Su Luo showed a kind smile and said, "Little sister, are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine," the little girl replied, still trembling with fear.
"That's good. Do you know how to get back home?"
The little girl nodded blankly.
"Alright then."
Su Luo and Little Yu began to walk away.
The little girl stared at her surroundings in disbelief, unable to believe she had been rescued so easily.
But soon, she thought of something and called out to them, "Wait! Big brother, big sister... could you help me kill some people?"
Su Luo replied, "Hiring us to kill isn’t cheap. What can you offer?"
The little girl searched her pockets and pulled out everything she had. "This is all I have..."
They were just worthless trinkets.
Su Luo glanced at Little Yu. "What do you think?"
Little Yu pondered for a moment before asking, "Who do you want dead?"
"They’re demons! They robbed our entire village!"
The little girl began explaining.
After hearing the gist of it, Su Luo understood—a cultivator bullying the weak just because he was stronger.
"Fine, I’ll take a look first," Little Yu said, deciding to assess the situation before acting.
"Thank you! Thank you!" The little girl clung to Little Yu as if she were her last hope.
Little Yu picked out a small fruit from the girl’s belongings—just an ordinary piece of fruit—and accepted it as payment.
"Let’s go," she said.
"They’re over there!" The little girl hurriedly led the way.
Su Luo had no objections to Little Yu’s decision.
As they walked, Little Yu remarked, "Su Luo, this reminds me of when you saved me back then."
"Oh? Well, to be honest, I just happened to save you on a whim."
Though Su Luo knew how to phrase things more romantically, he decided against it—Little Yu wouldn’t mind either way.
But unexpectedly, Little Yu pouted and said, "Couldn’t you say something nicer?"
Su Luo was taken aback—he had never seen this expression on her before.
"Little Yu, since when did you start caring about sweet words?"
She used to be fine with whatever he said. Was this her rebellious phase?
"Because someone refused to promise they’d never leave me, so I have to make up for it by hearing more nice things from them."
"......"
Definitely a rebellious phase.
But swearing to never leave for a lifetime? That was too heavy a commitment.
At this point, the little girl chimed in, "Big brother and big sister are really close, huh?"
"Of course," Little Yu replied.
They escorted the little girl back to her village, though the place was in shambles.
An elderly man spotted them and immediately warned, "You should leave quickly! Those bandits are still around!"
Su Luo nodded. "Yeah, we know. Cultivators, right?"
"No, it’s worse than that! Their leader is a Golden Core expert, infamous for his cruelty in these parts!" the old man insisted.
Cruelty? How cruel exactly?
Little Yu asked, "Compared to the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
Just then, they were surrounded.
The leader, Hu Lang, a Golden Core cultivator, burst into laughter. "We can’t compare to the Heavenly Demon Sect. What, do you know people from there?"
"Something like that," Su Luo answered.
"In that case, could you introduce me? Honestly, I’ve always wanted to join the Heavenly Demon Sect."
At the mention of the sect, Hu Lang’s eyes gleamed with ambition. Even though the sect wasn’t doing well lately, joining now might give him a better shot at obtaining high-level cultivation techniques.
"You might barely qualify, but... too bad."
"Too bad for what?"
Little Yu drew her sword and finished Su Luo’s sentence. "You’re all going to die here."
Hu Lang roared with laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke. "You? Kill me? Don’t make me laugh!"
He unleashed the full pressure of his Golden Core cultivation.
"What a shame. I’m a Golden Core expert—I almost admire your guts for daring to say I’ll die."
Su Luo and Little Yu exchanged a glance.
They struggled to hold back their laughter.
The audacity wasn’t even angering—it was just ridiculous.
Hu Lang scowled. "What’s so funny?! Kill them!"
But his lackeys stood no chance against Su Luo and Little Yu.
In an instant, they were all dead.
Hu Lang froze, then snarled in fury. "You brought this on yourselves! You could’ve died painlessly, but no—you had to make it difficult. I’ll make sure your deaths are slow and agonizing!"
He lunged forward, but Su Luo merely flicked a glance.
A deafening explosion blew off Hu Lang’s lower half.
"AAAAARGH!" He howled in agony.
Su Luo walked over leisurely and looked down at him, sprawled on the ground. "Question: If you’re trying to torture someone, but they not only refuse to cooperate but also insult you, what do you do?"
Hu Lang, gritting through the pain, spat out, "I—I won’t let you call him uncooperative!"
His survival instincts had never been stronger.
"Good answer. Too bad—try to be more careful in your next life."
BOOM!
The Golden Core expert was reduced to ashes.
Just like that.
Su Luo scanned the area—no stragglers left—and turned to leave.
"Your request is done," Little Yu told the little girl.
Then she followed Su Luo away.
It had been a trivial matter, and neither of them planned to linger.
"Thank you, big brother and big sister!"
The little girl bowed deeply in gratitude.
Little Yu waved back warmly before turning to Su Luo. "Su Luo, doesn’t she remind you of me back then?"
"How? Your circumstances were completely different."
"She suffered misfortune too. Without you, who knows what would’ve happened to her?"
"You were here too. I know you would’ve stepped in."
"True. But I’m only here because of you."
Little Yu slowly reached for Su Luo’s hand.
Then, testing his reaction, she inched closer until she was clinging to his arm.
She rarely did this before—holding hands was usually the limit.
Su Luo studied her. "You really have changed. What happened when we were heading to the Nightshade Forest?"
"I’m not telling."
Little Yu had intended to explain—it wasn’t something she wanted to hide from Su Luo—but the words caught in her throat at the last moment.
Would telling him change his mind?
Probably not right now.
So instead, she resolved to keep Su Luo through actions. Step one: learning to refuse him.
Being too obedient wouldn’t sway him—she knew Su Luo well enough to understand that.
"You’re actually saying no to me? My heart is broken."
"Ah! Are you really upset? Fine, I’ll tell you—" Little Yu panicked, nearly forgetting her plan.
"I was joking."
Su Luo didn’t intend to force her. She’d speak when she was ready.
"Then I won’t say anything." Little Yu pretended to sulk but tightened her grip on Su Luo’s arm.
The two continued their journey toward the Thousand Peaks Mountain.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
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!
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?!
