"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.
[Current contact area: 8%]
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.

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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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?"