Fighting Again

The Right Envoy had been defeated but not yet killed. He had long wanted to escape but hadn’t found the right opportunity.

Now, with many distracted by Lin Xuan’s breakthrough, the moment was perfect.

However, as he attempted to flee, three Mahayana-stage cultivators surrounded him. Yet, the Right Envoy employed a secret escape technique.

Despite the three Mahayana experts being vigilant, the Right Envoy still managed to slip through their encirclement.

Emboldened by his escape, he spat out threats, vowing revenge.

Just as he prepared to make his getaway, the West Extreme Demon Lord appeared behind him.

The Right Envoy was about to flee alongside the West Extreme Demon Lord when the latter suddenly struck him from behind.

Stunned, the Right Envoy could only watch as the West Extreme Demon Lord revealed his true identity—a top-ranked assassin of the Shadow Blades.

The West Extreme Demon Lord had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time and struck without hesitation.

The Right Envoy didn’t care about the West Extreme Demon Lord’s true allegiance. From the moment of the betrayal, their alliance was shattered. But in his current state, the Right Envoy could only focus on escaping.

Even the West Extreme Demon Lord was surprised—his supposedly fatal strike had failed to finish the Right Envoy off.

The Right Envoy truly escaped, leaving the West Extreme Demon Lord no chance to deliver a finishing blow.

No one had expected such a dramatic turn of events.

The West Extreme Demon Lord quickly retreated as well, knowing that his betrayal wouldn’t earn him any goodwill from the righteous faction.

And indeed, they had no intention of letting him go.

Though many wanted to pursue, Lin Xuan’s tribulation zone blocked their path. Anyone entering would be targeted by the heavenly tribulation, so only the three Mahayana experts gave chase.

However, the West Extreme Demon Lord had prepared for this. He summoned his superior—the leader of the Shadow Blades, the Shadow Ghost Emperor.

As the head of the Shadow Blades, the Shadow Ghost Emperor was not only a Mahayana-stage powerhouse but one of the strongest among them.

With his intervention, taking the West Extreme Demon Lord away was no issue.

The two key figures of the Earthly Fiend Sect had escaped, completely derailing their plans.

Still, there was good news—the Earthly Fiend Sect was effectively finished. In the end, Lin Xuan successfully overcame his tribulation and ascended to the Mahayana stage.

Su Luo closed the diary.

[Diary entry completed. Reward: Speed +2, Strength +4, Cultivation advancement by one level. Current cultivation: Tribulation Transcendence (Mid Stage).]

Looking at the rewards, Su Luo had nothing to complain about—his power had grown significantly once again.

After finishing the diary, he stepped outside to bask in the sun.

The affairs of the Earthly Fiend Sect no longer concerned him. It was time to return to his leisurely, carefree days.

Jiang Ningshu was already outside, soaking up the sunlight. She was even more of a slacker than Su Luo. When she saw him emerge, she remarked, "Your diary entries are getting lazier by the day."

"What do you mean? I write them very seriously."

"There’s no detail at all. And the Right Envoy’s fate was that miserable?"

Even the Right Envoy had been betrayed. He had planned to lay low for a while, only for disaster to strike.

His dream of becoming the top demonic overlord was now dust.

"So, want to go kick him while he’s down?" Su Luo suggested.

Though the Left Envoy had been the mastermind behind Jiang Ningshu’s removal from the Demon Lord’s seat, the Right Envoy hadn’t opposed it—making him complicit.

"Forget it. I’ve moved on. Besides, he’ll die sooner or later anyway. I can’t be bothered."

Jiang Ningshu picked up a bottle of chilled dew water and took a sip, completely unbothered by the Right Envoy’s fate.

It was as if the past no longer mattered.

Su Luo chuckled to himself. She might claim to have moved on, but he knew Jiang Ningshu well—if the Right Envoy ever showed his face in front of her, his fate would be nothing short of tragic.

The only reason he was still alive was because she couldn’t be bothered to hunt him down.

"What are you two talking about?" Nangong Xiyun approached and asked.

"A secret. One that belongs only to Su Luo and me." Jiang Ningshu grinned.

She still believed that sharing a diary was a far deeper connection than any physical bond.

Seeing Jiang Ningshu’s smug expression, Nangong Xiyun knew exactly what kind of secret it was. She wanted to say, "I have that secret too."

But she couldn’t.

"Come on, tell me," Nangong Xiyun pleaded, giving Su Luo a pitiful look.

She had learned to act coquettish, but the moment she did, she felt a little embarrassed.

If outsiders saw her like this, they’d doubt their own eyes.

Where was the cold, aloof Nangong Xiyun?

"Hmph, no matter how close we are, everyone deserves their own little secrets," Jiang Ningshu said, stopping Su Luo from speaking.

Su Luo actually agreed. "Yeah, some secrets are good to keep."

As time passed, Su Luo had grown less concerned about the diary’s existence. But he still didn’t feel like revealing it.

From the very beginning, he had decided to take the diary’s secret to his grave—no matter how close someone was to him.

He just hadn’t expected Jiang Ningshu to have a copy of his diary.

Hearing Su Luo side with her, Jiang Ningshu’s expression remained neutral, but inwardly, she was delighted. He had chosen to keep the secret from Nangong Xiyun—for her sake.

A faint smile tugged at her lips.

Nangong Xiyun wanted nothing more than to expose the truth and wipe that smug look off Jiang Ningshu’s face. But in the end, she held back.

"Fine, keep your secrets. Su Luo, let’s go make our own."

Nangong Xiyun reached out to pull Su Luo away, but Jiang Ningshu slapped her hand aside.

"Hold on. Why should he go with you? He just got here."

Jiang Ningshu wasn’t having it. They had been relaxing together, barely even talking, and now Nangong Xiyun wanted to whisk him away? Unacceptable.

"Hmph, isn’t this the perfect time for him to keep you company? While he’s in his ‘post-climax clarity’ phase?"

"Shut up." Jiang Ningshu didn’t know how to respond. If Su Luo was in that state, how could he possibly entertain her?

"Alright, how about this? Pretend I’m not here, and I’ll do my own thing."

With that, Nangong Xiyun coiled around Su Luo like a serpent.

Jiang Ningshu shoved her to the ground.

"I don’t want to keep seeing your indecent poses. It’s polluting my eyes."

"Talk all you want, but don’t lay hands on me."

"And what if I do?"

Their gazes locked, sparks flying between them.

Su Luo lay back peacefully. Taking sides would only show favoritism, so he left them to settle it themselves.

And settle it they did—soon, they were fighting.

The battle escalated, taking to the skies as their clashes grew more intense.

The entire Soul Return Valley began to panic.

"Not again… Those two powerhouses are fighting?"

"Hide, quick! If we get caught in the crossfire, we’ll be badly hurt!"

"You think hiding is that easy? Ugh, why can’t they just get along? Every time they fight, it’s us who suffer!"

The lower-ranked disciples didn’t understand the affairs of the mighty, but they knew one thing—when those two fought, the little guys paid the price.

Why didn’t the Demon Lord stop them? Could it be that even he was powerless against them?

The more they witnessed these clashes, the more the disciples of the New Heavenly Demon Sect speculated—those two seemed stronger than the Demon Lord himself.

But then again, if they were so powerful yet still followed him, perhaps the Demon Lord wasn’t entirely useless. Being able to live off their strength was a talent in itself.

But they didn’t have time to dwell on it—the battle was already reaching them. If they didn’t flee now, they’d be caught in the destruction.