"Since you've said so, I'll improvise freely—no problem, right?" said the South End Demon Lord.
"Naturally, feel free."
Tactics? What tactics? There were none.
"Rare to see you so confident. Fine, I'll wait and see. Hope you can give us a big surprise," said the Right Envoy, unsure what cards the Left Envoy held but willing to watch.
"Mhm, you’ll be stunned."
Whether it was impressive or not, boasting came first.
The others fell silent, speculating about the Left Envoy’s plans.
The Left Envoy had no intention of waiting. "Any more questions? Ask away."
He was already turning to leave—this was just a courtesy.
Though he’d become the Demon Sovereign, he couldn’t act as arrogantly as the previous one, whose strength had been monstrous.
"Since you’ve said so, we’ll follow your lead," echoed the North End Demon Lord, refraining from stirring trouble now.
With the Left Envoy as the new Demon Sovereign, they’d respect his decisions.
Though doubts lingered, given the Heavenly Demon Sect’s current strength, they wouldn’t be crushed easily.
The West Extreme Demon Lord voiced his concern: "Is there anything specific we need to do?"
Logically, the stronger ones should be assigned critical tasks.
Yet the Left Envoy hadn’t mentioned a thing.
"Just handle things as you see fit. I trust you—or rather, I trust my own plan more."
Utterly confident.
At this point, there was no room for doubt. They’d known the Left Envoy long enough to trust his judgment.
"Then I’ll look forward to your plan," said the Right Envoy.
"Relax. I became the new Demon Sovereign to lead you all to greater heights."
With an enigmatic smile, the Left Envoy stepped into the shadows, vanishing from sight.
"See? I believe in him. Hah!" The East Extreme Demon Lord sauntered after the Left Envoy, falling in step slightly behind.
The others were baffled.
Since when were the East Extreme Demon Lord and the Left Envoy so close?
Ever since the East Extreme Demon Lord’s return, it had been like this.
The matter of the Corrupt Labyrinth was glossed over, and the Left Envoy hadn’t pressed—though if not for the current siege, it would’ve been investigated.
Had they struck some deal back then?
What could make the East Extreme Demon Lord shield the Left Envoy like this?
Speculation was pointless—they’d never guess the truth. The man had been replaced.
Meanwhile, the "Left Envoy" and the East Extreme Demon Lord had already begun chatting.
"So? How was my acting?" Nangong Xiyun reverted to her true form, grinning.
Smooth sailing.
"Not bad. Solid performance."
Though the lines and gestures were minimal, Nangong Xiyun had nailed the East Extreme Demon Lord’s mannerisms. Su Luo’s verdict: "Now that’s professionalism."
Jiang Ningshu emerged too. "And me?"
"You did fine."
Mostly because there’d been little time for her to do much.
Nangong Xiyun smirked. "You were decent, but in acting? I’m better."
"Sure, sure. You’re the expert."
"What, that tone sounds jealous."
"Not at all."
The bickering was heating up, but Su Luo was used to it. Lately, they’d taken to squabbling like this.
Hard to say if they got along or not—but it was harmless, just playful banter during downtime.
After a few more jabs, Jiang Ningshu gave up and turned to Su Luo. "Anyway, is this really okay? The whole thing was so rushed. Won’t the Heavenly Demon Sect doubt it?"
It had all happened too fast, leaving many bewildered—some might even think it was staged.
"It’s fine."
Many in the Heavenly Demon Sect would die soon anyway, so explanations were unnecessary.
Only the survivors would need them.
And by then, any excuse would do. Cornered, they’d have no choice but to believe.
"If you say so, then fine."
Nangong Xiyun cut in. "Shouldn’t you be leaving now?"
Jiang Ningshu blinked. "Me? Go where?"
"Didn’t Su Luo say you’re supposed to leave the sect and wander?"
True—according to the "plot," Jiang Ningshu was meant to roam, homeless.
But Jiang Ningshu just smiled. "I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with Su Luo."
Nangong Xiyun didn’t hold back. "Need me to kick you out?"
"Su Luo~" Jiang Ningshu hid behind Su Luo, her voice sweet.
Nangong Xiyun’s face darkened. "You were the Demon Sovereign. Could you at least act like it?"
"Not anymore. I’ll do as I please."
With that, Jiang Ningshu darted forward and kissed Su Luo. "Heard this works on you. Let me stay, okay?"
Her smug look at Nangong Xiyun said it all—this move was borrowed from her.
Nangong Xiyun’s eyebrow twitched. Then she smiled, pulling Su Luo close and kissing her other cheek. "What if I make Su Luo refuse now? Would that cancel yours out?"
"Then I’ll do it again."
"Hmph."
(￣3￣) Su Luo (￣ε￣)
A bit childish, no?
Since when was this a competition?
Well, if the prize was Su Luo, fine.
But she had to stop them.
"Enough. Talk properly."
"Hmph."
"Tch."
Once they quieted, Su Luo turned to Jiang Ningshu. "Give me one reason to stay."
"You said I’d fight the Heavenly Demon Sect later, right? So why not let me infiltrate now? When you need me, I’ll strike."
"Fine, you can stay."
Jiang Ningshu hadn’t expected Su Luo to agree so easily. "Really? You’re the best."
Nangong Xiyun wasn’t pleased, but she let it go. Su Luo had decided.
Truthfully, any excuse would’ve worked—Su Luo wouldn’t force her out. Staying had its uses.
But Jiang Ningshu’s reasoning was sound. Even better.
Still, she hesitated. "Are you sure it’s okay?"
"Should be fine."
"Su Luo, you’re way too easy." Nangong Xiyun sighed.
"Not really. If it makes sense, I’m flexible."
Su Luo had to protest—she wasn’t easy at all!
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?”
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!" "......"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
