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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
