Xiao Yu, do you have any sisters

At this moment, the entrance to the secret realm had completely vanished.

Su Luo said, "I've obtained the demonic path inheritance."

Then, she took out an ancient token.

The others stared at the token, and even without touching it, they could sense its strange energy.

They couldn't tell whether the token was genuine or not, but with the secret realm gone, it could only mean one of two things: either it had been destroyed by an overwhelming force, or it had fulfilled its purpose.

Clearly, they believed the latter was more plausible.

After all, how could Su Luo possibly possess the power to destroy a secret realm left by the Demon God?

Soon, greed flickered in their eyes.

Who wouldn’t want the Demon God’s inheritance?

But then, Little Yu’s sword gleamed faintly, and in an instant, their gazes cleared.

Right—if they couldn’t even get past Little Yu, what right did they have to covet such a treasure?

Suddenly, another thought struck them: Would they be silenced to keep the secret?

Earlier, they had been too focused on entering the secret realm to seize its treasures. Only now did they snap back to reality.

At this realization, some of them began to flee.

Su Luo paid them no mind. "Let’s go," she said.

She strode away without a care, and Little Yu sheathed her sword, following closely behind. Jiang Ningshu did the same.

To the onlookers, the three of them now seemed like untouchably powerful figures—no one dared to obstruct them.

Or perhaps, they were simply relieved to see them leave.

Once they were alone, Little Yu asked, "Aren’t you going to kill them all?"

Among those who had been present, the strongest had charged forward most aggressively—they were the ones most likely to claim the secret realm’s treasures.

Unfortunately, the boldest were also the first to fall.

The remaining ones were weaker practitioners of the demonic path, mostly below the Golden Core realm, hoping to scavenge leftovers.

In the end, they had nearly lost their lives for nothing.

Su Luo replied casually, "No need to bother with them. I still need them to spread the word for me. It’ll make restarting the Heavenly Demon Sect much easier."

Restoring the glory of the Heavenly Demon Sect wasn’t something she could do alone—she would need followers.

And the demonic path inheritance would only amplify Su Luo’s reputation among demonic cultivators.

Once she demonstrated her overwhelming strength, others would naturally flock to her, believing she had undergone a miraculous transformation.

"Alright," Little Yu conceded, letting go of her killing intent.

Jiang Ningshu spoke up, "So, you’re just going to restart the Heavenly Demon Sect like this?"

"Why not?"

"Doesn’t it seem a bit… reckless?"

"Huh? Do you have any suggestions?"

Su Luo didn’t understand why Jiang Ningshu was questioning her.

"Tsk, as a former Demon Lord, I do have some authority on this matter. If you recruit followers carelessly, betrayal will come easily."

Jiang Ningshu still hadn’t forgotten how foolish she had felt when she first read her diary—not a single one of her subordinates had been truly loyal to her.

"Wait, are you misunderstanding something? I just need the shell of the Heavenly Demon Sect, not an actual revival of its former greatness."

"Oh, right. You just need to gather a few people to fill the ranks." Jiang Ningshu finally remembered—Su Luo didn’t actually need loyal followers.

"Well, not entirely. For some, there are standards. I can’t just take anyone."

She needed people, and they couldn’t be too weak—otherwise, they wouldn’t be a credible threat against Lin Xuan.

Without substance, how could Lin Xuan show off by defeating them?

Su Luo already knew where to find such individuals—after all, she had walked this storyline many times before.

Jiang Ningshu sighed dejectedly. "I thought my experience could be useful to you."

"With all due respect… what experience do you actually have?"

Jiang Ningshu had inherited her position as Demon Lord, securing it through sheer strength.

It wasn’t as if she had built the Heavenly Demon Sect from scratch to its former might.

Most of her followers hadn’t even been recruited by her—so where was this so-called "experience" coming from?

Jiang Ningshu could tell what Su Luo was implying. Though she wasn’t wrong, it still stung.

"I feel underestimated. Hmph! Fine, I’ll recruit a follower myself and show you what a real Demon Lord looks like."

Jiang Ningshu refused to back down. Back then, she hadn’t been interested in such matters, focusing solely on cultivation. Then, when she finally broke through, circumstances had prevented her from using her full power, leading to her downfall.

But she wasn’t the same person anymore.

"There’s really no need."

"Oh, there is."

The more Su Luo dismissed her, the more determined Jiang Ningshu became to prove her worth as a Demon Lord.

Perhaps it was just her competitive spirit at play.

Su Luo almost pointed out, Maybe you should recall what your old subordinates were like—every single one of them had ulterior motives.

But in the end, she held back. If Jiang Ningshu was set on trying, so be it.

Jiang Ningshu truly was resolved. She had already begun mentally rehearsing how to recruit a fiercely loyal subordinate.

"Don’t think I’m the same Demon Lord as before. After my failure, I reflected deeply. This time, I’ll find you a proper follower—one who’ll bring honor to your Heavenly Demon Sect."

"Can I laugh now?"

"Go ahead and laugh."

Jiang Ningshu assumed Su Luo was delighted at the prospect of gaining a valuable asset for the sect.

But Su Luo was laughing at the inevitable failure awaiting Jiang Ningshu.

Jiang Ningshu immediately started scouting for candidates nearby.

Su Luo let her be, though their journey to a new destination had already begun.

Along the way, Jiang Ningshu could search for the right person.

Their current path led to the City of Villains.

This massive city, situated on the border between the north and south, was infamous for its lawlessness—a den of chaos where all manner of rogues gathered.

Not only did it house demonic cultivators from the south, but even rogue practitioners from the north frequented the place.

Su Luo’s reason for going was simple: to recruit powerful individuals for the Heavenly Demon Sect.

But there was no rush—the timing wasn’t yet right, and news of her Demon God inheritance still needed time to spread.

The three of them could afford to take their time.

As they traveled, Jiang Ningshu remained enthusiastic, determined to prove her discerning eye to Su Luo.

"That one seems decent, but too ugly. Not suitable."

"She’s alright, but too weak. By the time we train her up, who knows how long it’ll take?"

"This one’s temperament is lacking—no potential for greatness."

Jiang Ningshu nitpicked endlessly, and Su Luo couldn’t help but chuckle. "What exactly are you looking for? If you wanted to showcase your judgment, shouldn’t you have picked someone immediately?"

"It’s the act of selection that proves my discernment! What’s happened to the cultivation world? Have all the promising talents died out?"

"Or maybe the problem lies with you?"

Su Luo, on the other hand, had already spotted a few promising candidates—ones with real potential if nurtured properly.

But Su Luo wasn’t running a mentorship system, nor did she have the patience to teach.

Besides, bringing them into the Heavenly Demon Sect would only be leading them to ruin.

So she let it go.

After scrutinizing dozens of candidates, Jiang Ningshu’s patience began to wear thin.

"Little Yu, do you have any sisters?"

"Ah, no, I don’t," Little Yu answered.

"Ugh. If only I could find someone like you, I’d consider that a victory."

After evaluating so many, Jiang Ningshu hadn’t found a single satisfactory candidate—not even one who was decent.

Only now did she realize just how exceptional Little Yu was—obedient, diligent, talented.

Perfect, really.

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