Su Luo had no intention of intervening further—he was merely here to watch the show.
Of course, if anyone dared to lay a hand on Li Siyi again, death would be inevitable.
But who would dare? The vice-sect leader had been obliterated in an instant, and the members of the Earthly Fiend Sect were already scrambling to distance themselves from Li Siyi.
"Let someone else kill her if they can. It’s none of our business—we’re just weaklings here."
The Right Envoy’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected the vice-sect leader to be annihilated in a single move—so fast that he couldn’t even react in time to save him.
The power Su Luo had displayed also unsettled the Right Envoy.
Just moments ago, he’d thought victory was within reach. Now, it was clear—there was no chance.
But retreat wasn’t an option. Surrounded, he had no choice but to fight.
His plan was to quickly deal with the two Mahayana-stage cultivators and lead the Earthly Fiend Sect in breaking through the encirclement.
He was strong enough to severely injure Mahayana experts, but killing two of them? That was a different story.
No longer holding back, the Right Envoy unleashed his full strength against the two Mahayana opponents.
The two Mahayana cultivators felt the pressure instantly. Couldn’t he at least ramp up the intensity gradually? This sudden surge left them no time to adjust.
Still, their experience allowed them to hold their ground—for now.
Meanwhile, the West Extreme Demon Lord was toying with Lin Xuan. He knew killing Lin Xuan wouldn’t be easy, so he settled for stalling.
The vice-sect leader’s death had shocked him. How could someone be kicked to death just like that?
The sheer disparity in power was staggering.
Now wary, the West Extreme Demon Lord kept a close eye on Su Luo—he had no intention of being the next one to vanish under a single kick.
Lin Xuan, too, had noticed Su Luo’s effortless strike. As always, Su Luo’s strength was unfathomable.
But Lin Xuan refused to concede. He focused solely on his own battle.
The vice-sect leader’s death had shattered the Earthly Fiend Sect’s morale.
Yet, with death looming, there was no time for hesitation—only by fighting with everything they had could they hope to survive.
Their movements grew chaotic, like headless flies, unsure where to focus their assault.
After a while, the Earthly Fiend Sect began to lose ground.
Lin Xuan, however, was growing frustrated.
"West Extreme Demon Lord, are we fighting or not?"
It felt like the demon lord was mocking him, showing no real intent to engage.
The West Extreme Demon Lord dodged and weaved, never truly clashing with Lin Xuan.
"Hmph. This is my strategy. If you can’t catch me, that’s your own incompetence," he taunted, utterly at ease.
But the words struck a nerve.
Lin Xuan fell silent.
Can’t catch him?
Fine. He’d prove otherwise.
With a roar, Lin Xuan erupted, his body wreathed in violent white spiritual energy. His legs pulsed with overwhelming power.
The West Extreme Demon Lord’s expression tightened.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath. "Watch closely."
In an instant, he vanished.
The West Extreme Demon Lord moved too—but not fast enough. He was sent flying by a devastating impact.
Lin Xuan had concentrated all his strength into a single, blindingly fast dash.
The speed was so extreme that he couldn’t even strike mid-motion—he could only ram his body forward.
The collision wasn’t enough to defeat the West Extreme Demon Lord, or even inflict serious damage.
Still, the demon lord didn’t rise immediately. He was stalling, showing no urgency.
Lin Xuan wasn’t about to wait. He prepared his next attack—
But then—
"Lin Xuan! Over here—we need help!"
The two Mahayana cultivators battling the Right Envoy called out to him.
They were struggling, though not on the verge of defeat.
Their intent was clear: they wanted Lin Xuan to experience combat at the Mahayana level.
With his inheritance from an immortal, reaching Mahayana was only a matter of time.
Under their supervision, the Right Envoy would serve as Lin Xuan’s whetstone.
Lin Xuan didn’t hesitate. He had no fear of the Right Envoy’s strength.
Meanwhile, the West Extreme Demon Lord, under the Right Envoy’s glare, could no longer feign weakness. He scrambled to his feet.
His earlier act had been a ruse—pretending to be feeble, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But now, with two Mahayana experts watching him, he couldn’t engage Lin Xuan.
The battle shifted—Lin Xuan versus the Right Envoy.
At the same time, Li Siyi drew her sword.
"I’m joining the fight."
Her strategic commands had been issued. The remaining enemies were no longer a threat.
She wasn’t content just directing others.
"Good luck," Su Luo said simply.
He wouldn’t follow her onto the battlefield just because she was fighting.
"Then wait for me here."
Li Siyi didn’t press him. She unsheathed her immortal-grade sword and stepped into the fray.
Su Luo sat down, content to observe.
Li Siyi’s strength had only recently advanced from the Nascent Soul stage to the Void Refinement stage, and her foundation was still unstable.
But against the current forces of the Earthly Fiend Sect, it was enough. The stronger opponents already had their matchups.
Most of her targets were weaker than her.
To Su Luo, the scene was boring—and he didn’t hide it.
Yet, whenever a disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Sect faced mortal danger, a single glance from him triggered an explosion, saving their lives.
After all, he’d been treated well during his stay here. This was his way of repaying the favor.
The disciples, moments from death, found themselves inexplicably alive.
Some were confused, but others knew—it was Su Luo’s doing.
Gratitude swelled among them once more.
Lin Xuan and the Right Envoy’s battle reached its peak.
The Right Envoy had expected to crush Lin Xuan effortlessly, but the young man proved unexpectedly resilient.
Even after being worn down by the two Mahayana experts, how could a mere Void Refinement cultivator hold out this long?
The Right Envoy grew impatient—and his frustration only gave Lin Xuan more openings.
With a cold snort, the Right Envoy declared, "Impressive, for one with an immortal’s inheritance. But this ends now."
Lin Xuan felt an overwhelming pressure.
"Break!" the Right Envoy commanded.
A violent force twisted around Lin Xuan’s arm, threatening to snap it.
But it wasn’t enough.
With a surge of strength, Lin Xuan dispersed the energy.
The Right Envoy froze. That should have been sufficient.
Lin Xuan, though battered, smirked. "Is that all?"
The scene reminded the Right Envoy of Su Luo—his verbal decree spells had been useless against him too.
Enraged, he roared, "Kneel!"
Crushing gravity bore down on Lin Xuan.
Yet Lin Xuan didn’t budge. He stood tall, blood trickling from his lips.
"Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!"
The Right Envoy was fixated. Lin Xuan didn’t have to die—but he would kneel.
Lin Xuan’s body bowed slightly, but his knees never touched the ground.
Strangely, under the immense pressure, he felt something unexpected.
Not pain—but something indescribable.
He swore he wasn’t a masochist.
But this sensation... something was coming.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
【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.)
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
