The Left Envoy walked out of the meeting hall and soon stood before the members of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
At the moment, everyone looked disheveled and defeated.
The Left Envoy casually delivered a few words of encouragement, but the group’s morale remained low.
As he spoke, his anger grew. How could they have failed like this? It made no sense at all.
It was just the Seven Stars Sword Sect—how could they have been so lucky?
Frustrated, the Left Envoy stormed off, unsure how to salvage the situation.
Then, he reverted to Su Luo.
The Left Envoy’s act was over; the performance had come to an end.
On his way back, Su Luo encountered Xiao Pa.
"Why are you here alone? Where’s your master?"
Xiao Pa shook her head—she had been playing by herself these past few days.
Now that she had run into Su Luo, she wanted him to play with her.
Su Luo obliged.
It was then that Su Luo realized Xiao Pa had grown remarkably strong, at least reaching the Void Comprehension level.
Though she was rarely needed in battle.
Ever since Yun’s identity had been exposed, Su Luo had learned that Xiao Pa was actually the egg once gifted to Nangong Xiyun.
Staying with Nangong Xiyun seemed like a waste of Xiao Pa’s potential.
If she had put in a little more effort, Nangong Xiyun could have become one of the top beastmasters in the cultivation world.
And Xiao Pa would have basked in that glory.
But Xiao Pa didn’t seem to mind—a peaceful life had its own joys.
At first, Su Luo and Xiao Pa were just playing around, but soon it turned into a spar.
Xiao Pa’s fighting spirit was ignited, though she was still far from Su Luo’s level.
After a short while, both of them stopped and simply lay down.
Occasionally energetic, often lazy.
Now, Xiao Pa was becoming more and more like Su Luo, having adopted his carefree attitude.
Just then, Su Luo felt someone watching him.
Opening his eyes, he saw Nangong Xiyun leaning slightly over him, gazing down.
When Su Luo met her eyes, she smiled faintly. "Did Xiao Pa trouble you?"
Xiao Pa, lying nearby, protested—she hadn’t caused any trouble at all.
"Not at all," Su Luo replied.
Nangong Xiyun reached out as if to touch Su Luo’s face but quickly withdrew her hand.
She couldn’t touch him—she could only look.
"Your gaze is getting more dangerous by the day," Su Luo remarked, feeling slightly unnerved.
"Is it? I suppose. We just fought at the Seven Stars Sword Sect, so I should be fine."
She thought the recent battle had suppressed her restless thoughts, allowing her to control herself—which was why she had sought Su Luo out.
At least, that’s what she believed.
Nangong Xiyun sat down beside Su Luo but remained silent.
It seemed she had come for no particular reason—just to be near him.
Her eyes drifted into the distance, as if trying to calm herself.
But Su Luo’s faint breathing reminded her that he was right beside her.
She wasn’t looking at him, yet she couldn’t ignore his presence, and her thoughts began to wander.
Su Luo decided to break the silence.
In the past, Nangong Xiyun had always been the one to initiate conversation, but now it was Su Luo’s turn.
He had come to realize that Nangong Xiyun wasn’t as cold as she seemed—there were many things she was willing to discuss.
But this time, she only responded with absentminded hums and nods, as if reluctant to speak.
"You mentioned being interested in the Jade Linglong Fruit before. I know—"
"Su Luo," Nangong Xiyun interrupted, her voice strained.
"What’s wrong?"
"If you keep talking, I won’t be able to stop myself from pouncing on you." Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven.
Su Luo finally noticed her unusual state. How could a simple conversation affect her like this?
They were just discussing ordinary things.
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop," Su Luo conceded.
Only when he fell silent did Nangong Xiyun regain some composure.
It was strange—just being near Su Luo, listening to his voice, made her heart race even more than before.
Yet the more she felt this way, the more she longed for the moment she could finally touch him.
Thinking of this, she smiled again.
Two more weeks. She could endure it.
Here, Nangong Xiyun silently apologized for her earlier words—a month was far too long.
Every day felt like a year.
After a while, Nangong Xiyun left on her own, afraid that staying any longer would push her past her limits.
Once she was away, she calmed down—without Su Luo nearby, she could think clearly again.
But as she recalled the sensation of being near him, she found it rather pleasant.
Should she go back?
No, she resisted the urge and decided to find something else to distract herself.
Little Yu soon found Su Luo.
"I just saw Nangong Xiyun leave. She didn’t look too well."
"Yeah, she said she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control herself just by being near me. Seems a bit exaggerated—I don’t remember being that irresistible."
Like some kind of mythical temptation.
"Really? I think I understand how she feels."
Ever since she and Su Luo had become intimate, Little Yu had often sought him out—especially at night.
At first, she thought she wouldn’t become obsessed with such things, but once she was with Su Luo, she never wanted to stop.
Maybe… right now?
Little Yu quickly shook her head, dismissing the thought. Not in broad daylight.
Su Luo smirked. "What if you had to go a month without touching me?"
"Hmph. Not happening. No one can make me—not even you."
Little Yu’s eyes were resolute—this was non-negotiable.
Of course, if they had to be apart for a while due to circumstances, she could accept that. She knew when to compromise.
But if they were together and she was forbidden from touching him? Absolutely not.
"Fair enough. I’d miss you too."
Su Luo suddenly pulled Little Yu into an embrace.
Nearby, Xiao Pa turned away with a disdainful flick of her tail.
Stupid humans, she thought. Obsessing over such things was beyond salvation.
For now, Su Luo had returned to a leisurely life in the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Occasionally, he would play the role of the Left Envoy, proposing unrealistic plans to revive the sect.
But he was always met with opposition—whether from the Right Envoy, the North End Demon Lord, or the West Extreme Demon Lord.
There was always someone objecting. After the defeat at the Seven Stars Sword Sect, the Left Envoy’s authority as the sect leader had greatly diminished.
Within the Heavenly Demon Sect, whispers even suggested that the previous leader, Jiang Ningshu, should return.
Those voices were quickly silenced—by the Left Envoy himself. The mere suggestion infuriated him, leading to a dramatic outburst.
Well, more like the sound of things being smashed.
Su Luo made sure to do his smashing in the North End Demon Lord’s quarters.
The North End Demon Lord could only endure it helplessly.
Su Luo had no choice—when it was time to act, he had to commit. This chaos was all part of the act, reinforcing the image of a fractured Heavenly Demon Sect.
When not playing his role, Su Luo spent his time with Little Yu and Nangong Xiyun.
Though Nangong Xiyun still had to leave frequently to cool down.
Despite the lingering gloom of their recent defeat, life in the Heavenly Demon Sect went on.
They carried on as usual, unaware that danger was once again gathering on the horizon.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!
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?"
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?!
