Oh, It's Su Luo

Li Siyi stepped forward. When she heard Su Luo's name, she had anticipated this scenario.

Fortunately, she had already prepared an explanation beforehand.

She hadn’t expected it to come in handy so soon.

"What Su Luo intends to do is gather the remaining demonic factions," she said.

"We all know that the Heavenly Demon Sect hasn’t been completely wiped out—there are still remnants. Su Luo doesn’t just plan to rally these survivors but also unite other demonic sects."

"By consolidating the demonic factions, we’ll have an easier time wiping them out in one fell swoop later."

Li Siyi kept her reasoning concise, sticking to the core idea. The less said, the fewer mistakes.

Hearing her words, the people in the room fell into thought before murmuring in agreement.

"That’s actually brilliant. Those demonic cultivators are cunning, hiding without a trace. But Su Luo’s plan could work."

"Exactly. If Su Luo becomes their leader, their movements will be transparent—completely under his control."

"Right, and any plans they have, Su Luo can openly execute them while we coordinate from the shadows. We’ll eradicate the demonic factions in no time."

"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!"

While completely annihilating the demonic factions might be impossible, eliminating most of them would bring a period of peace to the cultivation world.

It was a plan worth pursuing.

The sect master, listening to Li Siyi’s explanation, suddenly understood.

So that was the reasoning behind it.

A pang of guilt struck him—how could he have doubted Su Luo, even for a moment?

He really shouldn’t have.

A smile crept onto the sect master’s face.

He was getting old, unable to keep up with the younger generation’s bold thinking.

But he had to admit, this strategy was impressive.

"Very well," the sect master continued. "Su Luo’s identity must remain confidential. If any of you encounter him, cooperate with him discreetly."

The attendees nodded.

"Understood. We know what to do."

"Hah, who would’ve guessed Su Luo is actually on our side?"

"Our acting skills are top-notch. Su Luo might even start doubting if we’re serious."

The meeting room soon buzzed with cheerful chatter again.

Just thinking about it was thrilling. Most undercover agents would consider it a success just to avoid exposure.

But Su Luo? He was aiming for the top position.

Truly an audacious plan.

And the fact that he had the strength to pull it off made it all the more admirable.

As everyone continued discussing Su Luo, Li Siyi quietly slipped out of the room.

She stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Su Luo, you’re their hero now."

---

Su Luo and his group didn’t take long to reach the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

With their supreme cultivation, speed was no issue.

Before entering, Nangong Xiyun issued a warning: "Jiang Ningshu, no matter what happens inside the sect, don’t act out. Let me handle it. Understood?"

While most Seven Stars Sword Sect disciples were well-behaved, there were always a few reckless ones—especially the young and inexperienced.

Provoking Jiang Ningshu would be disastrous.

"Why single me out? Am I that unreliable?"

"Think about your past. I’m just worried you might lose control."

"Ridiculous. I may have been the Demon Lord, but I know my limits."

"Good. Then we’re agreed."

As their guide, Nangong Xiyun felt responsible.

Su Luo and Little Yu needed no warnings—they knew better.

Next came the disguises.

Su Luo simply wrapped bandages around his face, covering most of it. Unless someone could recognize him by his eyes alone, he’d be hard to identify.

Nangong Xiyun remarked, "Why not change your appearance? A bandaged man stands out, you know."

"I’m your guest. A little mystery fits the role, doesn’t it?"

"...Fair point."

Little Yu and Jiang Ningshu, however, underwent drastic transformations—but in the opposite direction.

Their original appearances would draw too much attention in the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

Now, they looked like ordinary women, easily lost in a crowd.

At the sect’s entrance, two guards stood vigil.

Nangong Xiyun flashed her token, striding in confidently with Su Luo and the others.

Even without it, the guards would’ve recognized her—but still...

"Elder Nangong, may I ask who these guests are?"

It was standard procedure to register visitors, but curiosity also played a part.

"My friends."

"Of course, of course."

The guards let them pass without further questions, though they couldn’t help but wonder.

Rumors had been circulating about Nangong Xiyun having a beloved.

Naturally, they were eager for a glimpse.

But their curiosity was quickly disappointed.

Among the trio—one man and two women—the women were obviously not candidates.

As for the man, his frail, bandaged appearance made him an unlikely match.

If he really was Nangong Xiyun’s love interest, the guards would sooner believe in divine treasures falling from the sky.

Still, were they truly her friends?

The gap in cultivation was noticeable, but prying further seemed unwise.

Nangong Xiyun led Su Luo and the others through the gates without issue.

They could’ve easily sneaked in unnoticed—especially with her guidance.

But she wanted Su Luo to enter through the main gate.

To her, it held special meaning.

One day, Su Luo would walk through these gates openly.

Besides, they were here to visit. Having a legitimate identity made sense.

Before long, they reached a lively area.

"The Seven Stars Sword Sect sure is bustling," Jiang Ningshu remarked, impressed.

The Heavenly Demon Sect had always been dreary by comparison.

Nangong Xiyun glanced over—ah, the entrance exams. No wonder it was so energetic.

Then it hit her: she was supposed to be overseeing this.

A flush crept up her cheeks.

Abandoning her duties to her disciples didn’t sit right.

"Ahem. Let’s keep moving," she said, trying to sound casual.

"Why? We came for the excitement," Jiang Ningshu teased, sensing her discomfort.

"It’s just a bunch of newcomers. Nothing interesting."

"Then why are you nervous?"

"I’m not."

"Prove it. Let’s go take a look."

After a brief silence, Nangong Xiyun reluctantly led them forward.

She could only hope Li Siyi hadn’t noticed her yet.

Of course, Li Siyi had already spotted them. A hint of resentment flickered in her eyes.

"Master, you’re back awfully late, don’t you think?"

Then her gaze landed on the bandaged figure.

Ah. Su Luo.