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.
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?”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
