Jiang Ningshu said, "Fine, I also think it's best for you to just wait for A'Yun to show up."
Since Nangong Xiyun mentioned she would look for Su Luo later, it was a good opportunity for Su Luo to chat with Jiang Ningshu now.
Jiang Ningshu had been lazing around at Su Luo's place these past few days and hadn’t checked the diary.
She no longer needed the diary to find a way to restore her strength—the final stage was left to fate.
Besides, since Su Luo hadn’t taken any action, there usually wouldn’t be any new entries.
Even if there were, they’d likely be trivial matters. To her, anything in the diary unrelated to Su Luo or herself was utterly boring.
"Su Luo, what do you want to do in the future?"
"Why the sudden question?"
"No reason. I just wanted to ask—have you ever thought about becoming the Demon Sovereign?" Jiang Ningshu asked knowingly, curious about Su Luo’s response.
"Are you abdicating?"
"Yes. Do you want the position?"
"Sure, but not now."
Hearing this, Su Luo thought it wasn’t a bad idea. If Jiang Ningshu was already weary of being the Demon Sovereign, she likely wouldn’t interfere much with the plot later.
"What would you do after becoming the Demon Sovereign?"
"The first thing would be to kick you out."
"Ah, no need for that. How about I become your subordinate instead?"
Su Luo: "......"
Do you even hear yourself? The mighty Demon Sovereign, saying something so shameless.
Becoming someone else’s subordinate? That’s downright laughable.
"Don’t. I wouldn’t dare."
By then, the Demon Sovereign would have mostly regained her strength. Su Luo wasn’t foolish enough to provoke her.
Of course, if he became incredibly strong through diary-writing by then, that would be a different story.
Lately, even dealing with Great Ascension cultivators had been a struggle. Su Luo wasn’t in the mood to boast.
"I don’t mind."
If Nangong Xiyun could be your subordinate, why can’t I?
"I mind."
By then, the Demon Sovereign would have her own affairs to attend to—she wouldn’t stay in the Heavenly Demon Sect forever.
The idle chat ended when Su Luo sensed an unwelcome visitor approaching.
"Demon Sovereign, so this is where you’ve been." The Left Envoy arrived, bowing slightly with feigned respect.
He glanced at Su Luo, surprised that this man could get along so well with the Demon Sovereign—and act so casually in her presence.
Could it be that the Demon Sovereign favored him?
Were they perhaps Dao companions?
Judging by his looks, he was certainly handsome—it wasn’t impossible.
But looks meant nothing. Strength was everything.
He probably didn’t even know the Demon Sovereign had lost her cultivation and was still basking in her favor.
Little did he realize, the Demon Sovereign’s assistance had already reached its limit.
The Left Envoy smirked inwardly at Su Luo’s impending misfortune.
Jiang Ningshu hadn’t expected the Left Envoy to come either. She replied indifferently, "What is it?"
In an instant, her demeanor shifted from laziness to the imposing aura befitting a Demon Sovereign—effortlessly.
"There are matters in the palace requiring your attention. Please come with me."
"You handle them." Jiang Ningshu saw no reason to intervene—she hadn’t dealt with affairs in a long time.
"No, this is important. You must come." The Left Envoy insisted.
Seeing his persistence, Jiang Ningshu had no choice but to comply.
Otherwise, he’d likely linger here until she agreed.
Fine. No need to trouble Su Luo further.
As Jiang Ningshu stood to leave, the Left Envoy suddenly added, "Su Luo, you come too."
"Me?"
"Yes. Your assistance is also needed." The Left Envoy smiled amiably—though his grin carried a hidden edge.
Su Luo found it odd. At this point, the Left Envoy shouldn’t have any schemes in motion. What was he planning?
"No, I’ll pass." The moment Su Luo refused, he felt an oppressive pressure.
The Left Envoy was already exerting his dominance.
"No. You will come, Su Luo."
The Left Envoy’s smile remained, but it was now laced with threat.
It was only natural to show courtesy to the Demon Sovereign, but who did Su Luo think he was to refuse?
Know your place.
The Left Envoy took a step forward, closing the distance to intensify the pressure.
Just as Jiang Ningshu was about to intervene, Su Luo spoke first, "Fine."
If that’s how it was, he’d see what the Left Envoy had in store.
Su Luo instructed Little Yu to watch the house and specifically told her to stop A'Yun if she returned and make her wait.
Little Yu agreed.
Then, Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu followed the Left Envoy to the palace.
Meanwhile, after much internal struggle, Nangong Xiyun had finally resolved to face Su Luo.
Though she felt guilty toward Little Yu and Li Siyi, she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever.
But when she returned to the residence, only Little Yu was there.
"Where’s Su Luo?"
"He went to the palace for something." Little Yu didn’t know the details either.
"I see." Nangong Xiyun deflated. She had mustered the courage to see him, ready to lay everything bare—only for him to be gone.
She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
"Peak Master Nangong, you’re not leaving again, are you?"
"Just call me A'Yun. I won’t leave."
"That’s good. But are you sure about ‘A'Yun’?"
"Yes. At least within the Heavenly Demon Sect."
Using her real name here would risk exposing Su Luo.
And so, Nangong Xiyun waited anxiously for Su Luo’s return.
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The Left Envoy led Jiang Ningshu and Su Luo into the palace but didn’t stop there. Instead, they ventured deeper.
After some time, they reached the innermost hall—a place usually deserted, used for storage.
But something was different now.
The moment Su Luo stepped inside, he sensed the anomaly.
Though meticulously concealed, it didn’t escape his notice.
This place was a death trap—not with hidden assassins, but with countless artifacts and formations.
The Left Envoy was making his move.
Su Luo sighed. It was too late to leave now.
Jiang Ningshu only realized something was wrong after entering the hall.
But by then, it was already too late.
With a wave of his hand, the Left Envoy activated the surrounding formations, sealing all three inside.
"Don’t be alarmed. This is all prepared for you."
The Left Envoy shed his respectful facade, his true grin emerging.
Forty-nine formations were laid out—all to ensure Jiang Ningshu couldn’t escape.
Even without her cultivation, he couldn’t rule out her having other tricks. These formations guaranteed her death.
They also prevented any interruptions.
Yet, why weren’t Jiang Ningshu and Su Luo reacting with shock?
The Left Envoy didn’t care. His ambition was now laid bare.
"Demon Sovereign, you must be wondering what I intend to do. It’s simple—I’m going to kill you."
"From today onward, I will be the Demon Sovereign."
"Hahahaha!"
Unable to contain himself, the Left Envoy burst into laughter. He had waited so long for this moment.
His aura surged as his mindset fully embraced his new identity.
The world would soon bow before him.
At last, his greatest desire was about to be fulfilled.
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."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?”
