"Saintess, did you succeed?"
The madam asked cautiously from the side.
"No."
Ever since returning, Yin Mianmian had been standing on the deck of the painted pleasure boat, leaning against the railing and gazing into the distance, silent as if she had lost her soul.
"Even you failed?"
The madam's heavily made-up face froze in shock. After all, even those ranked above the Saintess—those with extraordinary talents—could lose their lives if Yin Mianmian set her sights on them.
Li Mo was only ranked nineteenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
"Were his elders protecting him?"
"No."
Yin Mianmian softly denied, still staring into the distance.
"Then... why?" The madam was bewildered.
Yin Mianmian was already in a troubled mood and grew irritated by the questioning.
"His strength surpasses what's recorded on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."
"Stronger than the Hidden Dragon Ranking?"
The madam's painted face stiffened completely.
He was only sixteen.
She had originally thought his nineteenth rank might have been inflated, but now it seemed he was actually underrated?
Suddenly, Yin Mianmian spoke again:
"Do you know what kind of divine intent, when released, can dissolve all anger and resentment, making it impossible to harbor any negative emotions toward that person?"
"This... could it be a Buddhist divine intent?"
"Does he look like one of those bald monks to you?"
"Ah..."
The madam fell into deep thought, then wore a troubled expression.
"Sometimes, the courtesans on the pleasure boat fall in love with their customers..."
"Speak plainly."
Yin Mianmian frowned.
"Then perhaps... it might be... love?"
"Love my ass!"
Yin Mianmian nearly lost her composure.
The madam trembled in fear.
"Go to the Listening Wind Pavilion and withdraw the bounty on Li Mo."
"Yes."
The madam retreated as if granted amnesty.
Left alone, Yin Mianmian sank back into contemplation.
How much of what Li Mo said...
could possibly be true?
......
Meanwhile.
Outside the window, the night was deep, while the private room was bathed in warm lamplight.
Ying Bing straightened her legs and let out a soft sigh.
Three times.
This was already... the third time Li Mo had bested her.
But the turmoil in her heart wasn’t due to another defeat.
Though she would later stand at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, so formidable that none dared even meet her gaze, unrivaled among her peers and eventually without equal in the world—
Her journey had not been without setbacks.
There had been near-death failures.
To concede was to lose forever.
Yet this punishment paled in comparison to the Heavenly Illusion Realm, the Body Tempering Tribulation, or the Path to Immortality.
Her mental state was now more refined than ever. She only needed to let things take their course...
With a slight activation of her intent soul,
Ying Bing opened her phoenix-like eyes, lightly pressed her lips together, and turned her gaze toward Li Mo.
The ripples in the young woman's eyes carried a trace of solemnity.
"??"
A confused Li Mo grew even more puzzled.
She’s using her intent soul?
Why is the ice block suddenly so serious?
Young Li suddenly recalled a memory from his past life—when his best friend took him for a foot massage. Before going, he had even washed his feet thoroughly, only to be served by an auntie who smoked while working.
Her grip was fierce, attacking every pressure point mercilessly.
Under his friend’s teasing gaze, the ever-stubborn young Li hadn’t made a sound. In fact, he’d rebellively muttered, "Is that all? Auntie, did you skip breakfast?"
As everyone knew,
the ice block had always been fiercely competitive.
She never admitted defeat.
So Li Mo sat back down, meeting her gaze without hesitation.
"Seems like it’s time I got serious."
"...Fine." Ying Bing nodded coolly.
"Then change your clothes."
"?"
The next second,
Li Mo pulled out something she had never seen before—like an undergarment, yet far more scandalous than any she knew.
"You can’t do the full service without changing~"
Young Li smirked triumphantly.
She’d back down now, surely.
No way the ice block would actually...
"You... go out first." Ying Bing’s voice was barely a whisper in his ear.
"Right, I figured—"
Li Mo shook his head with a wry smile and stood up.
But then he heard:
"Leave the clothes."
"!"
Snap—
The door closed, and the room darkened.
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A system prompt appeared, oddly considerate, as if worried its host might fail the punishment.
This must have been calculated when he massaged her feet earlier.
Why would he enjoy playing with that thing? How strange...
And this outfit—while slightly better than the one the system had rewarded her with—was still barely decent.
Where had he gotten it?
And why was he carrying it around all the time...
When he usually acted so gentle, sunny, and refined?
Ying Bing’s lashes fluttered faintly before she finally let out a soft sigh.
"Calm as still water, let nature take its course..."
The sound of rustling fabric filled the room.
Meanwhile, young Li leaned against the door outside, a brush clenched between his teeth as he took a deep breath.
He truly hadn’t expected the ice block to agree so readily.
And that look in her eyes before he left...
"Stay sharp. Can’t slack now."
"Junior Brother Li, what are you doing?"
The door across the hall opened, and Tang Xiaobao stared at the brush in Li Mo’s mouth, baffled.
"When I’m thinking hard, I like to chew on something."
"Oh, I see."
Tang Xiaobao didn’t fully understand.
But since Junior Brother Li was a genius, he must have his reasons.
So he imitated him, threading a not-too-hard pill onto a bamboo skewer and popping it into his mouth.
Now he, too, was sucking on a lollipop pill, his delicate face adopting a profound expression.
"Junior Brother Li, what’s the problem? Maybe I can help."
"I’m thinking I might be in mortal danger soon."
"That serious? I’ll tell the master!"
Tang Xiaobao immediately turned serious.
But before he could run off, Li Mo grabbed him by the collar and spun him back around.
Li Mo sighed.
"It’s nothing major. Just might have a slight case of high blood pressure."
"Then take some medicine!" Tang Xiaobao relaxed.
"Will that work?"
"Want to lick mine and see?"
"...Senior Brother Xiaobao, go play. I’ll figure it out myself."
"Alrighty."
Tang Xiaobao wandered off, still sucking on his lollipop pill.
Some time later.
A clear, soft voice drifted through the wooden door, carried by the wind:
"You... can come in now."
"Mm."
Li Mo activated his intent soul slightly.
But strangely,
though the divine intent within his soul was usually remarkably effective, today it seemed lackluster.
Young Li suddenly felt that even the life-and-death struggles in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm hadn’t made him as nervous as this moment.
But if he chickened out now,
he’d never live it down in front of the ice block!
Especially now that she’d learned to twist the knife.
Click.
The door to a new world creaked open.
Stepping inside and catching sight of Ying Bing, young Li realized he had severely underestimated the situation.
It wasn’t the swimsuit—though its name was odd, the design was relatively normal.
What he’d underestimated was the ice block herself.
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?!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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)
