Su Luo drifted in and out of consciousness, as if caught in a dream where dozens of hands toyed with her. It should have been a terrifying scene, yet it felt oddly pleasant—something she couldn’t quite understand. But since she couldn’t make sense of it, she let it go. Exhausted, all she wanted now was to sleep deeply.
Half a day later, Su Luo slowly opened her eyes.
And then she noticed two people lying beside her, their hands interlaced and resting against her cheeks.
What was going on?
"Su Luo, you’re awake?" Little Yu rubbed her eyes; she’d ended up dozing off unintentionally.
"What are you two doing?"
Little Yu immediately pulled her hand back. "Nothing..."
Yun, however, retracted hers leisurely and changed the subject. "I’m back~"
"Oh."
"So cold. At least show a little concern for me?"
"You’re fine, so it’s fine."
"Hehe."
Su Luo didn’t press further. Where Yun had gone or what she’d done—such things were better left unspoken. Overanalyzing wouldn’t do any of them any good.
"Little Yu." Su Luo called out.
But Little Yu avoided her gaze.
"What’s wrong?" Su Luo shifted slightly, angling herself to meet Little Yu’s eyes again.
Little Yu continued to evade her.
Su Luo was puzzled. She didn’t do anything inappropriate in her sleep, did she?
Indeed, she hadn’t—except for rolling over and pulling Little Yu into her arms, treating her like a hugging pillow. Though Su Luo had quickly shifted back to lying flat, the act had already left Little Yu flustered, and she hadn’t fully recovered yet.
"You really don’t know what you did to her?" Yun fanned the flames from the side.
"What did I do?"
"Nothing, nothing at all!" Little Yu hurried to explain before things got more awkward. Being reminded of it repeatedly only made her more embarrassed.
"Haha, I just wanted to tease Little Yu. She’s too adorable."
"You really... don’t bully her too much."
Little Yu gradually steadied herself. "Su Luo, are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, much better. Thanks for taking care of me. If you hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have slept so well."
Hearing Su Luo’s words, Little Yu flushed but managed to reply, "I’m happy to help."
Su Luo sat up, stretching lazily. Her energy had mostly returned.
After resting a little longer, she announced, "Let’s head back to the Shattered Bone Abyss."
Little Yu: "Mm."
Yun: "Yes."
Upon returning to the Heavenly Demon Sect, they found the Left Enforcer in the middle of a meeting, reprimanding the disciples.
This operation had been a complete failure.
The original plan was to raid the Emperor Heaven Sect first, then stir up trouble at the Northern Heavenly Gate.
But they hadn’t even fought the Emperor Heaven Sect for long before Di Haoran returned, cutting their destruction short and leaving them worse off.
And their attack on the Northern Heavenly Gate hadn’t achieved the desired results either.
A scolding was inevitable.
Of course, after the reprimand came the praise—the classic "slap then sugar" approach the Left Enforcer had mastered.
Many took his words to heart, given his standing in the sect.
Repeated failures to grasp the Demon Lord’s orders had gradually pushed her out of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s focus.
And with her absence in recent operations, doubts about her competence had begun to surface.
Unconsciously, the Left Enforcer had become their de facto leader.
Su Luo, of course, treated it all as background noise.
Once dismissed, she returned to her quarters.
After so much busywork, all Su Luo wanted was to lie down. One could never get enough of lying down.
But when she arrived, someone had beaten her to it.
Jiang Ningshu was already reclining on Su Luo’s lounging chair.
"Such an honor, Demon Lord."
Su Luo hadn’t expected the Demon Lord to visit. What was she here for?
Jiang Ningshu seemed to read her thoughts and answered, "I realized that going out for a walk isn’t so bad."
After accompanying Su Luo on her last excursion, Jiang Ningshu had found her own residence too empty, leaving her restless.
So she’d moved into Su Luo’s space instead.
"But that doesn’t explain why you’re here, does it?"
"I don’t know why either. It just feels... nice here."
"Fine."
Su Luo decided to let it slide.
Yun, however, was curious. "Su Luo, are you and the Demon Lord... close?"
Little Yu also edged closer, intrigued.
"Not really. Does this count as close?"
"If this doesn’t, then what does? Are the two of you... involved?"
"Bold words. You’ve got a death wish, huh?" Su Luo found Yun unusually daring today.
She glanced at Jiang Ningshu—at this distance, she’d definitely heard.
But the Demon Lord showed no reaction. Perhaps she didn’t care.
"Well? Are you?" Yun pressed.
"Of course not." Su Luo answered truthfully.
"My apologies, then."
After that, life resumed as usual. There was no reason to act stiff just because the Demon Lord was present.
Su Luo certainly wasn’t going to.
Yun maintained surface-level respect at first, but after a few interactions with no reaction from Jiang Ningshu, she eventually ignored her altogether.
Little Yu simply followed Su Luo’s lead—if Su Luo said to treat the Demon Lord as if she weren’t there, then that’s exactly what she’d do.
Days passed in peaceful routine.
The only one still busy was the Left Enforcer, who refused to concede defeat and continued plotting against the Emperor Heaven Sect.
Having come this far, how could he retreat empty-handed?
But his plans now required more caution. Without the beast army, facing the Emperor Heaven Sect head-on would be costly.
His ambition to replace the Demon Lord grew stronger. A few more successful schemes, and he could overturn her rule—after all, she had no real power now.
Even if others objected, who else was a more suitable candidate?
......
On this particular day, Su Luo lazed under the sun as usual.
Jiang Ningshu lay beside her, equally idle.
"Does lying around like this really mean anything to you?"
Before Su Luo’s return, Jiang Ningshu had been on the verge of recovering to her second-tier strength.
But with Su Luo back, she no longer trained in front of her.
She couldn’t fathom why Su Luo enjoyed this so much.
"Meaning? No. It’s comfortable, so I do it."
Su Luo had long outgrown the age of relentless striving. With the rewards from her diary, she’d rather write a few more entries than grind her cultivation.
"Seems like you’re the only one with nothing to do here," Jiang Ningshu teased.
Yun was training Xiao Pa.
Little Yu was deep in meditation.
"Same goes for you. You’ve been here a while. Does this hold any meaning for you?"
"Hard to say. But staying like this for a little longer isn’t bad."
Jiang Ningshu figured delaying her recovery by a few days was fine. According to Su Luo’s "plot," she was already far ahead of schedule.
"Is that so."
Su Luo didn’t bother guessing the Demon Lord’s motives, but...
"Don’t you think this place is getting a bit crowded?"
Two people had been manageable, but three? It was starting to feel like a crowd.
Originally, Su Luo had planned to quietly clear this world all by herself.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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."
