Seeing the lack of enthusiasm from the crowd, Li Mo cleared his throat at the big-headed doll and announced loudly:
"Ahem, since this is an awards ceremony, naturally there are prizes—such as Mystic Crystals?"
As soon as the words fell, Qian Bufan halted in his tracks. Truly befitting an Inner Realm expert, he executed an emergency stop, spun 180 degrees, and sat back down seamlessly.
"Of course, the prizes aren't limited to just premium scholar's treasures..."
Ouyang reversed into his seat: "This is our first awards ceremony—I simply must lend my support."
"Rare alchemy ingredients, heavenly treasures..."
Xue Jing moved lightning-fast, snatching the nearby tea leaves in one smooth motion.
"Oh, and there’s also plenty of aged wine, some two or three decades old."
Shang Wu straightened up instantly, no longer drowsy:
"Precious disciple, do you need an awards presenter? How about me?"
Her speed was so startling that Xue Jing couldn’t help but frown. "Weren’t you asleep just now?"
"And what about you? Weren’t you going to refine pills?" Shang Wu shot back with a huff.
Xue Jing paused before replying, "...I suddenly recalled that this batch of pills requires perfect timing—both celestial and terrestrial. The auspicious moment hasn’t arrived yet."
Shang Wu then turned to Qian Bufan.
Ever the smooth talker, Qian raised his teapot:
"I noticed the tea was running low, so I thought I’d refill it."
Shen Yunfei: "The table looked dusty, so I wiped it."
Ouyang: "The floor was dirty—I grabbed a broom to sweep."
Everyone had found their own excuse.
"Huh?"
Xu Yi, who had just returned from the restroom, was dumbfounded.
Second Xu felt an overwhelming sense of impending unemployment.
And so, under Li Mo’s earnest and persuasive guidance, the Qingyuan Sect’s inaugural Golden Statue Awards for Best Acting officially commenced!
As the host of the ceremony, Li Mo wore a meticulously composed smile:
"First up—Best Actor!"
His voice dripped with dramatic flair.
Starting with such a heavyweight category?
The audience immediately sat up straighter, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.
"He, through his brilliant performance in the Black Tower, captivated everyone the moment he appeared."
"Ladies and gentlemen, his acting prowess is undeniable. On the scene, he displayed unwavering composure and unshakable confidence, delivering the decisive blow that sealed the entire show!"
"And not only was his presence commanding—he’s also incredibly handsome."
Here, Li Mo paused deliberately.
In theory, this was the perfect moment for a commercial break.
But he wasn’t sure what to advertise.
So he simply flashed a mysterious smile at the crowd.
"Ah, is there even any debate about this?" Qian Bufan shook his head.
Xue Jing nodded in agreement. "Indeed, there’s no need for speculation. The Best Actor is obviously..."
The two locked eyes and spoke in unison:
"Me." x2
The word was the same, but the people were not.
"Hah, Old Xue, you’re so average—why are you so confident?"
"Old Qian, need I remind you? Your physique is as wide as it is tall—practically spherical. How can you say that with a straight face?"
"Do you even know what ‘the pinnacle of slightly chubby’ means? Fight me if you disagree!"
"You think I’m scared?"
Xue Jing and Elder Qian unleashed their auras, the air crackling with tension.
Just as it seemed a brawl was imminent, Li Mo’s announcement floated down from the stage:
"After rigorous voting..."
"The Best Actor is... me."
The two elders, along with the entire audience, turned in unison to see Li Mo pointing at himself.
Huh?
Wait.
Xue Jing: "Xiao Mo, aren’t you the host? How can you award yourself?"
Qian Bufan: "Rigged! How was this vote even conducted?"
But Li Mo had an irrefutable justification—one that left everyone speechless:
"I’m the sole sponsor of this ceremony."
"......"
The two elders sat back down.
Why didn’t you say so earlier?
Thus, Shang Wu personally presented the pure gold statuette—crafted by Li Mo using the Eight Treasures Devouring Gold Pill, infused with metallic essence to make it gleam brilliantly.
The statuette’s likeness bore an uncanny resemblance to the big-headed doll currently serving as a microphone.
"It’s glowing... glowing Little Big Brother Li..."
Princess Little Jiang blinked nervously, clutching her skirt.
But then she remembered—she hadn’t gone to the Misty Tower.
Surely the awards wouldn’t involve her...
She glanced over and noticed Ying Bing was also staring at the tiny figure.
Ying Bing was acting strangely.
She realized, to her own surprise, that she was gradually becoming invested in this awards ceremony.
Her mind even conjured images of him calling her name, of her walking up to accept the prize...
Somehow, she found herself anticipating it more than seeing her name on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
How absurd...
Soon, the supporting awards were handed out—Best Supporting Role (Elder Qian), Best Cinematography (Ouyang), and a slew of other miscellaneous honors.
"Now, it’s time for the grand finale—as our regular attendees already know."
"That’s right—Best Actress!"
The moment Li Mo announced it, Xu Yi and Senior Brother Xiaobao—who had somehow snuck up to the second floor—raised luminous pearls, using polished lenses to amplify their glow into spotlight beams.
Best Actress...
Only two women had been present that day.
One was their beautiful master, the other was the ice queen.
The spotlights swung between Shang Wu and Ying Bing, the audience holding their breath in suspense.
Li Mo descended the stage and handed the statuette to Shang Wu.
"The Best Actress is... Shang Wu—"
"YES!"
Shang Wu was already celebrating.
Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"—and Ying Bing."
Shang Wu’s grin froze mid-cheer.
"I protest! My performance that day was witnessed by all! If I hadn’t taken the lead, would so many assassins have taken the job?"
Shang Wu slammed the table, lodging a formal complaint with the organizers.
Li Mo coughed lightly. "Master, that wasn’t acting."
"Then what was it?"
"It was called ‘being yourself.’"
The crowd nodded in agreement—Shang Wu’s performance had been entirely devoid of pretense.
The beautiful master had no retort. Pouting, she glared at her precious disciple, thoroughly displeased.
Li Mo pacified her with a Best Participation Award (prize: fine wine), and she reluctantly relented.
Li Mo grinned. "Surprised? Shocked?"
"Give it to me."
A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Ying Bing’s eyes as she extended her slender hand.
"Here."
The statuette felt heavy and cool in her palm.
After a brief pause, she reached out again.
"Hmm?"
Li Mo, who had just sat down, looked puzzled.
"Best Actress only comes with one trophy."
"Not the trophy."
Ying Bing gently picked up the big-headed doll beside him.
It still carried traces of lingering warmth.
"I prefer this one more."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
