The Demon Sealing Tower was located in a basin, shielded by surrounding mountains—a rather remote place.
Ten floors were visible above ground, but there were twenty more hidden beneath.
The upper ten floors were merely for show; the real demons and beasts were imprisoned below.
The deeper one descended, the more powerful the creatures locked away.
However, after enduring endless torment, even the mightiest among them could no longer break free from the tower.
The Shadow Sect would never give them the chance.
Su Luo arrived with the New Heavenly Demon Sect.
Standing atop a high mountain, he pointed at the Demon Sealing Tower and declared, "Our target is there. Release all the imprisoned beasts."
"Understood."
The members of the New Heavenly Demon Sect had mostly recovered from their injuries—they were ready.
At Su Luo's command, they charged forward and launched their assault.
The Shadow Sect reacted swiftly, activating defensive formations and mobilizing their forces.
The two sides clashed.
Su Luo, however, strolled leisurely forward, his path cleared by his subordinates—no need for him to lift a finger.
Little Yu stood guard in front of him, while Nangong Xiyun and Jiang Ningshu, both cloaked in black robes, flanked him from behind.
This was the kind of entourage befitting a Demon Lord.
The Shadow Sect soon buckled under the pressure, and the Heavenly Demon Sect broke into the tower.
Having cultivated the Demon God Scripture, these warriors had grown far stronger—this insignificant tower was nothing to them.
Had the entire Shadow Sect mobilized, things might have been trickier.
Su Luo and his group entered the tower, though they had no need to intervene—their followers handled everything.
Inside, the Heavenly Demon Sect slaughtered Shadow Sect members, unlocked the cages, and pressed deeper into the lower levels.
Su Luo waited on the first floor.
Nangong Xiyun teased, "These black robes of ours are practically turning us into Left and Right Protectors."
"Can we pick a different title? That one doesn’t sound great," Jiang Ningshu muttered, recalling unpleasant associations.
"Not much choice. We haven’t revealed our identities or names."
Since they often stood by Su Luo’s side and wielded formidable power, the others naturally revered them—and bestowed titles accordingly.
"If they must call us something, just 'Black-Cloaked Lords' will do," Jiang Ningshu suggested.
Su Luo chuckled. "But there are two of you."
"Then we’ll just kick out this righteous cultivator here."
"Hmph, I’ll leave when I want to. Or I could just switch to a red robe." With that, Nangong Xiyun actually conjured a crimson cloak.
As they bantered, a spell blasted several Heavenly Demon Sect members aside.
A man stepped forward to confront Su Luo.
Wang Duanqiao—the highest-ranking overseer of the Shadow Sect’s Demon Sealing Tower.
At first, he was baffled. Why would the New Heavenly Demon Sect attack them?
They had never provoked these people.
But one thing was certain—he couldn’t let them run amok.
So here he stood.
His opening words were sharp.
"You’ve got some nerve. We’re the Shadow Sect—why are you attacking us?"
The Shadow Sect was a renowned assassination organization. He saw no reason to grovel before some upstart demonic faction.
If it were the original Heavenly Demon Sect, maybe he’d show some deference.
"I’m releasing all the beasts here."
"Impossible! We went to great lengths to capture them. You think we’ll just hand them over because you said so?"
Wang Duanqiao refused without hesitation.
Besides, what reason did Su Luo have to free these creatures?
Negotiations failed. Su Luo wasted no more words and ordered his sect to proceed.
"You think you can just ignore us?!"
Wang Duanqiao erupted, his demonic energy surging violently. He was a mid-stage Void Refinement expert.
Oh. Just mid-stage Void Refinement.
"Who’s taking him?" Jiang Ningshu asked.
"Can I just obliterate him?" Nangong Xiyun said casually.
"I’ll do it," Little Yu volunteered.
"Or me," Su Luo offered. It would take no effort.
Not a single one of them regarded Wang Duanqiao as a threat.
His face darkened. "I’m a Void Refinement cultivator! Show some respect!"
He attacked instantly, hurling a dozen black spikes—forged from rare materials, these projectiles could pierce anything.
Once, he had ambushed and killed a fellow Void Refinement expert with a single strike.
A feat he bragged about endlessly.
But before the spikes reached their targets, they twisted, warped, and clattered uselessly to the ground.
In the end, Little Yu stepped forward.
She couldn’t one-shot him, but she suppressed Wang Duanqiao effortlessly.
Soon, he lay dead.
Su Luo and the others resumed their idle chatter while waiting for their subordinates to finish the job.
Beasts fled the tower in droves, though some turned on their liberators.
The Heavenly Demon Sect, however, was no pushover.
They offered freedom—if the beasts refused and attacked, death was the answer.
Deep underground, the remaining Shadow Sect forces made a desperate last stand.
They knew their enemies were strong, but they had one final card to play.
"Behold our latest creation—Demon Qi Pills!"
Dozens of Shadow Sect members swallowed the pills, transforming into frenzied, half-beast monstrosities.
But to the Heavenly Demon Sect, this was child’s play. Their overall strength far surpassed the Shadow Sect’s.
Soon, the entire Demon Sealing Tower was liberated.
Su Luo had barely lifted a finger.
This place wasn’t even a challenge.
The freed beasts scattered—some rampaged against humans, others fled outright. The Heavenly Demon Sect didn’t stop them.
The most powerful prisoner, the Water Ape King, had been locked in the deepest level.
A late-stage Void Refinement beast, he was also the one who had devised the Demon Qi Pills.
Tortured beyond recognition, his eyes still burned with fury.
He stormed up to the first floor, seeking the man he hated most.
Only to find Wang Duanqiao already dead.
He roared—whether in satisfaction or rage, no one could tell.
Then he turned his wrath on Su Luo.
He wanted all humans dead.
"Scram."
Su Luo kicked him flying.
With that, the Demon Sealing Tower affair concluded.
Next, they would head to the Earthly Fiend Sect to retrieve someone.
The Water Ape King crashed outside, too battered to rise.
Other freed beasts carried him away.
But they didn’t get far.
Li Siyi and her Seven Stars Sword Sect disciples surrounded them.
Few of the escaped beasts managed to slip past.
"You’re not leaving yet," Li Siyi said.
The creatures, already grievously wounded, resisted—but to no avail. The Seven Stars Sword Sect’s forces were formidable.
They subdued the beasts swiftly.
Li Siyi wanted to prevent them from harming innocents, but she also didn’t wish to disrupt Su Luo’s plans.
So, she took control of the situation.
A compromise that left no one entirely dissatisfied.

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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?!

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”