It is well known.
The soup made by the Ice Block wasn’t just "soup with poison"—it was more like trying to find traces of soup in a bowl of pure poison.
Li Mo seriously doubted whether there was even any soup left in it.
"Can I... not drink it?"
"You’ve already been drinking it for two days."
Ying Bing frowned at him.
"...Two days?"
Li Mo’s mouth fell open.
"Elder Xue’s prescription: three bowls a day, for three days straight."
"Today is the last day."
Ying Bing gently lifted the spoon and brought it to Li Mo’s lips.
Shocking. The infamous Ice Block was actually capable of taking care of someone.
Thankfully, no one from his past life who had heard of her reputation was around—otherwise, they’d be clawing their own eyeballs out in disbelief.
Li Mo: "......"
Summoning his courage, he opened his mouth and drank. The taste was slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.
Now he finally understood how the faint traces of inner energy in his meridians had been recovering.
Turns out, it was the Ice Block feeding him.
So, she had been coming to take care of him every day recently?
The room suddenly fell into silence.
Outside the window, the intermittent chirping of summer cicadas could be heard, along with the sound of his mother vigorously shaking out the blankets and the splashing of water—likely his father watering the plants.
Every sound was crystal clear. In the past, Li Mo had always found these noises annoying, making it impossible for him to fall back asleep after midnight trips to the outhouse.
But after being away from home for so long, paired with the gentle clinking of the spoon against the porcelain bowl, it all felt strangely comforting.
The sunlight was nice too.
Amidst the hazy dust motes, every single one of Ying Bing’s eyelashes seemed to glisten, her eyes bright and lively, radiating an almost ethereal glow.
Li Mo wasn’t someone who had never seen beautiful sights before.
Yet, he couldn’t help but stare in a daze.
"Hand."
Ying Bing suddenly spoke.
"Oh, right."
Li Mo extended his hand.
Ying Bing took it, and as their inner energies intertwined and flowed between them, she steadily channeled hers into him, soothing his tangled meridians as usual.
While circulating her energy, she asked:
"How does it feel?"
"Soft."
Li Mo rubbed his fingers slightly and answered earnestly.
"?"
Ying Bing lifted her head, her gaze silently locking onto him.
Snapping out of it, Li Mo coughed lightly and corrected himself:
"I can barely manage to use 'Phoenix Cry Over Heavenly Marsh.'"
"Good."
And so.
After many days, the two happily resumed their mutually beneficial cultivation.
Outside the window, Li Dalong happened to pass by and, catching sight of the scene inside, immediately halted in his tracks.
"My son’s awake?"
Just as he was about to call out to his son, his mouth was swiftly covered by his wife, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. Gu Xueqin had even used her family’s secret lightness technique.
"You blockhead, are you stupid? Kids are shy about this sort of thing!"
"Right, right, my dear, you’re absolutely correct."
Li Dalong awkwardly shut his mouth, bending his knees slightly to peek inside with only half his head visible.
The two of them watched the scene unfold, their faces breaking into knowing, doting smiles.
Whether unconsciously or unable to hold back, they soon began whispering among themselves.
"This is so nice, hehe~"
"See, didn’t I tell you? Ever since they were little, I knew Bing’er would end up as our Li family’s daughter-in-law."
"Ah, yes, yes. I watched her grow up too."
"Mo’er has matured. When he was little, he kept pulling her hair—no amount of beatings could stop him."
"Going out to train and gain experience really helped him grow up."
"Bing’er is so strong now—she’s already at the Profound Core Realm. It’s a blessing she doesn’t look down on our son."
"Luckily, our son inherited my good looks. Ah, back in the day, I was the most handsome young man in ten villages..."
......
Li Mo: "......"
Seriously?
Mom, Dad, do you two really not consider me a martial artist at all?
To him, even the buzz of a mosquito flying past was as clear as day—his parents’ "whispers" might as well have been thunderous shouts.
And hey, she might have destiny on her side, but I’ve got cheats too! I’m not worse than the Ice Block!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! What’s the big deal about Profound Core? Just wait till I condense 365 of them!
Oh right.
If he could hear them, then what about the Ice Block...?
Li Mo glanced over and noticed that while the girl’s jade-like face remained calm, her glistening eyelashes trembled ever so slightly under the sunlight...
Ah, got it.
I’ll play along and pretend I didn’t hear anything~
Figuring it was about time, Li Mo coughed loudly.
"Where are Mom and Dad? I haven’t paid my respects since coming back."
"They..."
Ying Bing’s gaze drifted wordlessly toward the window for a moment before she withdrew her hand.
Soon after, footsteps approached.
"Son, we didn’t interrupt anything, did we?"
Li Dalong and his wife stepped inside.
Li Mo feigned surprise:
"What a coincidence! Mr. Li and the beautiful Ms. Gu—speak of the devil!"
"Your mother and I were just taking a stroll nearby. Yeah, just strolling."
Li Dalong declared with absolute conviction.
"Quite the coincidence, huh?"
"Couldn’t be more coincidental if we tried!"
The elder Li and the younger Li were now equally matched in their ability to spin tall tales. The two could probably perform a full two-hour comedy routine off the top of their heads.
"Are you feeling better? Elder Xue came by earlier to check on you."
Gu Xueqin sat beside him, carefully examining her son.
"A couple days of rest should do it."
What followed was the usual family exchange of pleasantries and concerns.
Li Mo took out the Earth Vein Spirit Milk and healing pills he had prepared in advance, giving his parents repeated instructions.
His father had always suffered from old injuries that had never fully healed, leaving him stuck at the Inner Breath Realm.
His mother had also weakened after giving birth to him and had never practiced martial arts since.
Touched as they were, the couple repeatedly reminded their son not to do anything illegal—like sneaking into the Qingyuan Sect’s treasury to steal.
The younger Li broke out in a cold sweat.
Their worries weren’t unfounded—as a kid, he’d once stolen money from home to buy popsicles and got a thorough beating for it.
Ying Bing had been quietly watching the whole time, an inexplicable sense of peace and ease settling in her heart.
As Li Mo would say—
Stealing a moment of leisure in a busy life?
[Ding—]
Right on cue, the system’s daily notification chimed.
[Next ranking comparison countdown: Seven days.]
This time, at least, there was no need to worry about suffering any penalties for losing.
Everything was finally falling into place.
She now possessed the Blood Phoenix Essence, the Radiant Phoenix Soul, and the True Phoenix Feather.
Not even the heirs of the Yantian Sect or the princes of the Great Yu Dynasty could boast such treasures at the Inner Breath Realm.
Even if he condensed a Profound Core, it wouldn’t affect her ranking.
The rewards for first place would undoubtedly be better than second.
But thinking this...
Ying Bing found it hard to feel as though she truly deserved it.
Because part of this achievement was thanks to him...
......
Another two days passed.
After waking up, Li Mo consumed the miraculous pills stored in his system space, recovering at an astonishing speed.
Just as he had expected.
Breaking through his limits had indeed provided him with the opportunity to advance.
He began preparing to condense his Profound Core.
Meanwhile, Ying Bing remained at home as usual, though every night was spent stabilizing her cultivation.
By now, her twin Profound Cores had reached perfect harmony, and the Blood Phoenix Essence had been fully integrated into her foundation.
On this day, just as she finished her training and the vast power of the Blood Phoenix Essence slowly receded, she opened her eyes to find Shangguan Wencang and several other Qingyuan Sect elders smiling at her.
"Twin Profound Cores, blessed with heaven-defying fortune."
"Upon returning to the sect, we shall select an auspicious day for you to enter the ancestral hall of the main peak."
Shangguan Wencang spoke with pride.
Ying Bing gave a slight nod, aware that their visit wasn’t just for this.
Qian Bufan stepped forward:
"Regarding the secret realm incident, we need to hear your account first."
Ying Bing and Li Mo were not together from start to finish.
Since Li Mo had yet to recover, Ying Bing's experiences naturally needed to be inquired about as well.
...
Typos will be corrected after updating, dear readers—if you spot any, please give me a nudge.

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.”

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?"