The broken window could no longer be closed.
The night wind blew in without restraint, shaping the curtains to its whims.
The girl stood sideways to him, her expression unclear.
Through her dark hair, the hollow of her collarbone seemed to cradle a pool of moonlight.
That slender waist, barely a handful, even bore the faint lines of an hourglass.
Were it not for the flicker of candlelight trembling on her lashes, one might have mistaken her for a jade sculpture.
Li Mo had once thought scenes of nosebleeds from sheer excitement were ridiculous—but now, he realized he’d wronged those storytellers.
Turns out, they might’ve been realistic.
"Is it... too dark in here?"
"Seems plenty bright to me."
"?"
Noticing the boy’s gaze, Ying Bing averted her eyes, feeling an odd itch—perhaps from her own hair.
So his interests weren’t limited to feet?
"Does your ‘full-service dragon treatment’ include staring at me like this?"
Ying Bing’s voice was soft.
"Please don’t question my professionalism."
Li Mo covered his nose and shook his head solemnly.
Humans naturally yearn for beauty.
He was merely appreciating the divine craftsmanship of Nuwa’s masterpiece—nothing more, nothing less.
"Lie down flat first."
"Fine."
What was bound to happen would happen. Might as well get it over with.
Her expression was calm; her earlier mental adjustments had clearly worked.
She just never imagined...
That her Sword Heart Clarity would one day be applied in such a situation.
Seeing Ying Bing so composed, young Li took a deep breath.
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused.]
[Year One: Through relentless practice, you mastered all the acupoints of this technique. A single touch, and you could locate them with precision.]
[Year Four: Delving deeper into finger techniques, you discovered that certain acupoints and methods could synergize, producing effects greater than the sum of their parts.]
[Year Ten...]
[Your "Flower-Pinching Finger" reached initial proficiency.]
For a supreme martial art, Li Mo’s progress was surprisingly swift.
Just... abruptly so.
Glancing at the jade-like figure before him, Master Li felt a stir in his heart.
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused...]
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused...]
...
And so, "Flower-Pinching Finger" reached perfection. Even the massage grandmasters of the Imperial Capital would now offer him tea in respect.
Eighty years of backup insights remained.
No need to question it—backups existed for moments like this.
"My technique’s quite advanced. Tell me if it’s too much."
"It won’t be."
Ying Bing replied flatly without looking up.
Moments later.
Li Mo asked confidently, "Feel anything?"
"Average." Ying Bing closed her lovely eyes.
"?"
Young Master Li leaned back slightly.
This shouldn’t be possible. How could it just be "average"?
Hmm... Could it be that Ice Block here, tempered by years of lunar energy, had acupoints and meridians so resilient they barely registered ordinary stimulation?
The grandmaster of finger techniques, freshly perfected, couldn’t tolerate the word "average."
"How about here?"
"Mmm... average."
"Here?"
"Nothing."
"???"
From legs to shoulders, Young Master Li couldn’t fathom how such a silken, delicate body could withstand such pressure.
Surely he couldn’t resort to forbidden techniques...
Li Mo’s gaze drifted downward.
Ice Block seemed to notice, defensively crossing her arms—which only accentuated the curves.
"Turn over."
Li Mo wiped his nose.
Ying Bing glanced at the system prompt.
[Current contact area: 42%]
After turning, she shut her eyes tightly, finally exhaling.
But once her back was exposed, an unfamiliar sensation crept in.
"You... dripped something?"
"Divine Hundred-Fruit Oil."
"Oh..."
The fragrance was undeniable.
Yet she couldn’t explain why the first drop had felt scalding, only to fade instantly.
Her skin tingled faintly...
The electric-like touch seemed to intensify...
"Feel anything now?"
"No."
"Still nothing?"
"Nope."
Li Mo fell into deep thought.
Ice Block apparently came with a toggle switch.
"Really nothing?" His eyes narrowed skeptically.
"Nothing."
The moment Ying Bing spoke—
[Ding!]
[Detected host’s complete lack of sensation during contact.]
[System has considerately increased sensitivity by 50%.]
"?"
Her eyes flew open, dazed.
The same motions, yet entirely different sensations.
Why again...?
As Li Mo’s fingers brushed her skin, unknowingly, he found her weak spot.
"Hah..."
Ying Bing shivered slightly, the blush on her neck betraying her, her mind trembling.
Li Mo: "..."
Truly, the epitome of stubbornness.
No wonder she’d become the Phoenix Heaven Empress.
Time passed.
[Congratulations, host! Successful investment in "Ying Bing"—assisted in qi regulation.]
[You have unclaimed investment rewards.]
"Asleep?"
Seeing Ying Bing motionless, Li Mo felt oddly unsettled.
He left with practiced composure—though his steps were slightly stiff and hurried.
Only when the door shut behind him did soft, uneven breaths finally escape.
Ying Bing opened her eyes, her gaze complex, tinged with twilight hues. Pity Li Mo was already under the cold shower, missing the sight.
[Detected host has completed penalty conditions. Distributing rewards...]
[Reward 1: Azure Phoenix Wings]
[Azure Phoenix Wings]: "Channel true essence to lighten the body like a feather. Manifest with soul intent to soar the skies or reduce inner domain suppression."
[Reward 2: Moon Essence Crystal]
[Moon Essence Crystal]: "A fragment of the primordial moon, fallen during the perfection of lunar dao. A sacred treasure for soul enhancement."
[Reward 3: Demon-Slaying Gourd]
...
The system’s punishment was finally over.
Yet she suddenly lacked the will to even glance at the rewards, her limbs limp.
"This was the third penalty."
"Each one worse than the last..."
Changed into fresh robes, Ying Bing stared blankly at the moon outside.
She could no longer claim absolute confidence.
Not with three consecutive failures staring back at her.
So... what about next time?
What... would it be?
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!
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?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
