"That's more like it."
Su Luo casually tossed out a secret technique.
Lei Shi opened it and read: "The Great Heartless Demon Art?"
Abandon all emotions and desires to cultivate peerless demonic power.
No castration required, of course.
"This will drastically boost your cultivation, but the downside is... you’ll probably never love again."
Though the power was tempting, Lei Shi hesitated.
Finally, his eyes hardened with resolve. "I no longer believe in love anyway."
With that, he began practicing without hesitation.
Su Luo nodded in satisfaction. Perfect—just as the plot demanded. One down.
Lei Shi was already burning with impatience to grow stronger and exact his revenge.
True to its name, the Great Heartless Demon Art transformed Lei Shi in just a single day.
He even broke through to the Hollow Void realm.
Don’t underestimate Hollow Void—corruption amplifies power tenfold.
From here, he’d grow exponentially, eventually becoming one of the New Heavenly Demon Sect’s core fighters.
When Lei Shi opened his eyes again, they gleamed with icy detachment.
Only one thing burned within him now: vengeance.
Su Luo said, "I won’t accompany you. Can you handle it alone?"
"Naturally."
Lei Shi left.
Su Luo waited.
Before long, Lei Shi returned, tossing the severed heads of Wu Feng and Fang Xiaoqian onto the ground.
"From now on," he declared, "I am your subordinate."
"That’s more like it."
Just then, Little Yu arrived.
She’d only meant to stroll around, yet somehow stumbled upon Su Luo again.
"Su Luo, finished with your business?"
"More or less."
Though the exchange was brief, Lei Shi sensed something off.
Why did their tone sound so... intimate?
Su Luo turned to Lei Shi. "We’ll take our leave. Find a place to settle—I’ll contact you later with plans."
Then he walked off with Little Yu, their hands entwined.
Lei Shi gaped. "Wait—who is she?"
"Oh, her?" Su Luo smiled. "Someone irreplaceable. The one I love."
Huh?! Lei Shi’s mind short-circuited.
"But... didn’t you say love is meaningless? Weren’t we building a grand cause together?"
What the hell is this?!
You’re betraying the mission!
"That was your path, not mine. Don’t overthink it."
"No, no, no! I practiced the Great Heartless Demon Art! I feel scammed!"
"You wanted power—I provided. You could’ve refused. It’s not too late to quit; you’ve only just begun."
Su Luo’s tone was indifferent.
At worst, he’d find a replacement.
After a tense pause, Lei Shi gritted his teeth. "Fine. I’ll continue. But I hope your promise—to make the world fear us—wasn’t a lie."
Love was dead to him anyway. Better to focus on strength and purpose.
"Of course it’s not a lie. When the time comes, the Heavenly Demon Sect will descend upon this world once more."
With that, Su Luo and Little Yu departed.
They wandered the city, but Little Yu’s adorable demeanor kept attracting trouble.
Before Su Luo could react, she’d already dealt with the pests—lethal strikes, no mercy.
In this City of Villains, Little Yu out-villained them all.
"Su Luo, why do I sense... fear in you?"
"I’m afraid my sweet Little Yu might turn into a real monster."
"Nonsense. I know where to draw the line."
"Fair enough. Come, let’s explore."
They played around the city, though its "attractions" were just scams—fake treasures, pickpockets, outright robbery.
Nothing worth seeing.
Su Luo sent Little Yu back; he still had one last recruit to meet.
Feng Chengkai.
The man sought Su Luo out first.
"Rumor says you’ve inherited the Demon God’s legacy."
"Correct."
Feng Chengkai attacked without warning, only to be schooled by Su Luo’s Void Hand technique.
After a brief skirmish, Feng Chengkai relented. Su Luo had passed his test.
"Interested in a partnership?"
"Go on," Su Luo feigned ignorance.
"Do you know why Huang Jiuyou established this City of Villains?" Feng Chengkai countered with a question.
"No. Is there deeper meaning?"
Feng Chengkai explained.
From the start, he’d been curious—what did Huang Jiuyou gain from creating this den of scum?
The chaos benefited others, but the city lord himself seemed untouched by the profit.
There had to be a hidden scheme.
So Feng Chengkai stayed, investigating Huang Jiuyou’s movements.
And he uncovered the truth.
Huang Jiuyou was stockpiling Demon Essence.
Beneath the city lay a massive altar, silently siphoning it from every cultivator.
Demon Essence—the condensed core of demonic cultivation, distinct from ordinary demonic energy.
Normally, practitioners never notice it; their demonic aura masks its presence.
But in this city, every wound became a leak.
The altar absorbed trace amounts of Demon Essence through injuries—too faint to detect.
This altar was Huang Jiuyou's treasure for breaking through to the Mahayana stage.
The accumulated demonic essence, bit by bit, was the key force behind his breakthrough.
From the very beginning, Huang Jiuyou had established the City of Villains for his own sake.
"So then, what will you do?" Su Luo said.
"Of course, take it for myself."
"You really are ambitious."
"That's just how it is—either die or succeed," Feng Chengkai said with a crazed tone.
"Fine. With that kind of resolve, I'll join you."
"Then it's settled. When the time is right, I'll come for you."
Su Luo nodded, watching him leave.
The altar wasn’t yet full, but it was close.
Truthfully, Feng Chengkai didn’t necessarily have to seek out Su Luo—there were plenty of potential allies here.
But Su Luo was the most promising, especially with that trump card of inheriting the Demon God’s legacy.
In the story’s progression, Su Luo, Feng Chengkai, and Lei Shi would join forces to kill Huang Jiuyou,
stealing the fruits of his years of labor.
Then, they would rapidly ascend in power.
But the sheer magnitude of what Huang Jiuyou had prepared over the years was too much for Su Luo and Feng Chengkai alone to handle.
If the energy was too overwhelming, it could tear them apart.
That’s where Lei Shi came in.
With three of them, it was just enough.
So the trio grew stronger here,
preparing for the future—the Demon Sect.
The next day, a major event unfolded in the City of Villains.
Huang Jiuyou initiated a battle game involving the entire city.
The last one standing would be the victor,
with rich rewards awaiting the winner.
Of course, a city-wide battle didn’t mean indiscriminate slaughter—those who didn’t want to participate could simply play dead.
If anyone went on a killing spree, Huang Jiuyou himself would intervene.
Even harvesting crops required moderation.
The purpose of today’s game was to accelerate progress.
The altar was nearly full—after today, it would be complete.
Then, he could finally ascend to the Mahayana stage.
The mere thought of it thrilled him.

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)

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?"

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."