While drinking beverages, Su Luo kept trying to strike up conversations, though he had already resigned himself to mostly talking to himself, not expecting Nangong Xiyun to be particularly chatty.
However, things turned out unexpectedly.
Nangong Xiyun wasn’t exactly talkative, but she at least responded.
This was strange, as the Nangong Xiyun Su Luo knew was someone who rarely spoke, especially when it came to trivial topics. She had always been aloof and cold.
But this time, it felt like she wanted to say more but was holding back, as if she had more to say but was restraining herself.
Maybe it was just an illusion.
Perhaps she had drunk too much.
Su Luo could only think of it that way.
Since they were mixing drinks, it was natural that alcohol was involved.
Su Luo had mixed them casually, using whatever ingredients were at hand.
Nangong Xiyun, too, drank whatever Su Luo gave her, regardless of the flavor.
The two of them spent the day leisurely, not discussing anything particularly important.
By dusk, Su Luo felt they had drunk enough, and it was time to call it a day.
At that moment, Nangong Xiyun suddenly slumped onto the table, her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks slightly flushed, her usually icy face now carrying a hint of something different.
Was she drunk?
“Nangong Peak Master?”
No response.
Su Luo cautiously poked Nangong Xiyun, but there was still no reaction.
Hmph, Su Luo sneered.
His first thought wasn’t that Nangong Xiyun was drunk.
Instead, he thought it was a test.
Using this to test a leader? What leader wouldn’t pass such a test!
In reality, Su Luo didn’t dare.
And getting caught in a trap would be embarrassing.
Su Luo stood up, ready to leave.
“You’re just going to leave me like this?” Nangong Xiyun remained slumped on the table.
“You’re Nangong Xiyun. Who could possibly harm you?”
“So you’re just going to leave me here?”
“What do you want? I don’t believe you’re drunk.”
“Hard to say. I never claimed to have a high alcohol tolerance.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll stay with you until you’re sober.”
Su Luo didn’t want to argue with her. What kind of cultivation level was she at to get drunk? He had only used ordinary spirit fruits and spirit wine, with no tricks up his sleeve.
“Hehe, Su Luo, you’re actually quite nice.”
Nangong Xiyun’s tone had softened considerably, losing its usual coldness.
She had accidentally let her true feelings slip. Back when she was Yun, it hadn’t been so obvious.
But now that she had returned to being Nangong Xiyun, she missed the days when she was Yun and spent time with Su Luo. It was completely different from the current situation, where they felt like strangers.
It made her happy.
Su Luo suddenly felt like it wasn’t Nangong Xiyun who was drunk, but himself, hallucinating.
“Hahaha, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Though he said that, Su Luo had to remind himself constantly that he hadn’t done anything to earn Nangong Xiyun’s favor. He shouldn’t fall for the three great illusions of life.
After that, neither of them spoke, but the silence was pleasant in its own way.
In the end, Su Luo and Nangong Xiyun went their separate ways.
By the time they parted, Su Luo still didn’t understand what Nangong Xiyun was up to, but he remembered that she seemed happy before she left. Probably.
Su Luo went back to his own affairs. After completing a couple more tasks, he would be ready to become a titled Heavenly Demon.
And each time, he coincidentally ran into Nangong Xiyun.
Su Luo eventually grew accustomed to it. Perhaps it was a case of familiarity breeding comfort, as he gradually let his guard down around Nangong Xiyun.
But soon, Su Luo realized how close he had come to being deceived by her.
She definitely had other motives. Su Luo, Su Luo, you mustn’t let your guard down.
Then, without any surprises, he completed the remaining tasks, slapping himself in the face metaphorically.
In a short span of time, Su Luo’s reputation spread throughout the cultivation world.
He successfully became a titled Heavenly Demon: the Shattering Sword Peak.
This title was given because Su Luo’s sword techniques were immensely powerful, often shattering the blade itself.
After achieving this, Su Luo immediately returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect.
“I’m back.”
“Su Luo, you’re back!” Little Yu was the first to rush over and hug Su Luo.
Then Yun also joined in, mimicking Little Yu and hugging Su Luo: “You’re back.”
Su Luo looked at Yun with confusion. “Why are you copying Little Yu?”
“Su, the Demon Seed, you really don’t know how to talk. I missed you too, you know.”
“I’m not a Demon Seed anymore. From today on, I’m officially a titled Heavenly Demon.”
“Right, so what should I call you? Su, the Titled Demon?”
“Whatever. You can still call me Su Luo.”
Su Luo didn’t care much about titles.
“No, as a subordinate, I can’t just call you by your name.”
“You’re really particular about this,” Su Luo remarked.
“You flatter me,” Yun replied with a smile.
Little Yu had already brought over a chair for Su Luo. “Su Luo, come and rest.”
“You know me well.”
Su Luo lazily reclined in the chair.
“Su Luo, Su Luo, what did you do out there?”
Little Yu was always curious about Su Luo’s adventures.
Su Luo told her about his experiences, including his encounters with Nangong Xiyun.
Little Yu didn’t seem to understand.
Yun, however, smirked and said, “Su, the Titled Demon, you’re not joking, are you? Nangong Xiyun is a big shot from the Seven Stars Sword Sect. How could she not take action against you?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“How would I know?”
And so, it remained an unsolved mystery.
......
After becoming a titled Heavenly Demon, Su Luo gained access to the Supreme Tower.
As soon as he entered, he was met with an overwhelming aura of power. Everyone here was a titled Heavenly Demon, so it was no surprise.
Of course, this was nothing to Su Luo now.
“Looks like you’re all welcoming this newcomer,” Su Luo said as he strode in, ignoring their attempts to intimidate him.
“Hehe, no one dares to underestimate you now, Su Luo,” Hu Yirong remarked elegantly from her seat.
“That’s not necessarily true. I haven’t seen his strength for myself,” Golden Tiger King Du Ming said with a grin.
“Hey, hey, don’t underestimate him. Remember what happened to Yin Youming,” Mo Long, Tian Wu Qing, chimed in with a sly smile, though he didn’t seem particularly afraid of Su Luo, more like he was teasing.
“That’s why I didn’t want to come here. Can’t we all just get along and be friendly?” Su Luo continued walking forward.
He stopped in front of Du Ming.
Du Ming laughed. “This is the first time I’ve heard about being friendly. Can you teach me how to be friendly? Hahaha...”
Su Luo grabbed Du Ming’s head with one hand, slammed him to the ground, and then pushed him out the door like a bowling ball, leaving a long crack in the floor.
“There, that’s how you be friendly.”
Golden Tiger King Du Ming was furious, assuming a tiger pounce stance.
Su Luo casually took out Yin Youming’s life-bound Nether Flame. If Du Ming dared to pounce, he would be burned to ashes instantly.
“As expected of the former Demon Seed. You’ve got strength.”
At the sound of this voice, everyone in the room fell silent, including Du Ming, who abandoned his aggressive stance.
Su Luo also put away the Nether Flame.
The person who had arrived was none other than the master of the Supreme Tower, Du Mu Zhou, whose title was simply the Supreme Tower Lord.