As the general outline appeared in his mind, Li Mo froze in place.
He felt as though he had been transported into a graveyard of weapons.
Blades, spears, swords, halberds—countless ordinary weapons lay scattered about, yet some carried such a lingering, ominous aura that even he felt a chill in his heart.
Among them sat a man clad in coarse linen, his face obscured, surrounded by countless sword marks.
The fluctuations of primordial energy around him were faint, almost imperceptible.
He gazed at the heavens, as if sensing something.
Hum—
A wooden sword appeared in his hand, causing every blade in the graveyard to resonate in response, like fish darting through the void.
He swung the sword toward the sky, and his withered body erupted with an unparalleled sword intent—as if drawing a divine blade from an unremarkable sheath.
One sword became nine, became ten thousand, became something beyond mere swordsmanship.
The void shattered.
Li Mo felt his mind tremble violently, as if pulled by an unseen force.
That glint of cold steel seemed to pierce through endless time and space, striking him from afar.
Unavoidable. Unblockable. Every variation, every possibility, contained within.
In the depths of his consciousness, the general outline flowed through him.
"Return to the maiden, approach the unerring; the unerring approaches the fellowship; the fellowship approaches the abundance; the first shifts to the third, the third to the seventh..."
"Haah..."
Li Mo's head throbbed with pain.
The system had already presented the essence to him in the gentlest way possible, yet the mental burden was still immense.
Had he not yet reached the Insight Realm, he likely would have lost consciousness, just as he had when receiving the Crimson Lotus Art of Karmic Flames.
The Nine Swords of Dugu embodied the pinnacle of variation and transformation.
Its profundity could no longer be called mere swordsmanship—it was a principle, expressed through the medium of the sword.
No wonder it had no rank.
The martial evaluation system of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths simply couldn't measure it!
"I wonder if my martial insights will be enough to burn through..."
For the first time, Li Mo felt uncertain.
Despite possessing seven hundred and eighty years' worth of martial insights, he suddenly felt... poor.
But.
For a young dreamer like Li Mo, who yearned to become a swordsman, the Nine Swords of Dugu was nothing short of a dream come true.
Yet the greatest challenge of this martial art lay in a single word:
Comprehension!
Now that it lay before him, he couldn’t just stand there and stare.
"Is the ice block awake yet?"
Whenever Li Mo practiced swordsmanship with the "ice block," he could save a considerable amount of martial insight.
......
Next room.
Seated atop a bed of Cold Marrow Jade, Ying Bing sat cross-legged, continuously refining her spiritual will with the essence of the Lunar Yin.
Within the newly opened acupoint in her body,
a crystalline figurine, carved as if from glass, shimmered brilliantly.
As the Lunar Yin energy circulated and her focus deepened, divine patterns on the figurine began to take shape.
Alongside the Lunar Yin patterns, traces resembling avian creatures flickered in and out with each breath of energy.
This process had lasted the entire night.
After a moment, Ying Bing opened her eyes, about to rise—only to see illusory words hovering before her.
[You have an unclaimed reward: Grade D-Lower.]
Ying Bing prepared to ignore it.
After last time, she had no desire to...
Suddenly—
[YOU! HAVE! AN! UNCLAIMED! GRADE! D-LOWER! REWARD!!!!]
The system’s words, as if afraid she might miss them, enlarged tenfold.
Ying Bing: ".....No need."
[Detected the word 'need' in the host's response.]
[Reward distribution in progress....]
Ying Bing grew increasingly certain that the system’s rewards were anything but good.
Fine. Let it be.
This time, no matter what it was, she would simply disregard it.
[This Grade D-Lower reward is:]
The privilege to strike Li Mo’s hand with your buttocks.
Ying Bing: "?"
At the sight of this so-called "reward," the corner of her striking phoenix-like eyes twitched.
You call this... a reward?
The cold, dignified Empress of the Phoenix Heaven was struggling to maintain her composure.
If the system had a physical form,
it would have already been reduced to dust by her sword.
"If I don’t do it, the reward doesn’t exist."
Ying Bing smoothed her brows.
She had long lost interest in the system’s evaluation rewards.
Because none of them were proper!
The ranking rewards were enough.
Just then—
Knock knock—
"Hey, ice block, you awake?"
"Time for sword practice."
Li Mo’s voice came from outside.
Right.
After obtaining the Divine Skyheart Sword Canon, she hadn’t practiced it yet.
Well, time for swordsmanship.
Ying Banished the absurd system reward from her mind, her gaze steadying as she picked up Frostfall and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, their eyes met.
That face, bathed in the morning light—bright, handsome, and smiling.
After entering the Insight Realm... his aura seemed to have changed slightly?
Admittedly,
Li Mo was exceptionally good-looking, inheriting the best traits of both his father and mother. His smile, in particular, carried a warmth that could melt hearts.
If he were to strike...
Wait.
Ying Bing’s thoughts faltered.
What was that just now?
Li Mo, oblivious, asked, "So, uh... feeling better today?"
That certain visitor definitely hadn’t left yet.
Some girls suffered more than others, writhing in pain.
"Hm? Mm..."
Ying Bing nodded reflexively.
Better? Worse?
Right now, she wasn’t feeling great at all...
Because that strange sensation wasn’t just psychological.
Itchy.
Like a tiny ant crawling down her tailbone...
This had to be the so-called reward’s doing!
"If you’re feeling better, let’s grab breakfast first."
"We can practice after eating."
Li Mo, completely unaware of Ying Bing’s inner turmoil, turned and headed downstairs.
It wasn’t until breakfast that he noticed something was off.
"Master’s sleeping in again."
In the courtyard, Li Mo scratched his chin as he sat down with a basket of freshly steamed buns.
He took a bite, only to realize Ying Bing was still standing.
"Sit down and eat."
Li Mo found it odd.
With her imposing presence just standing there, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Actually...
Ying Bing felt even more like sitting on pins and needles.
The moment she had sat down earlier, that sensation had surged even stronger.
"No, I’ll stand."
"Are you sure you’re okay?"
Seeing Ying Bing’s stiff posture and flushed neck, Li Mo frowned.
"I... can handle it!"
Ying Bing took a slow breath, her slender fingers tightening around her sword hilt.
Her ice-clear eyes hardened with resolve.
If she could empty her mind, then... what did this matter?
She had endured far worse.
When forging her Dharma Body, she had seemingly provoked the heavens—cataclysmic tribulations descended, as if intent on erasing her from existence.
That agony, too, she had withstood!
All because of her unyielding will!
"Let’s begin."
Ying Bing drew Frostfall, its edge gleaming like snow.
Her dark hair fluttered, but nothing could obscure the fire in her gaze.
Li Mo scratched his head.
What was with the ice block’s sudden competitive drive?
Whenever they sparred, he was usually the one learning from her.
Hmmmm.
Was she testing his progress?
"I won’t hold back!"
Li Mo stood, still munching on his bun.
Armed with the Nine Swords of Dugu (even if he hadn’t mastered it yet).
But at the very least, show that ice block a thing or two!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
