The moonlight shimmered like water, spilling over the narrow path.
Su Luo and Li Siyi walked side by side.
Suddenly, Li Siyi took Su Luo’s hand, her expression unchanging as they continued their stroll.
Su Luo didn’t pull away either, and the two walked on like that.
At that very moment, Huang Nuanyan, who had been wandering around, spotted Su Luo and Li Siyi up ahead.
Just as she was about to greet them, she noticed something odd.
Why were they holding hands?
Hiss—
Huang Nuanyan felt as though she had stumbled upon some huge secret.
Wasn’t Su Luo supposed to be Su Yu’s Dao companion? What was going on here?
A secret rendezvous with Li Siyi?
It was hard to believe, but she had seen it with her own eyes.
She wanted to ask, but didn’t dare.
Then another thought struck her—did Little Yu know about this?
Should she tell her?
No, no, she shouldn’t jump to conclusions before understanding the full picture. It’d be troublesome if this turned out to be a misunderstanding.
But wasn’t holding hands clear enough?
Huang Nuanyan felt her head was about to explode.
This was so frustrating—should she say something or not?
In the end, Huang Nuanyan lost her mood and headed back.
Su Luo and Li Siyi naturally noticed Huang Nuanyan, but it wasn’t a big deal. They knew their interactions had only been recent anyway.
Huang Nuanyan quickly returned to her room.
"You’re back so soon?" Little Yu asked curiously.
Huang Nuanyan hesitated, struggling for words before finally saying, "Little Yu, what do you think of Su Yu?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I haven’t known you two for long, so I can’t really judge. I just wanted to hear your thoughts."
"He’s great. Su Yu is the most important person to me."
"How important?"
"Very, very important."
Huang Nuanyan’s head throbbed—now she was even more conflicted about whether to speak up.
Little Yu found it strange that Huang Nuanyan was still awake. She had been thinking of going to find Su Luo.
After a long pause, Huang Nuanyan asked again, "Do you trust him?"
"I do."
"Alright."
Huang Nuanyan decided she needed to investigate Su Luo and Li Siyi’s relationship first before saying anything to Little Yu.
She couldn’t just accuse someone without proof.
Then she fell asleep—still the type to doze off instantly.
Seeing this, Little Yu went next door, but Su Luo hadn’t returned yet.
However, he soon came back, with Li Siyi following behind.
Li Siyi smiled when she saw Little Yu. "See? I told you Little Yu would be waiting here."
Not just waiting—she was already in bed.
"What’s wrong with me waiting?" Little Yu retorted.
"Nothing, it’s just that you’re so predictable."
Su Luo sighed. "You two are really getting to know each other better."
Neither of them argued. They weren’t as antagonistic as before.
"Haha, whatever. Time to sleep." Li Siyi shamelessly jumped onto the bed, leaving the middle spot open.
The familiar arrangement—just like yesterday.
Li Siyi had already realized that if she wanted to make a move on Su Luo, she’d have to find a time when Little Yu wasn’t around.
So for the next few days, she planned to behave.
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The next day, the Spirit Combat Tournament continued.
The morning event was Ocean Hunting.
Participants were to hunt sea demons, though seafood like fish, shrimp, and crabs also counted.
They could exchange their catches for points, and reaching 100 points would qualify them.
But it wasn’t without competition—the hunting grounds were limited for cultivators of their level. If they didn’t act fast, they might not even reach 100 points before time ran out.
Once the match began, everyone rushed toward the sea.
Su Luo took it easy. He entered the water and simply floated, thinking, Since I’m here, might as well swim.
But he didn’t forget his task—he manipulated the water, forcing the ocean to "spit out" its bounty.
Without lifting a finger, seafood piled up before him.
Effortless.
The others couldn’t comprehend what kind of technique this was, but it was undeniably mesmerizing—mystical, even.
Most contestants either blasted the water’s surface or dove in.
Someone had considered fishing, but with all the commotion around, catching anything would’ve been a miracle.
Plenty of spectators had gathered to watch the young cultivators in action.
Whenever rare catches surfaced, the crowd would gasp and swarm over for a look.
Little Yu found a spot to slay sea demons.
Just as everyone was showcasing their skills, a terrifying demon shark surged forth.
The contestants immediately scrambled ashore—this was beyond their capabilities.
A few tried teaming up to attack, but underwater, their strikes were weakened, while the demon shark moved with terrifying speed.
Better to run. If the shark chased them onto land, they might stand a chance.
But soon, they realized the demon shark wasn’t targeting anyone—it was charging in one specific direction.
Lin Xuan was controlling it, aiming straight for Su Luo.
This demon shark was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, a terrifying foe for the contestants.
But to Su Luo, it was nothing.
Lin Xuan had summoned it precisely to let Su Luo show off.
If Su Luo didn’t eliminate it, no one else could safely return to the water.
And once he did, the others would surely thank him. Killing a demon shark was an impressive feat in itself.
Yet Su Luo had no intention of acting.
He simply controlled the currents, preventing the shark from getting close.
Lin Xuan didn’t dare push too hard—the shark would die from the clash between his and Su Luo’s power.
Lin Xuan couldn’t understand it. Su Luo wasn’t killing the shark, nor was he doing anything else.
How strange. If it were him, he’d have slain the beast immediately to bask in the glory.
Helping others while looking good—why not?
In the end, Little Yu was the one who killed the demon shark.
No one saw how she did it, but suddenly, the shark was impaled on her sword, lifted out of the water.
"Su Luo, you’re amazing! You actually killed that thing?" Huang Nuanyan hadn’t witnessed the process, but the result spoke for itself.
"Yeah, it wasn’t moving much, so I attacked. Didn’t expect it to work."
And just like that, the matter was settled.
With the demon shark, Little Yu easily cleared the point requirement.
The others, now that the threat was gone, returned to the sea—though nervously, fearing another shark might appear.
They had to work quickly to gather enough points before time ran out.
Lin Xuan wouldn’t interfere again. Any more would disrupt the tournament.
Time flew by, and those who qualified moved on.
Many spectators stuck around, mostly because the harvested seafood would be cooked right after the event.
Everyone was welcome to eat.
The cooking methods varied wildly, each dish boasting unique flavors.
Su Luo and his group found a spot to sample the fare.
The atmosphere was lively.
Huang Nuanyan even teared up. "Coming here was definitely the right choice."
But the afternoon matches wouldn’t be so relaxed.
Half the tournament had passed, yet over half the contestants remained.
From here on, the events would focus more on individual cultivation strength—meaning those with superior power would start to shine.
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!
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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?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
