"Lin Xuan!"
Members of the Seven Stars Sword Sect rushed to check on him, but the Heavenly Demon Sect naturally wouldn’t let them have their way.
Even a titled demon attempted to kill Lin Xuan.
Yet he was blocked.
"You won’t get your way."
"Lin Xuan must die—he’s too powerful."
"Don’t even think about it. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to step over my corpse first."
The battle raged on.
Above them, Su Luo watched the scene unfold and said, "Let’s begin. It’s time to end this."
"Mm." Jiang Ningshu nodded.
What was once a moment of harmony turned into a clash of blades.
The fight intensified once more as a black sphere shattered.
Reappearing before the crowd, their battle instantly became the focal point of the conflict.
So strong!
Everyone marveled, whether they were from the Seven Stars Sword Sect or the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Suddenly, the Left Envoy sensed something amiss and roared, "South End Demon Lord!"
At his shout, more people turned their attention.
The South End Demon Lord was dead, his body lying stiff on the ground.
"No… it can’t be. How could the Demon Lord die?"
"He’s still alive—we have to save him!"
"South End Demon Lord! South End Demon Lord!"
A member of the Seven Stars Sword Sect beheaded the South End Demon Lord on the spot and declared loudly, "The South End Demon Lord is dead!"
Now, even the Heavenly Demon Sect had no choice but to believe it, dealing a heavy blow to their morale.
They never expected the South End Demon Lord to fall like this.
The Left Envoy’s face darkened, shifting through emotions before he finally commanded, "Retreat."
Resentment, fury, and regret were written across his face.
But the tide had truly turned—it was time to face the bitter truth.
Even if that truth was the South End Demon Lord’s coffin…
At the Left Envoy’s order, the Heavenly Demon Sect swiftly withdrew.
The Seven Stars Sword Sect gave chase, but stopping the Heavenly Demon Sect’s retreat was nearly impossible without a prearranged trap.
The battle had reached its conclusion.
Jiang Ningshu pursued briefly before halting, allowing the Heavenly Demon Sect to leave.
At this point, she showed signs of exhaustion—after all, she had endured a heavenly tribulation and fought the Left Envoy for so long. Given her strength at this point in the story, fatigue was only natural.
Standing still, she was met with wary gazes from the Seven Stars Sword Sect, who feared she might suddenly turn on them.
After all, she was once the Heavenly Demon Sect’s Demon Sovereign.
The sect leader, nursing his injuries, spoke to her, "Former Demon Sovereign, we appreciate your aid, but may we ask why you helped us?"
"I simply have a grudge against the Heavenly Demon Sect." With that, Jiang Ningshu coolly walked away.
Some hesitated, blocking her path—after all, she was the former Demon Sovereign.
But the sect leader shook his head. "Let her go."
They obeyed, stepping aside.
Jiang Ningshu departed.
Next came the cleanup of the battlefield.
Lin Xuan and the other wounded were carried off for treatment.
Di Haoao was particularly concerned about Lin Xuan’s condition.
The Emperor Heaven Sect’s timely assistance earned them the gratitude of the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
But Di Haoao waved it off. "You helped us before. This was only our duty—no need for thanks."
Meanwhile…
Li Siyi had returned to the fight after seeing Little Yu, cutting down many Heavenly Demon Sect members. Now, she was utterly drained.
Fortunately, her injuries were minor, and she could tend to them herself.
As she walked alone back to her quarters, thick black mist suddenly enveloped the area.
An ominous aura permeated the air, turning the bright day eerie and cold.
Then, a figure emerged from the mist.
Li Siyi stared in horror at the person before her.
"The Seven Stars Sword Sect has cost the Heavenly Demon Sect dearly. Did you think I’d leave so easily?"
"I’m just a minor player. Spare me."
"Li Siyi, I know you—one of the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s finest disciples. Killing you will make them suffer."
"Why not go after Lin Xuan? His death would hurt them more."
"Is that really something you should say?"
"Yes. To survive, I’ll say anything."
"I’ll kill Lin Xuan too, but you first."
"If possible… could you revert to your true form before killing me?"
"Oh? You knew?" Su Luo sounded surprised. He had planned to scare Li Siyi by impersonating the Left Envoy.
How had she figured it out?
"Mm. I met Little Yu—she told me."
"Fine, I’ll drop the act." Su Luo resumed his usual appearance.
He had promised Li Siyi he’d come find her.
But he kept the black mist—it served as a barrier to keep prying eyes away.
Li Siyi sighed, a hint of complaint in her voice. "Couldn’t you have picked a better time?"
There was so much to do right now.
"Might as well—I’m already here."
Su Luo hadn’t planned to visit Li Siyi at this moment either. There was still a post-defeat meeting to attend, so he couldn’t stay long.
But since he was here, a quick meeting wouldn’t hurt.
Li Siyi wasn’t truly upset. "True. I’m still happy to see you."
"You’ve grown stronger—barely a scratch on you."
"Thanks to your immortal sword. By the way… have you gotten handsomer?"
Su Luo found it odd. "Why the sudden compliment? I know I haven’t changed."
"Just making conversation."
"No need. We’ve got plenty to talk about."
"Do we?" Before meeting Su Luo, Li Siyi had countless things to say. But now, words failed her, leaving her rambling.
"Of course. Like how you’ve been, or what I’ve been up to."
Su Luo preferred casual topics.
What else was there?
How to conquer the cultivation world? No thanks—Su Luo had no such ambitions.
Thoughts on faction conflicts? Who cared?
Everyday talk was far more relatable.
Li Siyi had no issue with that, though she admitted, "My life’s been pretty dull—just training, that’s it."
"Same here. Well, lately I’ve also been playing the Left Envoy."
Su Luo vented about the trials of impersonating the Left Envoy, exaggerating slightly for a more engaging chat.
They talked freely, though time was short.
Reluctantly, Li Siyi ended the conversation. "Alright, you should get going."
"No rush. They can wait."
"But I can’t. Go on, shoo."
She practically pushed him to work.
"Fine. See you next time."
"Mm. Next time."
Su Luo vanished.
Li Siyi gazed at where he had stood. Though the timing wasn’t ideal, she was glad he had sought her out.
Even happier that he had said, "Next time."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
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!
