Can't you control yourself

After a fierce battle between Jiang Ningshu and Su Luo, she felt thoroughly satisfied.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I'm quite content."

"That's it?"

"I'm not that fond of fighting. Once in a while is plenty."

As the clash between Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu came to an end, it was clear that Villain City would soon face upheaval.

The next day, Su Luo stood high above Villain City.

The square below was already crowded with people—all forced to gather.

Refusal meant death.

"I am Su Luo. Huang Jiuyou has been slain by my hand."

His first words sent shockwaves through the crowd. Huang Jiuyou had been at the peak of the Void Refinement realm—how could he have been killed?

Yet Huang Jiuyou's absence spoke for itself. Su Luo’s claim was undeniable.

Su Luo continued, "As you all know, the Heavenly Demon Sect is no more. But today, I declare its rebirth. From this day forward, my sect shall be known as the New Heavenly Demon Sect."

"I rebuild the Heavenly Demon Sect to remind those so-called righteous factions that the demonic path has not been eradicated."

"Those who wish to follow me, step forward."

"From this moment, I, Su Luo, claim the title of the new Demon Sovereign!"

As his words echoed, cheers and applause erupted below.

Su Luo nodded in approval. This was the reaction he wanted—any less, and he wouldn’t hesitate to remind them with a blast from his laser-like gaze.

Feng Chengkai was the first to pledge allegiance. "Well said! I stand with you!"

Lei Shi followed, "I will follow you."

They had witnessed Su Luo’s power firsthand the day before.

Thanks to him, they had absorbed vast amounts of demonic essence, skyrocketing their cultivation.

Yet even they couldn’t fully contain the energy—some of it dissipated, nearly overwhelming them.

Behind Su Luo stood Little Yu and Jiang Ningshu, their presence reinforcing his authority.

The crowd quickly realized that Su Luo wasn’t just making empty claims—he had the strength to back them up.

And with the legacy of the Demon God at his disposal, many rushed to join the New Heavenly Demon Sect.

Of course, some hesitated. Su Luo didn’t force them—there was no need to paint himself as a bloodthirsty tyrant.

But without Huang Jiuyou to maintain order, Villain City would soon crumble anyway.

Originally, Su Luo had planned to share some of the Demon God’s techniques with his new followers to strengthen them.

But he couldn’t be bothered to teach.

Loyalty wasn’t a priority—he only needed the facade of a sect.

As long as the key players remained, the rest were expendable.

With that, he led them toward Soulreturn Valley, where the story of the New Heavenly Demon Sect would unfold.

Su Luo intended to join them, but an unexpected figure blocked his path.

Gasps spread through the crowd.

"Nangong Xiyun!"

"Why is she here?"

"No way… I heard she’s already reached the Mahayana stage. Will our sect be wiped out before it even begins?"

The old Heavenly Demon Sect had once boasted Mahayana experts, but now, without such power, they were nothing.

Arrogance was out of the question.

Expressionless, Nangong Xiyun drew her sword and struck.

The sheer force of her attack left most struggling to breathe.

Jiang Ningshu, cloaked in black, stepped forward and countered with a slash of her own.

The collision of their immense powers sent weaker onlookers flying from the shockwaves.

Su Luo erected a barrier and ordered, "Go ahead to Soulreturn Valley. I’ll catch up."

Without hesitation, the crowd fled.

A second’s delay could mean death.

From a distance, they turned back to see Su Luo, Little Yu, and the black-cloaked figure locked in battle against Nangong Xiyun.

The sight was unimaginable.

"Tell me… can our Demon Sovereign really win?"

"If not, we scatter. If he does, it proves we’ve chosen the right leader."

"Fair point."

Yet Su Luo, Little Yu, and Jiang Ningshu held their own against Nangong Xiyun, matching her blow for blow.

The spectators couldn’t help but marvel, "So our New Heavenly Demon Sect isn’t weak after all."

Then they hurried away without looking back.

Not weak, perhaps—but survival was another matter.

As the battle raged, Su Luo and his companions gradually drew Nangong Xiyun away before vanishing without a trace.

They reappeared on the ground below.

Suddenly, Nangong Xiyun wrapped her arms around Su Luo.

"Su Luo, I missed you."

All traces of her earlier coldness were gone, replaced by warmth and affection.

Su Luo sighed. "Did you have to make such a scene?"

"I was giving you a chance to assert your dominance."

Admittedly, it worked. His followers would likely worship him as a god now—escaping Nangong Xiyun’s grasp was legendary.

"Su Luo, I missed you~" Jiang Ningshu mimicked mockingly.

"What, jealous?" Nangong Xiyun clung to Su Luo, her expression smug.

"Jumping on him the moment you see him—how desperate."

"Envious, aren’t you?"

"Me? That’s laughable."

Su Luo took Little Yu’s hand and walked away, leaving the two to bicker.

If they wanted to fight, so be it—their strength was evenly matched anyway.

And sure enough, that night, Nangong Xiyun challenged Su Luo to another duel.

A one-on-one, no-holds-barred showdown.

Early in the morning, Nangong Xiyun, her face glowing with satisfaction, went to pick a fight with Jiang Ningshu.

"You're not interested in Su Luo, right? Better keep it that way."

Nangong Xiyun was conflicted—she didn’t want Jiang Ningshu to lay a finger on Su Luo, yet she couldn’t resist flaunting in front of her.

Jiang Ningshu, on the other hand, found Nangong Xiyun utterly childish.

What was there to envy? What was there to boast about?

She simply couldn’t comprehend it.

And so, they fell into yet another pointless argument.

Then, Little Yu also went to find Su Luo.

The moment Su Luo stepped out the door, she was dragged right back inside.

Little Yu didn’t say a word—she hadn’t planned to do this either.

But after seeing how proactive Nangong Xiyun had been, she felt she needed to take some initiative herself.

Jiang Ningshu: "......"

"Look what you’ve done—corrupting Little Yu. Normally, when others are around, she wouldn’t even approach Su Luo."

Sure, they usually slept together, but it was just that—sleeping, nothing more. Now, though, things were different.

"Ahem, it’s not really my fault. I just haven’t seen Su Luo in a while," Nangong Xiyun admitted, unusually awkward for once.

"Can’t you control yourself?"

"Sorry, but no, I can’t."

"Oh please, with your level of cultivation, you can’t control yourself? Who do you think you’re fooling?"

"Sigh, you wouldn’t understand even if I explained."

Her words and demeanor dripped with unmistakable superiority.

Jiang Ningshu was itching to throw a punch.

"Because of all your nonsense, Su Luo’s time is being wasted."

Jiang Ningshu was frustrated—after Nangong Xiyun, then Little Yu… during this stretch, she wouldn’t even get a chance to see Su Luo or talk to her.

"Ahem, there’s even more time-wasting to come," Nangong Xiyun murmured, her restless energy bubbling up again.

"What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’re planning to go again after Little Yu?"

Seriously? After Little Yu, you’re next again?

When will it be my turn? I still want to talk to Su Luo too.

Jiang Ningshu had had enough—they were really pushing their luck.