Xiao Yu's Slogan

Time passed little by little, and Little Yu's journey through the Pure Martial Tower was going smoothly.

At first, she and Lin Xuan were climbing at a similar pace, but after passing the 60th floor, Little Yu began to pull ahead.

The more she fought, the more fluid her movements became. The lack of practical combat experience she had before was quickly being filled in.

A week later, she surpassed the previous top contender, Xie Feiran.

However, Little Yu didn’t make any grand declarations. Instead, she continued her challenge, aiming for the very top.

Since she hadn’t made any declarations, the tower's slogan remained unchanged. It would only update once Little Yu submitted her own.

Meanwhile, Xie Feiran, who had been the previous top contender, was now on the receiving end of the same taunts he had once dished out.

“Ohoho, isn’t this Xie Feiran? Haven’t seen you in a few days. How’s it feel to be second place now?”

“Your old slogan still fits, doesn’t it? Just a few more floors—aren’t you going to catch up?”

Xie Feiran could only sigh. “Catch up? With my life on the line? If she were just one floor ahead, I’d try. But she’s already reached the 90th floor in just a few days. What can I do?”

“I admit defeat. The sect master’s disciple is simply stronger,” Xie Feiran said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

But that’s what he said out loud.

Deep down, his pride as the long-reigning top contender wouldn’t let him accept defeat so easily. So, he secretly climbed the tower at night.

He refused to give up. He was determined to prove himself.

He believed that no one had been able to surpass him before, so he hadn’t felt any pressure to improve. But now, he saw an opportunity to grow.

After pulling an all-nighter, Xie Feiran finally broke through his limits and climbed one more floor.

This was the strength of the former number one. The Pure Martial Tower would eventually be conquered by him.

Xie Feiran spread his arms wide, feeling a sense of euphoria as he broke through another floor. He felt like he could see the light of hope.

And then Lin Xuan overtook him.

What the hell?

Xie Feiran had never imagined that his own slogan would come back to mock him. Why were all these monsters appearing at once?

At that moment, he truly came to terms with himself—or rather, he was forced to.

But the crowd’s attention was no longer on him. Someone else had become the center of attention.

Little Yu had climbed yet another floor.

......

Some time later, on the 24th night of Little Yu’s challenge in the Pure Martial Tower, she reached the 100th floor, ready for the final challenge.

The sky was dark, but a crowd had gathered outside the tower.

“No way, someone actually reached the 100th floor?”

“The last time someone achieved this was Peak Master Nan Gong, and that was centuries ago.”

“She’s only been in the sect for a short time, hasn’t she? This is insane.”

“Yeah, I heard there’s another newcomer, Lin Xuan, who’s already reached the 95th floor.”

“This is terrifying. Turns out, we’re the weakest generation.”

This day was destined to be one of great attention.

Since entering the Pure Martial Tower, Little Yu had only used one technique: Seven Stars Unification.

It was the only technique she knew, and the sect master had taught it to her first due to her extraordinary talent.

But it was more than enough. With this single technique, she had breezed through the tower.

The reason she slowed down in the middle was because she was holding back. Little Yu wanted to observe the combat techniques of the puppets on different floors, especially in the higher levels where their moves were exceptionally refined.

This allowed her to accumulate combat experience and better utilize Seven Stars Unification.

When she reached the 100th-floor puppet, which was supposed to be the most difficult, it turned out to be different from what she had imagined.

After a few exchanges, Little Yu even felt that it wasn’t as challenging as the puppet she faced on the 90th floor for the first time.

This was because Little Yu had already accumulated enough experience.

There was no need to hold back anymore.

Little Yu pointed her sword at the puppet, her aura calm but radiating an intense danger.

Seven Stars Unification!

Little Yu unleashed her full power.

This time, her Seven Stars Unification was more powerful than ever before.

After accumulating experience through 100 floors, Little Yu had begun to transform.

With a single strike, she defeated the 100th-floor puppet.

......

At the moment Little Yu destroyed the puppet, the Pure Martial Tower’s administrator made an announcement to the outside world.

Little Yu had broken through the top floor and successfully reached the summit!

“What the hell? That was so fast!”

“No way, I just got here, and it’s already over?”

“I never thought I’d live to see something like this.”

Little Yu emerged from the tower, and the crowd erupted in cheers. She had reached the top!

Anyone who had entered the Pure Martial Tower knew just how ridiculously difficult the puppets were, relying solely on martial techniques.

“I’m so moved. I’ve always hated those puppets. Now that someone’s beaten them all, it feels like my dream has come true.”

“I don’t even know how she did it. The 70th floor was already a nightmare.”

“As expected of the sect master’s disciple. She’s on a whole different level.”

“She’s so strong, unbelievably strong.”

Little Yu ignored the praises from the crowd and ran off.

She quickly arrived at Su Luo’s residence, where he was still lazing around.

“Su Luo, I want to show you something.”

“Huh?”

Before he could react, Little Yu dragged him away.

Su Luo had no idea what Little Yu was up to.

“Why are we here?”

Little Yu brought Su Luo to a small hilltop, an ordinary spot that could be found anywhere.

“Wait,” Little Yu said, checking the time. It should be about right.

“Look!”

Outside the Pure Martial Tower, the previous slogan had disappeared, and a new one began to form.

The entire tower lit up, shining brilliantly and instantly capturing the attention of everyone nearby.

The light condensed, forming words that came together into a slogan, glowing brightly in the night sky.

“Su Luo is the strongest.”

Seeing these words, Su Luo couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Half of it was because he couldn’t hold it in. Even if Little Yu had written, “Little Yu is the strongest,” it would have made sense. But for someone who had only reached the 14th floor to be called the strongest by someone who had conquered the 100th floor? It was too absurd.

The other half was because this was Little Yu’s way of surprising him.

He had wondered what slogan Little Yu would leave, but he never expected this.

It was rare for Little Yu to prepare such a surprise, and Su Luo couldn’t help but be amused.

However, Little Yu might not have considered the consequences.

With this declaration, Su Luo became even more of a joke.

Given Su Luo’s reputation and achievements in the sect, how could he possibly live up to being called the strongest by someone who had conquered the 100th floor?

Su Luo could already foresee his reputation taking another hit. People might even spit as they passed him by.

But he didn’t care.

“Thank you, Little Yu. I’m really happy.”

“Su Luo, no matter what others think of you, you’re the strongest to me.”

“Are you trying to comfort me?”

Su Luo thought that Little Yu was trying to cheer him up after the taunts he had received in the Pure Martial Tower.

“No, the Su Luo I know has always been strong. I’m just telling the truth.”

“Don’t say that. I’m just an ordinary person. You’re being too idealistic.”

“No, I know what I’m saying.”

This was something Little Yu was certain of. Without realizing it, she had spent a lot of time with Su Luo, and she had seen many things that others hadn’t.

Su Luo shook his head.

“Well, today you’ve conquered the 100th floor. You’re a big shot now. Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”

Little Yu blushed. “I... I’m not a big shot.”

“If possible, let’s just take a walk together.”

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