Su Luo had originally planned to take it easy, but trouble always seemed to find him.
Du Mu Zhou of the Extreme Ascension Tower arrived.
He was considered a major figure.
Su Luo greeted him, "To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"
Du Mu Zhou didn’t mince words. "The Heavenly Demon Sect is at war with the Allied Sects, yet here you are, idle. Is this appropriate?"
Su Luo sighed. "That’s a misunderstanding. I’ve just returned from Ancient Flame City—where I handled the mess there—and now I’m severely injured, forced to recuperate. Life hasn’t been kind to me."
"Is that so?" Du Mu Zhou’s gaze shifted to Little Yu, who was meditating nearby. "Then what’s her excuse?"
He’d heard of Su Luo’s deeds—nothing outstanding, but his loyalty to the Heavenly Demon Sect was undeniable.
Little Yu, however, was different. Since defecting to the sect, she’d contributed nothing.
Du Mu Zhou pressed on, "She’s reached the Nascent Soul stage, yet she’s done nothing for the sect—not even earned a title. Why is that?"
"Ah, yes… why indeed?" Su Luo scratched the back of his head.
The truth was obvious—Little Yu rarely fought for the sect.
But Du Mu Zhou wasn’t here for excuses. "Without a proper explanation, I’d suspect her allegiance is false. That’s no small matter."
"I vouch for her."
"Then prove it," Du Mu Zhou said pointedly. "Now’s the perfect opportunity."
The Heavenly Demon Sect was under heavy pressure. They needed a decisive victory to reclaim their dignity.
Du Mu Zhou wanted every capable fighter mobilized—to show the Allied Sects the might of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
"She’s still young—"
Su Luo’s words were cut off.
"I’ll go." Little Yu stepped forward.
"Little Yu?"
She met his gaze. "I can do this."
She didn’t want Su Luo to shoulder her burdens.
After a long pause, Su Luo nodded. "Fine."
Du Mu Zhou smiled. "Then I’ll await your good news."
With that, he left.
His visit wasn’t meant to provoke—just to rally forces against the Allied Sects.
Even he didn’t know the Left Envoy was targeting Su Luo.
Su Luo turned to Little Yu. "Go. Do as you see fit. I’ll handle the consequences."
"Mm."
"But I won’t accompany you. Solve things on your own."
He believed she needed this trial alone—without his presence to soften the pressure.
"I understand."
With a quick pack-up, Little Yu departed.
Faster than expected.
Yun sidled up to Su Luo. "Not following her?"
"She needs to stand on her own. And given her strength, she’ll manage—unless she meets someone truly monstrous."
"Aren’t you being overly optimistic? The world’s in chaos right now—what if she does?"
Su Luo chuckled. "Relax. I trust her. Besides, Little Yu’s always been lucky, hasn’t she?"
Little Yu wandered northward, directionless. She knew little of the terrain and had no intel—just pure spontaneity.
Yun sighed. "And yet, here you are, tailing her."
Su Luo coughed. "Just… taking a stroll."
Yun stared.
"Fine, fine. I wanted to see how she’d fare."
Part worry, part curiosity.
In his memory, Little Yu had spent most of her time cultivating—a sheltered flower, untested by storms.
Her progress was slow, occasionally pausing to fret over tactics.
Then she recalled a story Su Luo once told: Defeat the small fry, and the bigger fish come. Defeat them, and the old monsters arrive.
Miraculously, it worked. She trounced Allied Sect disciples, let them flee, and lured stronger foes.
Finally, an Emperor Heaven Sect elder—a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator—appeared.
Little Yu fought fiercely.
Her relentless training had pushed her to mid-stage Nascent Soul.
And Su Luo’s brutal guidance left no room for inexperience.
With a move he’d taught her—Shadow Piercing Sword—she won.
No killing blow. That wasn’t her way.
She had her own rules for taking lives.
Then, feigning defeat, she fled.
Yun smirked. "Su Luo, her running style? Totally borrowed from you."
"Nothing wrong with that." Su Luo approved—she wasn’t a villain; no need for slaughter.
But Emperor Heaven Sect reinforcements gave chase.
Little Yu switched to full escape mode.
And just like that—she was gone, retreating to the Bone-Shattering Abyss.
Su Luo blinked. "That’s it? One fight and she’s done?"
No encore?
Yun laughed. "Seems she’s mastered your slacking-off techniques too."
"Don’t pin that on me! Given how hard she trains, I thought she’d take things seriously."
Still, one battle sufficed. Du Mu Zhou couldn’t complain now.
Su Luo had only observed, never intervening.
Little Yu’s flight was perilous—close calls, near-fatal wounds.
Yet her skill saw her through.
At last, she shook her pursuers and continued toward the abyss.
Her efforts hadn’t betrayed her.
Watching her stand alone, Su Luo smiled—proud.
Though I should probably teach her better escape tricks.
He returned before her. This time, it was Su Luo who greeted:
"Welcome back."
"Mm."
Her outing had caused a stir—defeating a late-stage Nascent Soul, wounding others—decent, but not dazzling.
Yet in the Heavenly Demon Sect, where failures piled high, it was enough. Even Du Mu Zhou held his tongue.
The Left Envoy, however, fumed. Every scheme he launched crumbled; every report brought worse news. His face darkened daily.
Finally, he summoned all sect members for an all-out assault.
Victory would bring dominance.
Defeat meant retreat—regrouping in the south, biding their time.
Now, the three Demon Lords and both Envoys strategized, plotting their path to triumph.
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...
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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.
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.
