Facing the Left Envoy's maniacal laughter, no one showed any sign of panic.
Jiang Ningshu replied dismissively, "Mm-hmm, I know."
"Oh, you saw through it? I thought I hid it well."
Indeed, he had—if not for Su Luo's diary, Jiang Ningshu truly wouldn't have noticed.
Seeing the Demon Lord's calm demeanor, the Left Envoy grew irritated. This wasn't the reaction he had envisioned.
No fear? You really don’t understand your situation.
"As you can see, this place is sealed off. No one will come, and no one will know if you die here."
"I can tell," Jiang Ningshu said.
Why was he so composed?
The Left Envoy couldn’t figure it out. This wasn’t how he imagined it would go. Even with the strongest mental fortitude, there should at least be some reaction.
Watching the Demon Lord in despair should have been a delight—not this.
Oh, still trying to intimidate me, huh?
The Left Envoy smirked. "Demon Lord, your arrogance suggests you still don’t realize I know you’ve lost your cultivation."
"I know that too."
The Left Envoy froze. No, this wasn’t right.
If you know everything, doesn’t that make me look foolish?
His expression darkened. Clearly, forcing the Demon Lord to beg through sheer power was the only way.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Su Luo, and a ridiculous possibility crossed his mind.
"Demon Lord, you’re not pinning your hopes on Su Luo, are you? I summoned him here precisely because you’ve grown too close. Consider him company for your journey to the afterlife."
The Left Envoy sneered at Su Luo. Don’t blame me—blame yourself for siding with the Demon Lord.
Su Luo sighed. This time, he had no choice but to risk his life.
Lately, it’s been one high-stakes battle after another.
"You can’t kill him." Jiang Ningshu’s aura erupted, his oppressive might surging and enveloping the Left Envoy.
Instantly, the Left Envoy felt an overwhelming pressure, gasping for breath as he staggered back. Even after facing it countless times, the Demon Lord’s presence was terrifying—more so than before.
"Stop bluffing! This is all you’ve got. You’ve lost your cultivation!"
The Left Envoy roared, stepping forward to reclaim his ground as he unleashed his own aura to resist.
But in terms of sheer presence, he was still outmatched.
No matter. Combat isn’t just about aura.
Regaining his footing, the Left Envoy straightened up. "Why stay silent? Attack! This little trick won’t kill me or save you."
Jiang Ningshu withdrew his pressure. Fine, let strength speak for itself.
Seeing this, the Left Envoy smirked in triumph.
"Take a look around. This is the burial ground I prepared for you."
"Pity there’s no audience, but after your death, I’ll use your corpse to pave my path to becoming the Demon Lord."
"Demon Lord… die here."
The Left Envoy was already fantasizing about the aftermath.
He’d display Jiang Ningshu’s corpse before the Heavenly Demon Sect, proclaiming himself the one who slew the Demon Lord.
Only then would others submit, solidifying his new reign.
Su Luo stepped forward, one foot after another. "Lately, it’s been one thing after another."
With that, he positioned himself in front of the Demon Lord.
The Left Envoy wasn’t surprised. "You, fighting me? That’s almost laughable. But I suppose you’ve got no choice."
"Yeah. Care to enlighten me?"
"Enlighten you? Ridiculous. But since you’re the Demon Lord’s lackey, I’ll offer you a deal—kill him, and I’ll spare your life."
Of course, it was a lie. Slaying the Demon Lord was his privilege—a necessary ritual.
Otherwise, how would he answer when questioned?
Not everyone could be fooled by lies.
Besides, without personally killing the Demon Lord, how could he claim the throne?
Su Luo didn’t respond. In a flash, he appeared before the Left Envoy, his sword already slashing.
The Left Envoy was bisected—but it was merely a clone. The real one had already retreated, standing behind the decoy.
Staring at his severed clone, the Left Envoy was forced to reassess Su Luo.
He hadn’t dodged out of choice—he couldn’t. The clone was his only escape.
"I didn’t expect such skill from you. I underestimated you."
Now serious, the Left Envoy began pacing—left, then right, repeating the motion as clones multiplied around him, his true form blending into the crowd.
A cautious, methodical approach.
Su Luo remained unfazed. If anything, he felt confident he could kill the Left Envoy.
The Left Envoy excelled at clones, but splitting his power was a weakness.
Su Luo knew his techniques well. No matter how many clones he spawned, Su Luo could pinpoint the real one instantly.
That nullified his advantage.
Of course, the Left Envoy’s strength wasn’t for show. His clones weren’t harmless.
Su Luo only had an edge—the fight would still be grueling.
He steeled himself for battle.
Seeing this, the Left Envoy grew even more wary.
"Su Luo, was it? You’ve hidden your talents well. No wonder the Demon Lord favors you. But do you really think you can kill me?"
He remained confident. Su Luo had surprised him, but that alone wasn’t enough to shake his belief in victory.
"Let’s find out."
As Su Luo and the Left Envoy prepared to clash, Jiang Ningshu flicked his wrist—the Heavenly Demon Sword materialized in his grip.
"Add me to the mix, and you’re dead."
He stepped forward, pointing his blade at the Left Envoy.
Only to be mocked by Su Luo: "Don’t interfere. You’re not ready yet. Leave him to me."
At the Nascent Soul Completion stage, Jiang Ningshu would only be a liability. Protecting him would divide Su Luo’s focus, turning a winnable fight into a loss.
Hearing this, Jiang Ningshu didn’t react with anger. Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a cryptic smile.
At the same time, an inky demonic energy—thick as rolling smoke—spread rapidly, engulfing the surroundings.
The energy was frigid and sinister, as if dredged from the depths of the underworld, carrying boundless pressure and the stench of death.
Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation surged—Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core… and still climbing.
With each breakthrough, he regained a trace of the demeanor befitting a Demon Lord—the effortless, overwhelming dominance of one who could overturn heaven and earth with a wave of his hand.
The Left Envoy’s face twisted in disbelief. Had the Demon Lord regained his cultivation?
Or… had he never lost it to begin with?
Either possibility spelled disaster.
Now, he felt fear.
A Demon Lord with power and one without were incomparable.
His entire plan hinged on Jiang Ningshu being powerless.
Was it too late to beg for mercy?
By now, Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation had reached Nascent Soul Completion.
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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...
