Qianjue Mountain.
After three simple days of living there.
Well, simple indeed~
Su Luo regained his composure, gazing at the mountain peak scenery. He felt a stronger pursuit was needed, along with a resolve to seek the truth.
"Little Yu, let's go. We still have grand endeavors ahead."
"Yes."
Though Little Yu was somewhat reluctant to leave this life behind, now she followed Su Luo's words more obediently than ever.
After all, she had given him everything.
Ahem, back to the main topic. "Little Yu, how's your state of mind?"
Climbing Qianjue Mountain should have had some effect.
Su Luo had originally intended to use the mountain to strengthen Little Yu's determination, but her resolve had been misplaced.
Well, not entirely misplaced—at least Su Luo didn’t dislike it.
"I’ve never felt better than now."
Little Yu understood herself. Climbing Qianjue Mountain hadn’t helped her, but what happened there with Su Luo had the greatest impact.
Her heart was stronger than ever. As long as Su Luo was with her, nothing was a problem.
That was what Little Yu believed at this moment.
"How strange, Little Yu. Can’t you sense any inner demons?"
As one’s strength grows, they should at least vaguely perceive their inner demons.
Some try to eliminate them, others accept and coexist with them, or find other ways to deal with them.
But did Little Yu truly have none, or were they buried deep within?
Little Yu shook her head. She knew herself well—neither her body nor her mind felt the slightest disturbance.
After a moment’s thought, she arrived at an answer, one she was absolutely certain of.
"There are no inner demons. As long as you’re here, Su Luo, I’ll never have any!"
"Ah, so absolute? You make me sound like some kind of stabilizing force."
"You… you just stabilized me earlier…" Little Yu’s face flushed crimson before she could finish.
"Tsk, making dirty jokes now? You deserve a spanking."
Su Luo hadn’t expected Little Yu to make such a risqué remark. She’d really learned some bad habits.
Little Yu giggled and continued, "Even if I had inner demons, if you told them to kill themselves, I think they’d obey."
"Don’t say such terrifying things! Why would I ever tell you to do that?"
What kind of power did he have, to make someone’s inner demons commit suicide on command?
"That’s just how I see it." Little Yu stood firm.
"Fine, you win. But no inner demons is good. Let’s head back—the Heavenly Demon Sect needs me."
It was almost time for the next phase. A new chapter was about to unfold.
"Alright, let’s go." Little Yu had no objections. This journey had already left her deeply satisfied.
One last glance at the scenery of Qianjue Mountain—a view she would always cherish.
Su Luo and Little Yu swiftly made their way toward the Nightshade Forest. The return trip was much faster.
But before that, he needed to notify an "actor."
"Summon!" Su Luo was growing more adept at his messaging skill.
Xiao Pa had been playing with a ball when she was abruptly summoned. Interrupted mid-game, she felt a pang of irritation.
For a moment, she questioned whether granting Su Luo summoning rights had been a mistake.
Su Luo saw her displeasure and instantly tossed her a ball, teasing her into play.
Xiao Pa immediately brightened, engaging in a lively game with him.
Once she was thoroughly entertained, Su Luo finally gave her the message.
"I’m returning to the Heavenly Demon Sect. Where are you? Get into position—I’ll need your East Extreme Demon Lord’s support."
Xiao Pa trotted off with a snack, thoroughly satisfied.
Nangong Xiyun received the message without issue.
"You took this long to contact me? I’m angry. Come pick me up at Autumn Leaf Plains."
Then she remembered—Xiao Pa could only be summoned by Su Luo. She couldn’t go to him on her own.
One-way messaging. Instantly, Nangong Xiyun’s gaze at Xiao Pa turned judgmental. Weak cat.
Xiao Pa felt wronged. How is this my fault?
Whatever. She’d see Su Luo soon anyway. She wondered how he’d been this past month.
A month apart hadn’t dulled Nangong Xiyun’s thoughts of Su Luo—if anything, she missed him more.
Hmm~ Hmm~
Su Luo, I’m coming to see you.
Nangong Xiyun rushed toward the Nightshade Forest.
Meanwhile, Su Luo also wrote in his diary—he needed to notify Jiang Ningshu.
[You there, Ningshu? Time to get moving. Hunt down the Heavenly Demon Sect to your heart’s content.]
Jiang Ningshu’s arc was about to begin as well.
She noticed the diary entry immediately.
Hmph. No rewards, and you expect me to obey?
I may no longer be the Demon Lord, fallen from grace, but I won’t be ordered around so casually.
I’ll remember this favor. Next time, I’m collecting with interest.
Then, her demonic aura surged.
Heavenly Demon Sect… where are you hiding?
......
Li Siyi also read the diary.
How bizarre. Even after their secret was exposed, their relationship seems to have improved?
Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu’s exchanges read like private messages.
Everyone has a diary, but his is used to leave notes for her.
Their connection feels stronger than mine now.
Li Siyi regretted it. If she had told Su Luo directly, could she have used the diary to communicate too?
Now that the diary’s exposed, it’s too late. What advantage does being second even give me?
......
Nightshade Forest. After a month of reconstruction, a Demon Lord’s palace now stood—modest compared to the last, but functional.
This palace served as their meeting hall.
At this moment, the North End Demon Lord, West Extreme Demon Lord, South End Demon Lord, and Right Envoy were gathered inside.
They hadn’t assembled like this in a month. Today’s meeting had one purpose—to denounce the Demon Lord (the Left Envoy).
Even if the Left Envoy wasn’t present, the condemnation had to happen.
"The East Extreme Demon Lord vanishing is normal, but the Demon Lord’s constant absence is unacceptable," the South End Demon Lord grumbled, his tone thick with displeasure.
How is the Left Envoy—no, the Demon Lord—even less responsible now than before?
"The Left Envoy—no, the Demon Lord—has quite the airs, hasn’t he? Disappearing the moment he took the throne," the North End Demon Lord chimed in.
Might as well agree with them. As a spy, it’s better to nod along than argue.
"Who knows? I thought he’d be more proactive as Demon Lord," the West Extreme Demon Lord added.
"Perhaps… he was never fit to be Demon Lord," the Right Envoy said coldly.
Silence fell over the room. Everyone waited to see what he’d say next.
Was he about to betray the Demon Lord too?
But the next voice came from someone else—someone familiar.
"I believe I heard someone speaking ill of me."
Su Luo strode in unhurriedly, now in the Left Envoy’s form, his expression haughty.
"So you do remember to show up, Demon Lord. Without you, I thought the Heavenly Demon Sect was doomed."
The Right Envoy’s sarcasm was biting. He owed the Left Envoy no respect.
Their strengths were comparable. The Left Envoy had only become Demon Lord because circumstances demanded it. Now, despite being at fault, he dared to act high and mighty?
Unbearable.
"I know you’re upset, but calm down first."
The Left Envoy took his seat on the Demon Lord’s throne with effortless grace, looking down at them all.
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