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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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)
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
