The people in the Soul Return Valley were undoubtedly afraid of Su Luo, and their resentment toward him had gradually faded. However, they had no fear of others, and many had been stuck in the valley for quite some time, growing increasingly bored.
They wanted to go out, pillage, and find some excitement.
But they couldn’t leave.
Some began attempting to break Su Luo’s formations—after all, Su Luo had never forbidden them from trying.
Yet it was useless. Every attempt ended in failure.
To alleviate their boredom, some had already turned their malice toward their own companions.
"Provoke me? You must have a death wish."
"Indeed, I do. Will you grant it?"
"Arrogant. You’re in no position to act so high and mighty here."
Most of them came from different backgrounds, so conflicts were inevitable.
Similar incidents had happened far too often. If they were lucky, the loser would only be injured. If not, death was the outcome.
And Su Luo didn’t intervene. He hadn’t appointed anyone to maintain order, so they realized there were no consequences for their actions.
Thus, chaos only grew worse.
At this moment, Su Luo was leisurely reclining on a lounge chair.
No one dared disturb him here. Even the slightest noise near his quarters would bring misfortune.
Little Yu was diligently cultivating, aware that she still had a long way to go—especially compared to Jiang Ningshu.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ningshu lay beside Su Luo, also lounging.
Previously, they each had their own chair, but now only one remained.
Jiang Ningshu had grown accustomed to sticking close to Su Luo, though their closeness never went beyond that.
"Are you really fine with leaving them unchecked like this?"
Even Jiang Ningshu felt they would eventually rebel. But wasn’t Su Luo relying on them?
"You’re right. I’ll give them something to do soon."
Su Luo certainly wouldn’t let them kill each other off. He wasn’t running some survival-of-the-fittest experiment.
He just hadn’t bothered dealing with them yet.
"So, are we just going to spend our days like this?" Jiang Ningshu asked.
The Soul Return Valley had little to offer. In the past, Jiang Ningshu could have easily passed the time.
But with Su Luo around, she felt they should explore new places and seek out some excitement.
"Things are about to get busy," Su Luo said, glancing at the sky. "Speak of the devil."
Suddenly, the forest erupted in chaos. The thunderous sound of massive footsteps shook the earth, accompanied by the roars of countless beasts.
In an instant, the entire valley trembled.
"What’s happening?"
Through her senses, Jiang Ningshu detected the frenzied movements of beasts outside, all surging toward a single direction.
A small-scale beast tide had formed.
Of course, Su Luo’s area was the only inhabited part of the valley, protected by formations. The beast tide posed no threat here.
Su Luo explained, "The Beast Lord has broken through, awakening his ancient demon-god bloodline. The beasts are paying homage."
"Isn’t that bad news?"
The Beast Lord resided in the desolate lands far to the north. If his breakthrough could be sensed even here, the implications were terrifying.
Of course, Jiang Ningshu only considered it "bad" for others. To her, it was hardly a concern.
At her peak, the Beast Lord might not even be her match.
But the Beast Lord commanded an army of beasts, while Jiang Ningshu had few allies by her side.
"Indeed, it’s bad—but only temporarily." Su Luo remained entirely unruffled.
He knew that, in the end, Lin Xuan would lead humanity to victory.
"So we do nothing?"
"Oh, we will. We’re heading north again."
"North? Fine by me."
"But before that, there’s one thing to take care of."
Meanwhile, the others in the valley also sensed the disturbance outside.
The beasts were in turmoil.
"What’s going on? Did the Demon Lord cause this?"
"Not sure. Doesn’t seem like a good sign."
"Maybe the Demon Lord is herding the beasts in for us to play with?"
Speculations ran wild, but all were wrong. Their strength was insufficient to detect the Beast Lord’s breakthrough.
The next moment, Su Luo appeared before them.
"Time won’t wait for us. We must further elevate our cultivation."
Su Luo wasted no words, tossing down a scripture titled Demon God Scripture.
The crowd stared in confusion. What kind of technique was this? It looked extraordinary.
Su Luo explained, "This is a powerful auxiliary technique from the Demon God’s legacy. Cultivating it will greatly enhance the effects of your demonic arts."
"Next, the beast tide will keep the righteous factions occupied. We’ll use this opportunity to train harder. Once they’ve dealt with the beasts, it will be our time to rise."
As Su Luo finished speaking, cheers erupted below.
"Good! No problem!"
"We’ll give it our all!"
"Demon Lord! We follow your command without question!"
Truthfully, they didn’t fully grasp the situation—what beast tide? What was this Demon God Scripture? Was it even useful?
But they had learned one thing since arriving here: no matter what Su Luo said, they would cheer. Unwavering support was mandatory.
The consequences of dissent were too dire.
After their cheers, they began attempting to cultivate the Demon God Scripture.
Soon, those with higher aptitude discovered its benefits. It truly accelerated the circulation of their demonic energy, boosting their cultivation speed.
Their efficiency more than doubled.
Moreover, when executing techniques, the scripture not only sped up their attacks but also drastically reduced demonic energy consumption.
There were many other advantages, all tailored to demonic cultivation.
Incredible!
The Demon God Scripture was a treasure!
They looked at Su Luo with gratitude.
To share such a technique so generously—they now declared themselves willing followers of Su Luo. Anyone who dared speak ill of him would face death.
"Demon Lord! Demon Lord! Demon Lord!"
More and more voices chanted his name.
All prior grievances vanished in an instant.
What complaint could outweigh the gift of this scripture?
Su Luo nodded at their satisfaction, yet a faint, eerie smile played on his lips.
Would they still be so joyous if they knew the true nature of the Demon God Scripture?
This was no benevolent gift. It was merely a supplementary technique for the Demon God Absorption Art.
Those who cultivated the Demon God Absorption Art could freely drain the cultivation of those who practiced the Demon God Scripture.
Yes, that was the setup.
The longer one cultivated the scripture, the more energy could be harvested.
So who cultivated the Demon God Absorption Art?
In the original storyline, it was Su Luo.
Thus, this group was nothing more than his reserve stock—tools prepared for his eventual rematch with Lin Xuan.
Without such ruthless methods, how could Su Luo, with his innate limitations, ever hope to catch up to Lin Xuan?
Though in this life, Su Luo had no intention of practicing the Demon God Absorption Art, the scripture still gave him leverage over these people.
Then again, his current strength was already enough to deal with them. The scripture was hardly necessary.
Well, giving them something to cultivate would at least keep them in line.
After all, he had a journey north ahead of him.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
