Su Luo was moving at high speed and soon found Lin Xuan.
At this moment, Lin Xuan was leading a group of novice cultivators, guiding them through their training.
These youngsters clung to Lin Xuan, chatting and laughing with him, asking questions without a hint of hesitation.
It seemed they had been completely won over.
Lin Xuan, too, had begun to take on the demeanor of a mentor.
Su Luo prepared briefly before launching a direct attack.
Boom!
The youngsters were sent flying.
"Who's there?!" Lin Xuan scanned his surroundings warily while checking on the group.
Fortunately, none were in mortal danger.
Lin Xuan quickly tended to their injuries, all the while trying to discern the attacker’s identity.
But he couldn’t sense anything, filling him with unease.
Suddenly, a figure emerged, moving slowly and grotesquely like a zombie, its body covered in rotting flesh and shrouded in eerie black energy.
Even more horrifying was its two heads—one human, one beast—both wailing in agony.
Neither fully human nor fully beast.
"Su Luo!" Only then did Lin Xuan recognize the figure.
Though distorted, one of the heads unmistakably belonged to Su Luo.
"Why... why have you become like this?!" Lin Xuan shouted, his eyes blazing with fury, as if demanding, "Who did this to you?!"
The concern in his expression left Su Luo speechless.
I preferred it when you hated me.
Being twisted around by Li Siyi like this feels... off.
But Su Luo’s feelings toward Lin Xuan remained unchanged.
The resentment was still there, so when Su Luo struck, there was no mercy.
Tearing off chunks of rotting flesh, Su Luo hurled them at Lin Xuan.
The moment the flesh made contact, it corroded everything instantly, dissolving into nothingness.
The destructive power was terrifying. Lin Xuan dared not take the hits directly, using his sword to block instead. Within moments, the blade was ruined.
Lin Xuan’s swords were all of exceptional quality, but he paid no mind to that now. His focus was solely on Su Luo’s condition.
"Su Luo, what’s happened to you?"
"Three moves. I’m in a hurry."
Su Luo had no intention of dragging this out for days. A few exchanges would suffice.
Lin Xuan pondered the meaning behind Su Luo’s words.
Three full-powered strikes to snap Su Luo out of this state?
Fighting poison with poison?
Before Lin Xuan could finish thinking, Su Luo attacked again.
Lin Xuan hesitated no longer and unleashed his full strength.
"Hold on, Su Luo! I’ll purge the corruption from your body!"
A radiant halo manifested behind Lin Xuan, his spiritual energy dazzlingly bright.
Su Luo played along, pausing as if blinded by the light, giving Lin Xuan time to strike.
Lin Xuan gathered his power once more.
The halo expanded, its might escalating rapidly.
"Immortal’s Solar Halo Slash!"
Lin Xuan drove the colossal halo toward Su Luo.
The attack combined razor-sharp cutting force, scorching heat, and devastating explosions upon impact.
It was one of Lin Xuan’s trump cards.
Su Luo tore off the fabricated beast head and tossed it forward.
The massive halo warped upon colliding with the small head, then detonated violently.
Amid the explosion, the beast head continued its trajectory, striking Lin Xuan squarely.
Lin Xuan’s face twisted in agony as the impact shattered bones.
For a moment, he couldn’t even maintain flight, plummeting downward.
But he quickly regained control, flipping midair to land steadily.
Muttering an incantation, Lin Xuan summoned a sword forged from pure spiritual energy. His gaze turned icy.
Lin Xuan struck—a lightning-fast slash.
Su Luo reacted, oozing an unknown substance from its rotting body, rapidly reassembling itself.
Having lost one head, it now sprouted several elongated beastly necks, each crowned with grotesque heads.
The new appendages intercepted Lin Xuan’s blade effortlessly.
What began as Lin Xuan’s offensive soon turned into desperate defense.
The cold determination in Lin Xuan’s eyes flickered into clarity—this was the Immortal’s Unfettered Form, a technique that amplified all his abilities.
Yet even this wasn’t enough to match Su Luo.
What’s happened to you, Su Luo? How did you end up like this?
Lin Xuan made no mistakes, but Su Luo’s assault broke through regardless. The beast heads seized the moment, firing beams of spiritual energy.
Lin Xuan suffered another grievous wound, stabbing his sword into the ground as he coughed up blood.
Su Luo, you’re as formidable as ever.
But I’m not done yet.
Lin Xuan breathed rhythmically, and the world’s spiritual energy pulsed in sync.
The surrounding energy converged around him in a frenzy.
Raising his hands, Lin Xuan mimed gripping a sword.
The gathered energy coalesced into a colossal blade that pierced the heavens.
"Su Luo, this strike is beyond even my control. Don’t die on me."
Lin Xuan’s eyes widened as he roared with thunderous force.
"Ha!!!"
He clenched the hilt, veins bulging as every ounce of his strength poured into swinging the celestial sword.
The very space around them trembled under the overwhelming power.
"Immortal’s Heaven-Sundering Strike!"
The sword descended.
Its force could topple mountains and drain seas.
Su Luo glanced at it, then strode toward Lin Xuan without dodging.
The blade halted midair upon reaching Su Luo’s head, then began dissolving upon contact.
Step by step, Su Luo advanced, the sword disintegrating in its wake.
Lin Xuan, pouring everything into the attack, barely registered his surroundings, focused solely on driving the blade downward.
But no matter how hard he strained, the sword refused to budge.
By the time he noticed, Su Luo stood before him—and punched him square in the face.
The impact sent Lin Xuan flying, crashing through multiple mountain peaks.
The celestial sword, now unsupported, dissipated into nothingness.
Lin Xuan lay on the ground, overwhelmed by helplessness.
Su Luo’s current strength was terrifying.
But the thought of Su Luo’s monstrous form pained him even more.
Even if Su Luo was powerful, it shouldn’t have come at the cost of becoming... this.
Yet now, Lin Xuan couldn’t move.
He could do nothing!
His heart raged in silent fury.
No! This can’t be Su Luo’s fate!
With a surge of defiance, Lin Xuan blasted away the mountain pinning him down.
He would find Su Luo. He would restore Su Luo to normal.
But his fiery resolve was cut short.
Another punch from Su Luo slammed him back into the ground.
A barrage of energy spheres followed, leaving no room for counterattack.
Three moves were all you were promised. Your chance is over.
Since this was the final battle of the story, Su Luo held nothing back.
After what felt like an eternity, the assault ceased.
Lin Xuan lay broken, barely clinging to life—but alive.
Even now, he whispered, "Su... Luo..."
His eyelids grew heavy, yet he fought to keep them open.
Then, in a sudden moment, he saw Su Luo self-destruct. His eyes shot wide.
Yes. Su Luo exploded.
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!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?!
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.”
