At the same time.
In the moonlit hotpot restaurant.
"You... are about to break through again?"
Li Mo quietly opened his eyes.
The swirling dual-colored inner energy cast an unusual glow over the girl's jade-like face, blending cold elegance with an eerie allure in perfect harmony.
Truth be told, he had sensed it coming these past few days—Ying Bing's inner energy had grown denser day by day.
He just hadn’t expected the breakthrough to arrive so soon.
Ying Bing opened her eyes and wordlessly gazed at him.
"......" Ying Bing.
"......" Li Mo.
Silence lingered between them.
The icy aura grew increasingly piercing.
In Li Mo’s perception, his inner energy could no longer maintain balance with Ying Bing’s.
Because the "ice block" had already begun condensing into liquid.
"Focus on your breakthrough."
Downstairs.
Zuo Qiuyang and Xiao Qin were startled by the commotion above.
"She..."
"Mn. Condensing into liquid."
Li Mo nodded.
"This..." Zuo Qiuyang’s lips parted slightly.
She’s only sixteen.
A bitter taste rose in Xiao Qin’s throat.
He had only just stabilized his inner energy at the Condensed Qi stage, still far from the threshold of the Jade Liquid stage.
And this was despite having a master’s guidance and consuming numerous energy-enhancing elixirs.
As for Junior Sister Ying Bing?
He’d barely even seen her train...
"Disciple, the gap between people can sometimes be wider than that between humans and dogs."
"The difference between you and the prodigies of Central Divine Province is the same as the difference between those prodigies and her."
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable seemed to have just snapped out of his thoughts, sighing with emotion.
Xiao Qin fell silent for a moment before turning his head:
"Brother Li... you..."
"I’ve also reached the peak of Condensed Qi."
Li Mo smiled faintly.
Since they cultivated together, their inner energies had to remain in balance—neither could lag too far behind.
So he had been deliberately holding back, accumulating investments.
Xiao Qin: "......"
Old Xiao was feeling a bit crushed.
When they first met, Junior Brother Li had only just opened his meridians. Now, he had already surpassed him.
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable comforted him in a solemn tone:
"When I first stepped onto the martial path, I too was no match for the prodigies of Central Divine Province."
"But if you can attain the supreme realm of the Thousand Forms Art after reaching the Observation Spirit stage, you may yet catch up to them."
"Mn!"
Xiao Qin shook off the frost gathering on his brows, his gaze firm once more.
He knew that the Thousand Forms Art his master spoke of was a divine technique.
Every divine technique held the power to seize the workings of heaven and earth.
Hum—
At that moment, a familiar energy field enveloped the area,
containing the surging cold tide within the hotpot restaurant.
It was Shang Wu.
With her intervention, Zuo Qiuyang and Xiao Qin finally found some relief.
The disturbances from the breakthrough were thus kept from leaking outside.
"At least the ingredients in the kitchen are safe now."
Zuo Qiuyang let out a sigh of relief.
Xiao Qin looked eastward and, after a moment of silence, said, "We probably won’t need to open tomorrow."
Li Mo nodded in agreement.
Zuo Qiuyang was puzzled at first,
but then, following Li Mo’s pointing finger, he saw fireworks erupting over the city, forming the iconic "Swallow Before the Hall"—the emblem of the Drizzle Pavilion.
The Endless Trial had concluded.
Tomorrow, they would head to Ling River Dock as agreed.
To kill the Laughing Maitreya.
With Ying Bing’s breakthrough, their swift assassination plan had gained another layer of assurance.
After discussing the specifics, the three dispersed to rest and make final preparations.
"Looks like I won’t be sleeping in my room tonight."
Li Mo shook his head and sat cross-legged on the floor.
His consciousness sank inward.
His dantian was now filled with crimson inner energy, its destructive aura reaching a critical point.
He attempted to liquefy his inner energy, just as Ying Bing had done.
A quarter of an hour later—
Boom—
Li Mo’s face flushed as he sucked in a sharp breath.
It had exploded.
Just now,
the condensed inner energy had detonated during compression, scattering back into its diffuse state.
His inner energy, bearing the purest essence of destruction, refused to coalesce into liquid.
Young Li fell into deep thought.
Ying Bing’s physique was fundamentally different from his—the path she took might not suit him.
There was no doubt that the martial art above divine techniques was anything but ordinary.
Yet ever since obtaining it, he had barely scratched the surface, only making the most rudimentary use of it.
This shouldn’t be the case.
[Twenty years of martial insights successfully injected.]
Having saved up for a long time, Young Li was now flush with resources.
He could afford to splurge.
[You recalled the vision the lotus petal had shown you. You pondered the origin of this martial art and finally realized: had it not been for dual cultivation with Ying Bing, you wouldn’t even have reached the peak of Condensed Qi.]
[Twenty years passed in an instant.]
[Yet the spark of enlightenment remained faint, only allowing you to vaguely discern the art’s name.]
[The Karmic Flame Red Lotus Sublime Art.]
"......Huh?"
"Twenty years for just this?"
Li Mo was speechless.
His comprehension of mental techniques wasn’t poor—certainly better than his swordsmanship.
Yet twenty years of effort, poured into this martial art, had only yielded its name.
This could only mean one thing:
The Karmic Flame Red Lotus Sublime Art was far too vast and profound.
Giving up halfway wasn’t an option.
He continued channeling martial insights like flowing water.
[Year 36: You finally understood that within that spark of enlightenment lay the principle of ‘extremity begets decline.’ Without a trace of vitality, how could the Karmic Flame Red Lotus ever take form?]
[Year 80: You exhausted your mental and physical strength, attempting to use absolute destruction to nurture that sliver of life.]
[Year 200: You succeeded at last. The lotus seed showed signs of sprouting.]
[Year 365: Your Karmic Flame Red Lotus Sublime Art reached the Entry level.]
Entry.
Li Mo’s remaining martial insights—a pitiful hundred years’ worth—had finally bought him entry into this art.
This could no longer be called a mere "martial art."
It was, without a doubt, an immortal technique.
Using absolute destruction to birth vitality and nurture the Karmic Flame Red Lotus.
"I wonder what it’ll be like when it reaches Perfection—or even the Transformed stage."
Young Li couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation.
But reason told him not to push further. Any more insights poured in now would barely make a ripple.
Quietly closing his eyes, he began refining the lotus seeds within his thirty-six primary meridians.
The wondrous sight of Heaven-Man Unity once again manifested around him.
In his room, Xiao Qin couldn’t help but open his eyes and look outside.
Thousand Forms Martial Venerable sighed and said something to him. Xiao Qin took a deep breath and resumed his training with even greater focus.
Upstairs.
The fluctuations from the breakthrough gradually subsided.
Ying Bing seemed both changed and unchanged—still that same ice-jade beauty.
She walked to the window, and the sight of the young man training entered her gaze.
The words that surfaced in her heart were the same ones Thousand Forms Martial Venerable had once spoken:
One day, when Li Mo reached the Inner Landscape, he would be formidable.
Those who achieved Heaven-Man Unity were all exceptional within the Inner Landscape.
Of course, this also depended on his accumulation during the Observation Spirit stage.
As for her, she walked a path that supplemented the observation of avian forms with the primary observation of the Grand Yin.
This was a path even the elders of Qingyuan Sect—and Shangguan Wencang—hadn’t anticipated.
Using the Nine-Colored Yuan Phoenix Soul to converge the Lunar Phoenix Deity of Grand Yin.
Naturally, this wasn’t a path she could complete before the next rankings.
To reclaim the top spot, she would have to rely on her superior cultivation level for now.
With the stage rewards of Emperor's Flowing Nectar, this should be achievable.
Three vials... surely she wouldn’t need that many?
"Is there any dish that can be made with Emperor's Elixir..."

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)

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”