"What did that young girl comprehend within the sword scar?"
"This spectacle is at least ten times more astonishing than the earlier commotion caused by Bai Jinghong."
"......"
The onlookers could witness the extraordinary phenomenon, yet none knew what was truly happening atop the Sword Tower.
They wished they had wings to fly up and see for themselves.
On the high platform.
The elders had all vanished.
Only the envoy from the Yantian Sect remained standing in place.
The Yantian Sect envoy's unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened.
"The little princess... she shouldn’t be here."
"Nor should she have witnessed the Hengyun Sword Scar..."
After murmuring softly, her eyes flickered with intricate, chaotic patterns.
Had Li Mo been present, he might have found it familiar.
The ocular technique she employed bore a faint resemblance to the Divine Eye of Fate.
Moments later.
The woman’s face gradually paled, her transcendent gaze turning lost and bewildered.
Everything was in disarray.
Utter chaos...
......
Atop the Sword Tower.
Could that young girl truly be comprehending divine techniques from the Hengyun Sword Scar?
Everyone held their breath, the absurd thought crossing their minds.
Elder Zeng stood as if entranced.
"As Chu Long approached, the sword-scarred stone seemed to grow more vibrant."
Li Mo’s intuition grew stronger.
It was as though something was being birthed within that peculiar stone.
Or perhaps a sentience beyond his understanding was awakening.
"Beyond the sword scar itself, the stone bearing it can hardly be called lifeless."
Ying Bing spoke softly.
She seemed to understand now why, in her past life, Han Zhen—who neither practiced swordsmanship nor lacked martial techniques—had been willing to take such great risks to seize the Hengyun Sword Scar.
Suddenly.
She noticed Li Mo pulling out paper and brush.
"What are you...?"
"I want to try sketching the sword-scarred stone. If it works, I could study it anytime."
"......"
If such a drawing could truly be captured...
Wouldn’t it qualify as an "Extreme Form Divine Contemplation Diagram"?
Ying Bing didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.
Normally, he was a reliable person.
But occasionally, he’d come up with these whimsical, almost childish ideas.
"Consider it practice."
Li Mo eagerly spread out the paper.
Just as he reached for the inkstick, a slender, jade-like hand beat him to it.
The dark inkstick contrasted starkly against the girl’s fair skin as she ground it gently, the ink slowly spreading across the stone.
"Why aren’t you drawing?"
Ying Bing tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to find Li Mo staring at her as if spellbound.
"Ah, right, drawing..."
The young man snapped out of it and began with earnest strokes.
Ying Bing glanced over, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
"Weren’t you sketching the stone?"
"Hm?"
Li Mo looked down.
A few simple lines had already brought to life a maiden in a porcelain-blue dress, her delicate hands grinding ink—a classic "beauty aiding the scholar" scene.
It was unmistakably a portrait of a noble lady.
"Wrong one, let’s try again."
Clearing his throat, Li Mo tucked the drawing away.
Then, refocusing, he turned his gaze forward.
At that moment.
Jiang Chulong stepped closer to the mystical stone, biting her lip.
This belonged to someone else, so it wasn’t trash she could take.
But she really, really wanted to touch it...
Would it be rude to handle another’s possession?
The little princess hesitated, then glanced back.
Her eyes met Li Mo’s.
Naturally, her "Big Brother Li" gave her an encouraging nod.
"Mm, I... I understand now..."
If Big Brother Li said it was fine, then it must be.
Her small hand no longer wavered.
Before Elder Zeng could react—his eyes widening, his warning ("Careful! The sword-scarred stone must not be touched!") still unspoken—
A resonant hum reverberated through heaven and earth.
The world seemed to dissolve around them, leaving everyone momentarily unaware of their own existence.
Yet they could faintly perceive something else...
The miniature realm formed by the waterfall and spring—originally an external projection of an inner world—suddenly burst with life.
Fish leaped from the water, their scales gleaming, their bodies growing larger.
Lotus flowers, water weeds, duckweed—all flora flourished.
Lush green grass spread rapidly from Jiang Chulong’s feet, covering the entire summit of the Sword Tower.
All things thrived.
What Jiang Chulong saw surpassed the others’ visions.
In her eyes, the heavens parted.
An indistinct figure, ethereal and untamed, stood amidst the void, his sword intent shaking the cosmos.
He raised a hand, plucking a single blade of grass.
As if wielding an invisible sword, he swept it casually through the air.
A razor-thin scar split the sky—clouds shattered, space itself fractured.
"I must... remember... this strike."
Countless sword forms flashed through Jiang Chulong’s mind, evolving, transforming.
Unbeknownst to her, even the "Wild Grass Sword Scripture" began to mutate...
"What kind of martial art is she even comprehending?"
"Could it be that a divine technique is truly about to emerge today?"
Everyone present—
As long as they had contemplated the Hengyun Sword Mark, they all felt a stirring in their hearts, raising their heads to gaze intently, unable to look away for a long time.
"This stone is so hard to sketch..."
Li Mo let out a weary sigh.
Even with his current level of spiritual strength, he found the act of copying it unbearably difficult.
He had no choice but to pause and recover his energy.
No matter.
When he observed the mystical stone up close, he would naturally have a better opportunity to study it.
He could always resume his sketching later.
......
Not far away.
Yin Mianmian narrowed her eyes, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on Jiang Chulong.
She had originally planned to make her move when either Li Mo or Ying Bing achieved enlightenment.
But now, the opportunity had arrived ahead of schedule.
"Wasn’t the little princess of Great Yu crippled after having her sword bone extracted? So why...?"
Her expression shifted several times before she finally sighed softly.
Jiang Chulong’s small figure vaguely reminded her of someone.
Perhaps she should wait until Jiang Chulong finished her enlightenment before acting—consider it a favor to that remarkable woman...
......
Before long.
Jiang Chulong slowly regained her senses.
"I... I did it."
Clutching the hem of her robe, she ran out from the waterfall. The swirling energies and artistic conceptions were strangely gentle toward her, leaving her unharmed.
She stopped in front of Li Mo, her small face flushed with shyness, like a kitten seeking praise.
"What did you comprehend?"
Li Mo withdrew his gaze from the distance and smiled as he asked.
"Grass!"
The little princess chirped happily.
Elder Zeng, who had been watching with concern, froze for a moment, utterly baffled.
The crowd: "......"
Li Mo: "......"
Such a cute princess shouldn’t be using foul language.
Well.
He understood what Jiang Chulong meant—her progress in the Wild Grass Sword Scripture had advanced.
"My head... feels like... like there’s a sword in it now..."
"And then... what Teacher taught me... also..."
Jiang Chulong stumbled over her words.
"What she means is, her spirit has imprinted the Hengyun Sword Mark."
"On top of that, the martial techniques she’s been practicing have improved, and she’s gained two sword forms."
Li Mo translated.
"Spirit imprint?"
"She treated the Hengyun Sword Mark as a divine visualization diagram?!"
Elder Zeng was dumbfounded.
"And those two sword forms?" he pressed urgently.
"They’re... stronger than... the slash you used to split the waterfall..."
"A divine technique?!"
Elder Zeng was utterly astonished.
His expression shifted repeatedly before he finally composed himself. After a long silence, he announced to the crowd below:
"There’s no need for further speculation. What this young lady has comprehended are two supreme-grade sword forms from a peerless technique!"
"Peerless technique?"
The first reaction from the crowd was disbelief.
With such a terrifying commotion earlier, was it really just a peerless technique?
Even if it was a supreme-grade one, that still seemed unlikely...
Elder Zeng didn’t dwell on the matter.
Exchanging a glance with Li Mo, he clasped his hands behind his back and swept his gaze over the distance before adding:
"Hu Mei, it’s your turn now."
Hu Mei—the alias Yin Mianmian had assumed.
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
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?!
