When Su Luo returned, Nangong Xiyun immediately clung to her, wrapping her entire body around Su Luo. Despite being nearly the same height, which made it awkward, she bent her legs and still managed to hang onto Su Luo.
"Did you have fun these past few days?"
Nangong Xiyun greedily inhaled Su Luo’s scent.
"Of course. You know me—I’m rarely ever unhappy."
"Ohoho, did Li Siyi make it hard for you to leave?"
"Why does that sound a little sour?"
"Does it? Why would I be jealous of a disciple? Though, you did stay longer than expected." Nangong Xiyun smiled, though it seemed slightly forced.
There was a hint of jealousy, but it wasn’t too bad. Seeing Su Luo again made all of it disappear.
"I just went to join in on the fun."
Su Luo recounted recent events, though none of it was particularly important. Still, Nangong Xiyun was happy to listen.
"Li Siyi’s status in the sect is almost catching up to yours."
Su Luo almost added that if Nangong Xiyun didn’t put in more effort, Li Siyi might surpass her in the Seven Stars Sword Sect. But remembering that she herself was a slacker, she held back.
Nangong Xiyun didn’t seem bothered. "I don’t care. I’ve always stayed hidden in the Cloud Peak, avoiding sect affairs. Nothing’s changed."
They chatted a little longer.
Nangong Xiyun whispered into Su Luo’s ear, "I missed you. You know what that means."
"Already?"
They hadn’t even talked that long.
"Of course. You know how much I crave you."
With a swift movement, Nangong Xiyun shifted positions—originally being held by Su Luo, she now held Su Luo instead.
"No objections allowed."
Nangong Xiyun pulled Su Luo into the room, and soon, shameless activities ensued.
Before long, Jiang Ningshu pushed the door open.
Without even looking up, Nangong Xiyun asked, "Want to join?"
"No."
Jiang Ningshu declined, feeling somewhat left out. She was the only one who hadn’t crossed that line with Su Luo.
"Are you scared? You’ve watched enough—you must’ve learned something by now."
"Just do your thing."
Nangong Xiyun focused again.
Jiang Ningshu had grown accustomed to Nangong Xiyun’s teasing and ignored it, finding a spot to sit nearby.
The scene was bizarre, but it had become routine.
Jiang Ningshu sometimes wondered—was this kind of thing truly enjoyable?
Judging by their expressions, it clearly was.
She had considered trying it herself, but ultimately dismissed the thought.
Her impulse wasn’t strong enough yet.
......
After the fall of the Earthly Fiend Sect, the righteous factions entered a brief period of rest, refraining from major actions.
After all, the Earthly Fiend Sect had been formidable, and dealing with them had taken a toll.
The main issue now was that the new Heavenly Demon Sect’s location remained unknown.
While there were no large-scale movements, smaller operations persisted.
Rogue demonic cultivators were ruthlessly hunted down.
For a time, the demonic path went into hiding, not daring to show their faces.
Meanwhile, the beast army was also making moves.
The Beast Lord had recovered from his injuries, growing even stronger, and immediately went into seclusion.
He was now attempting to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
Originally at the Great Perfection of the Mahayana realm, his acquisition of the Divine Beast’s bloodline made his breakthrough only a matter of time.
Now, the moment had arrived.
And his seclusion wouldn’t last long.
The Grand Priest knew that once the Beast Lord emerged, it would be time to crush humanity.
To that end, he had gone all out, gathering every last cultivation resource from the desolate lands.
No one in the beast army opposed this—even some tribal kings willingly contributed their own resources to the Grand Priest.
The Grand Priest then redistributed these resources, focusing on rapidly strengthening the beast army.
This was an all-or-nothing gamble.
If they failed to conquer humanity, the desolate lands would become even poorer.
Using up all their accumulated resources in one go required immense courage.
But the Grand Priest had already made up his mind.
This was a once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity.
He believed the Beast Lord, after his breakthrough, would lead them to victory.
......
In Soul Return Valley, after the Earthly Fiend Sect’s collapse, the new Heavenly Demon Sect became the last major refuge for demonic cultivators.
Feng Chengkai and Lei Shi continuously took in the remaining demonic practitioners, teaching them the Demonic God Scripture.
The valley grew more crowded by the day.
But entry was one-way—no one was allowed to leave.
Outside, demonic cultivators were being hunted relentlessly. The only reason the new Heavenly Demon Sect hadn’t been attacked yet was because its location remained hidden.
Once discovered, the righteous factions would immediately rally and strike.
Recent intelligence about the beast army was also concerning.
Though details were unclear, it was certain they were preparing for a major offensive.
Before that happened, the righteous factions aimed to eliminate the demonic tumor.
While suppressing the demonic path, the righteous factions also began consciously investing resources to nurture talent.
They were doing the same as the beast army.
Di Haoran took the lead, offering his own resources to those in need.
Of course, despite his example, human selfishness prevailed. Many only pretended to contribute, offering a pittance while lamenting their own hardships.
How much they kept for themselves was anyone’s guess.
Though everyone understood why leaving was forbidden, dissatisfaction still festered.
Some in the new Heavenly Demon Sect were growing restless.
Ever since following Su Luo, they felt imprisoned.
Yes, their strength had improved, but it was like being locked up.
They wanted to kill, to plunder, to see the terror on the faces of those who couldn’t resist them—these things brought them joy.
But after that brief moment of glory outside, they’d been confined again.
And it hadn’t even lasted long enough to satisfy them.
With these desires unfulfilled, resentment grew, and murmurs of complaint spread.
Today, Su Luo happened to appear before them, and they voiced their demands.
"Demon Lord, let’s charge out and fight!"
"With the Earthly Fiend Sect gone, we’re the only respectable demonic faction left. This is our chance to rise—we can’t let the righteous factions look down on us!"
"Demon Lord, lead us into battle!"
Their confidence stemmed from the effectiveness of the Demonic God Scripture.
Many who had been stuck at bottlenecks for years broke through quickly after practicing it, and their power continued to surge.
They were getting carried away—and their bloodlust demanded release.
Su Luo chuckled. "Fine. Get ready. We’re moving out."
She didn’t refuse.
They were stunned. They’d only been venting, not expecting to actually be allowed to leave.
Since when was the Demon Lord so accommodating?
But no matter—they were finally getting out.
"Ahhh!"
"Raaah!"
"We’re ready!"
Their blood boiled. Some even licked their blades, eager for the kill.
Su Luo nodded.
"Let’s go. The new Heavenly Demon Sect will make the demonic path feared across the land."
"We’ll show them—the demonic path isn’t dead. We’re still here!"
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?”
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?"
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."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
