The Martial Arts Summit concluded, and a new Sword Prodigy emerged.
Today, Yunzhou City was livelier than ever, sparking widespread discussions across the martial world. Even Elder Zeng of the Five Elements Swordsmen remarked that this summit had left an indelible impact on Hengyun Sword City—and indeed, the entire Martial Arts Summit itself.
Yet, no matter how bustling the outside world was, a certain small courtyard remained a haven of tranquility.
Li the Chef had now mastered the art of multitasking, wielding a wok in each hand.
Inside his dantian, the sword pellet spun deftly, channeling the sharp, lethal aura of weaponry with precision as it controlled two spatulas stir-frying simultaneously.
"Alchemy and cooking share uncanny similarities," he mused.
"Could I be a hidden genius in pill refining?"
Li Mo decided to return to the mountain and test this theory with Elder Xue.
Elder Xue would surely welcome him.
Jiang Chulong, wearing an apron, busily assisted nearby, occasionally stealing glances at Li Mo's profile.
"Chulong, why didn’t you go to Baohuan Tower?"
Baohuan Tower was the most luxurious restaurant in Yunzhou, its value estimated at one percent of Li Mo's wealth.
After the summit, a grand banquet was inevitable—a gathering of heroes.
Naturally, it was also an opportunity for Yunzhou to witness the brilliance of the summit's top ten, especially the Sword Prodigy, who represented the pinnacle of the younger generation's swordsmanship in Yunzhou.
"Huh?" Jiang Chulong blinked, momentarily stunned.
Elder Zeng had encouraged her to go, praising Baohuan Tower as lively and fun.
The little princess had initially hoped to scavenge for discarded treasures.
But upon hearing Li Mo wouldn’t attend, she lost all interest.
Was she still unaccustomed to such bustling places?
Amused, Li Mo popped a piece of chicken into her slightly agape mouth.
"Maybe it’s because my cooking tastes better than Baohuan Tower’s."
"Mhm!" she nodded eagerly.
...
In the distance, the clouds blushed a magnificent rose-gold as the last rays of the setting sun exhaled their final breath, gifting the scorching summer evening with a cool breeze.
The night wind whispered.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Ying Bing, lost in thought, turned around.
A simple yet exorbitantly priced meal—four dishes and a soup—was laid out on the table.
Homely fare.
Two people chatting.
He was as gentle as ever, his tone laced with humor.
Jiang Chulong rested her chin on her hands, swinging her legs, listening intently.
There was no trace of the self-awareness befitting a young prodigy who had just shaken Hengyun Sword City and the martial world, a future dragon in the making.
It felt as though you could push open the door of any peaceful household and witness such a scene.
The pensive furrow between her brows unwittingly softened.
Some truths, she already knew.
Without experiencing the warmth of mortal life, how could one’s journey be complete? And how could one even dream of immortality?
She ought to maintain a calm heart toward all things.
Noticing a crease in Li Mo’s collar, she reached out and smoothed it gently.
"??"
Li Mo froze.
The Ice Block was fixing his collar?
Something was off...
The Empress had always been aloof, untouchable, her gaze making you feel like an ant beneath her feet.
Was it because the Ice Block couldn’t tolerate imperfections? Yeah, that had to be it!
Pushing aside his unease, Li Mo turned back to Jiang Chulong.
"We could build a swing in the yard."
"A swing?"
"Yeah. With a push, you’d soar really high."
"Wow... that sounds so fun... Li Mo... you’re amazing..."
"Can I join?"
A voice like polished jade chimed in.
Jiang Chulong tilted her head in confusion.
Li Mo leaned back slightly.
Turning, he met those frosty eyes—now glimmering with curiosity.
"Ice Block?" he ventured.
Had the Hengyun Sword’s mark left some side effect?
He couldn’t fathom the Ice Block sitting on a swing, laughing like a blooming flower.
Bizarre.
Too bizarre.
So bizarre it unsettled him.
The food slipped from his chopsticks, splashing into the soup and staining his clothes with grease.
The more he pondered, the weirder it felt...
"Sure, you can join."
"Your clothes are dirty."
Ying Bing noticed the stains.
Li Mo removed his outer robe and set it aside.
"Uh... I’ll wash it later—"
"I’ll do it."
Before the robe could touch the stool, a slender hand intercepted it.
She rose gracefully and headed for the well.
Watching her roll up her sleeves and scrub the fabric, Li Mo’s jaw hung open.
Washing clothes?
The Ice Block not only fixed his collar and wanted to swing but was now voluntarily doing laundry?
Why did he suddenly feel sweat trickling down his back?
Baffled, Li Mo whispered to Jiang Chulong:
"Chulong, is your Ice Sister okay?"
"Um... I don’t... know medicine... but she doesn’t... seem sick..."
"Then why?"
"Because..."
Jiang Chulong pursed her lips, the question marks above her head multiplying.
She probably couldn’t figure it out—her CPU might overheat.
Suddenly, a riiiip caught her attention. Her eyes darted to the source, and she nearly burst into tears.
The robe... torn?
Li Mo: "..."
Of course. The Ice Block wasn’t cut out for chores—a natural-born domestic disaster.
"The robe... the robe..."
"Chulong, that’s not the one you made for me."
"Oh..."
The little princess felt slightly better.
If the robe was ruined and Li Mo wouldn’t wear it, she could claim it for herself.
Snapping back to reality, Jiang Chulong murmured timidly:
"Ice Sister’s... spiritual intent... seems to be growing... faster than usual?"
"Huh?"
Li Mo was stunned.
Not far away, under the moonlight, the young woman washed clothes. If you ignored the fact that she’d shredded them, the scene was almost serene and picturesque.
So dreamlike it made Li Mo question if he was awake.
His mind raced.
The Ice Block was unusually caring for others, and by combining chores with moon-gazing, she’d boosted her spiritual intent.
How?!
Li Mo suddenly found sword techniques far simpler than deciphering the mind of the Phoenix Heaven Empress, the Ice Block.
Before long, Ying Bing returned, holding the freshly "washed" robe. She gave it a firm shake and hung it on the clothesline, mimicking what she’d seen.
"Done."
"Uh-huh..."
Staring at the tattered remains of what could barely be called clothing, Li Mo took a deep breath.
"Thank you."
"No need. It’s my duty."
Ying Bing turned toward her room, then paused.
"Tonight... come find me."
"Huh?"
"Dual cultivation."
"WHAA—?!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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!
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
