Su Luo stretched his body—it was time to go out and wreak havoc.
This was something he could handle alone; it wouldn’t take much time anyway.
However, after Su Luo left, Nangong Xiyun also sneaked out.
She wanted to see if she might run into Li Siyi. If not, it didn’t matter.
But knowing Li Siyi, she probably wouldn’t miss the chance to act while Su Luo was away.
Su Luo changed into a set of dark, imposing robes—if he wanted to boost his infamy, appearances mattered.
At the Radiant Light Sect:
"Come on, it’s time for you all to dance."
At the Seven Stars Sword Sect:
"Feel the pain."
At the Moonstep Sect:
"Art… is an explosion!"
At the Mistveil Sect:
"A mere whim of mine is enough to take your lives."
...
Su Luo blitzed through them all.
Arrive, unleash a big move, introduce himself, taunt his opponents, defeat them, then leave with flair.
Someone tried to chase him?
Su Luo kicked them back without a second thought.
But more would come. How could they tolerate such brazen provocation, especially from a lone intruder? Their pride was at stake.
"Su Luo, don’t think you can escape unscathed!"
"Damn the Heavenly Demon Sect! Damn them all!"
"We swear on our honor—we won’t let him get away!"
Surrounded? It didn’t matter.
"Every single one of you is full of openings."
Su Luo didn’t even need to exert much effort to send them flying.
With his current strength, everything was easier—no need to hold back.
Naturally, after beating the weak, the strong would come.
And this time, it was someone at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm—Elder Yan Shui of the Mistveil Sect.
Su Luo hadn’t expected this; in the original plot, he wouldn’t have faced such a powerhouse.
But his speedrun had clearly made them take him seriously.
No matter. His current strength was more than enough.
Elder Yan Shui faced Su Luo with calm indifference. In her eyes, he was merely at the Nascent Soul stage—someone she could crush effortlessly.
"You’ve got guts, but this is where it ends."
She struck with her sword, brimming with absolute confidence, not even bothering to look at him properly. She was certain he’d die.
Su Luo chuckled, raising a single hand to stop her blade mid-air.
Elder Yan Shui’s eyes widened in shock. She tried to pull back, but the sword wouldn’t budge.
Su Luo didn’t give her time to react—his fist was already on its way.
If she wanted to end him in one move, he’d return the favor.
Who said he had to play fair just because she was stronger?
A brutal beating later, the once-elegant Elder Yan Shui was left swollen like a pig, collapsed on the ground, barely able to move.
Just as Su Luo was about to kick her away, another figure arrived—swiftly snatching her from harm’s way.
Su Luo’s foot hovered mid-air. He already knew who it was.
"At your age, still playing the hero?"
The Sect Master of the Seven Stars Sword Sect set Elder Yan Shui down and drew his sword.
"Age is irrelevant. What matters is strength. Long time no see, Su Luo."
"Long time no see. Though if you wanted to greet me, your sword suits the occasion better."
"True. And today, I’ll uphold justice by cutting you down."
"Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not up to the task." Su Luo remained unfazed.
"We’ll see."
Elder Yan Shui struggled to her feet. "Be careful—he’s strong! We should team up against him—no, we need to call for reinforcements!"
She really was about to signal for help.
But the Sect Master suddenly spun and punched her square in the stomach.
"No need. I can handle this alone."
Then he kicked her away.
She never expected the Sect Master to turn on her—and so ruthlessly.
So much for being the hero. She’d have preferred Su Luo’s kick.
Mid-flight, she blacked out. The Sect Master’s strike had been precise.
Now facing Su Luo again, the Sect Master spoke, "You returned to the Seven Stars Sword Sect, yet didn’t stay long. Your old quarters are still preserved."
Su Luo scoffed. "The Seven Stars Sword Sect has no place for me anymore."
"That’s just what you think."
"What, planning to drag me back? You’re not up to it."
"Then let’s see how strong you’ve really become."
The Sect Master unleashed his spiritual energy, revealing his terrifying cultivation—Void Refinement perfection!
Well, not that terrifying.
Su Luo smirked. He’d already fought multiple Great Ascension experts—why would a Void Refinement Sect Master scare him?
What truly surprised him was the Sect Master attacking his own ally. Why?
The Sect Master didn’t explain. Instead, he launched the Seven Stars Sword Technique at Su Luo.
At first, it was just one sword. But with each strike, more appeared—two, three…
These swords didn’t need to be held. They moved on their own, mirroring the Sect Master’s attacks—a masterful display of sword control.
Too bad Su Luo was his opponent.
With just one blade, Su Luo dismantled every move.
Soon, he grew bored. He already knew the Sect Master’s limits.
As he prepared to kick the Sect Master away, the man suddenly halted.
"Impressive. You’ve grown."
If he didn’t stop now, he’d only embarrass himself further.
"Yeah. I’m not the weakling I used to be. Now, I can afford to look down on you."
Instead of responding to the taunt, the Sect Master asked, "How’s Little Yu these days?"
"Doing fine. Eating well, living well."
"Good. That’s a relief." The Sect Master sheathed his sword.
"We’re still in the middle of a fight."
"Don’t you think it’s time to leave? If you stay, this old man might not survive."
He truly hadn’t expected Su Luo to become this strong.
"You’re letting me go?"
"Just go. Before others come looking for trouble." The Sect Master waved him off.
Fine. He’d had his fun.
Su Luo turned and left.
But was the Sect Master losing his mind? Letting him go because of Little Yu?
He hadn’t even gone all out—yet the Sect Master couldn’t gauge his strength and just… released him?
As Su Luo disappeared into the distance, the Sect Master pondered the purpose behind his actions.
Su Luo wasn’t one for theatrics. If he was making this much noise, something big was coming. Preparations were necessary.
The Sect Master turned to retrieve the unconscious Elder Yan Shui.
...
After Su Luo’s rampage, countless more now knew of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s infamous figure.
If Lin Xuan had built prestige, Su Luo had cultivated notoriety.
His rise had been just as meteoric as Lin Xuan’s—reaching Nascent Soul perfection in mere years, a pace beyond comprehension.
Add his destructive escapades, and it was impossible for him not to stand out.
But Su Luo knew this was just surface-level. If he’d followed the original plot, his body would’ve been in ruins by now.
So, the gap between him and Lin Xuan remained vast.
Now, all that was left was to wait for Lin Xuan to make his move.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
