasn’t unfounded.
But she dismissed the thought. Su Luo was the man who aspired to become the Demon Sovereign—his diary said as much.
“Don’t joke about that. I’m no spy. My allegiance to the Heavenly Demon Sect is real.”
“Relax. As the Demon Sovereign, I don’t particularly care.”
“I’m serious.”
......
After some idle chatter—
“We should head back.”
“So soon?” Jiang Ningshu was surprised. She’d thought they’d linger a while longer.
“You are the Demon Sovereign. It’s almost time to act.”
“So what should I do?”
“You’re asking me?”
“Who else?”
“You’re not my puppet. Do as you see fit.”
Truthfully, the Demon Sovereign didn’t need to do much—the Left Envoy had already arranged everything.
Of course, if things went wrong, the Demon Sovereign took the blame. If they succeeded, the credit went to him.
“Then let’s return.”
Since losing her cultivation, Jiang Ningshu hadn’t ventured out for so long. Today had been... nice.
She was content.
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