Things didn’t seem to be going well.
Su Luo thought pushing the Demon Lord out might not be a bad idea.
But then again, the Demon Lord couldn’t die just yet.
Su Luo stepped forward, shielding the Demon Lord: "I’m afraid she won’t be staying."
"If I insist otherwise?"
"Then there’s nothing to be done."
Su Luo drew Xia Ying, ready for battle.
The Demon Lord, gripping the Heavenly Demon Sword, doubted Su Luo could handle Nangong Xiyun.
"I’ll join you."
"No need," Su Luo refused. "I won’t be able to protect you if we fight."
"Are you underestimating me?" Though Jiang Ningshu hadn’t fully recovered to her second stage, her strength was still formidable.
"No, but your peak hasn’t returned yet. Today, you’ll listen to me, right?"
"...Yes."
"Then stay back—no, go to the spot I showed you. I’ll hold her off."
Jiang Ningshu hesitated but obeyed. She had promised to follow his lead today.
Nangong Xiyun slashed out a sword beam to block Jiang Ningshu’s retreat.
Su Luo intercepted it effortlessly.
"I’ll be your opponent."
Su Luo hadn’t planned to fight Nangong Xiyun so soon. In the past, every challenge he issued ended in defeat—utter, crushing losses. Even at his peak, he’d never managed to push her to her limits.
But now, armed with new skills, he at least wouldn’t be humiliated. Winning, however? That would require reaching the Great Ascension Realm.
Su Luo struck first, channeling Nangong Xiyun’s power—though he couldn’t wield it too fiercely, his body still couldn’t withstand such overwhelming force.
"Void-Splitting Strike: Zero!"
Space split violently, a jagged rift tearing through the fabric of reality.
Nangong Xiyun’s blade sealed the fissure shut with a single stroke.
Their swords clashed in rapid succession, faster and faster until the blades became invisible.
"Hey… are you angry?" Su Luo asked.
"No."
Liar. Her fury practically radiated off her. Su Luo could feel it in her strikes. "Why? Did I do something?"
"No." Nangong Xiyun pressed her assault.
Su Luo didn’t let his guard down.
At first, his familiarity with her techniques gave him a slight edge.
But Nangong Xiyun adapted swiftly, effortlessly recalibrating. Her improvisation was flawless.
The stalemate was an illusion. Su Luo knew prolonged combat only spelled his defeat.
In a split-second gamble, Su Luo let Nangong Xiyun’s blade slash his waist—while his own sword struck hers.
Earlier, he’d rolled the dice. A nine.
His sword slammed into her like a bat hitting a ball, launching her backward.
Meanwhile, he clutched his side, gritting his teeth. Even with half the damage negated, the pain was sharp.
Nangong Xiyun rose, unharmed. A single strike wouldn’t fell her—she was no pushover.
She closed the distance again. From the start, she’d treated Su Luo as a top-tier opponent.
"You continue to surprise me," she said coldly, careful not to betray too much emotion. If Su Luo realized she was A’Yun, things would get complicated.
"Pretend you didn’t see it," Su Luo replied.
Being on her radar was trouble, though he knew his words were pointless.
They clashed again.
Suddenly, Su Luo’s eyes glowed violet, energy bursting forth.
If physical attacks failed, he’d strike her mind.
He sought to unleash the inner demon Nangong Xiyun had sealed away. He knew it was futile—even if it surfaced, she’d suppress it again. But buying time was enough.
Diving deep into her psyche, Su Luo froze.
Where was the demon?
The sealed darkness that once tormented her—gone.
Huh? Is that… a portrait of me?
Before he could focus, he was ejected.
"You—what did you see?!" Nangong Xiyun’s voice wavered, tense and hurried.
But Su Luo had his own question: "Where’s your inner demon?!"
"We reconciled. That’s why I reached the Great Ascension."
"…What?"
Su Luo’s confusion was palpable. That wasn’t how it happened in the original timeline—her demon was supposed to be destroyed later. Reconciliation made no sense.
Nangong Xiyun relaxed. He hadn’t seen it.
"Wait, I think I noticed—"
"You saw nothing." She swung her sword again.
"I wasn’t hallucinating. Why was there a painting of me?"
"Because you’re a formidable opponent. I take you seriously." Her tone was deadpan.
"…Really?"
Su Luo almost believed her. The Nangong Xiyun he knew—when not playing a role—never lied.
"Really."
She had already locked her mental world. No more intrusions.
Regardless, Su Luo couldn’t afford distractions. He focused solely on survival.
Their blades, once a storm of motion, gradually slowed.
Yet this wasn’t fatigue—it was a higher level of swordsmanship.
Every strike carried profound intricacies, their power mounting.
Each collision shook the earth, the battlefield long reduced to ruin.
In this deadly dance, a single misstep meant defeat—for Su Luo, at least. Nangong Xiyun, a Great Ascension cultivator, wouldn’t fall so easily.
[The Jester’s Delight]
Nangong Xiyun: "Ahahahaha—!"
She stiffened. Why was she laughing? Su Luo’s doing, no doubt.
His tricks were endless—and she couldn’t counter this one.
Laughing mid-battle wasn’t her style. Being watched by Su Luo made it worse. Her icy demeanor was crumbling.
Good. That was the point.
Since he couldn’t win fairly, he’d exploit every advantage.
I’ll defeat you just once, Nangong Xiyun—no matter what it takes!
…Wait. Wasn’t I supposed to stall and escape?
Why am I getting fired up?
No matter. Fight first, think later.
Su Luo disengaged. "Enough. Let’s end this with one strike."
The dice landed on five.
[Charging…]
Nangong Xiyun nodded. Originally, she’d come to reconnect with Su Luo in her true identity, to mend their rapport. Yet here they were.
But retreat wasn’t an option now. And this battle had taught her much.
Nangong Xiyun lifted his sword, his demeanor utterly calm, yet beneath that serenity lay an unfathomable power gathering momentum.
Su Luo inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, as strands of spiritual energy began coiling around her, growing denser by the second.
In an instant, an immense surge of spiritual energy coalesced around Su Luo’s body before being channeled entirely into Xia Ying—this strike was pure offense, with no thought of defense.
Xia Ying trembled with excitement. After being sealed away for so long, it was finally free to unleash its full potential.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
