Li Mo and his companions dismounted the Roc Demon at the edge of the Mingjiao Dragon Clan's territory.
This was the land of their sworn enemies, and the Roc Demon could venture no further. If discovered by the Mingjiao Clan's powerful figures, it risked being struck down mid-flight.
Watching the Roc Demon fly away, Li Mo fell into deep thought.
He had visited the military camp at Baoping Town, where the border garrison, reinforced by a Divine Observation Realm guardian, could have easily captured or at least driven away the Roc Demon long ago.
So why had they allowed it to roam freely over Baoping Mountain, unsettling the people?
The group continued on foot across the marshy land known as Blackwater Marsh.
This region, plagued by constant mud and heavy rains, still housed human settlements—though they no longer had garrisons for protection.
The people who had lived here for generations worshipped only the "Witch Spirits."
Each town venerated a different Witch Spirit, each with bizarre and varied functions beyond safeguarding their territory.
For instance—
After five days of travel through the winding mountains, they finally arrived at a relatively flat town.
The entire settlement was built around a lake, and faintly, the exotic melodies of fishermen's songs drifted across the water.
"This is the last human town before entering the Mingjiao Clan's lands," Huang Donglai confirmed, studying the map.
"The fabric here in Blackwater Marsh is so strange," Murong Xiao remarked, removing the silk headwrap he wore. With a flick, the water droplets slid right off, leaving it perfectly dry—its surface shimmering with an iridescent sheen.
Huang Donglai explained, "Different lands breed different customs. This pearl-white lotus silk naturally repels moisture. It’s extremely rare and valuable."
"It feels incredible—honestly, the smoothest thing I’ve ever touched," Murong Xiao mused, running his fingers over the fabric.
"Not even close!" Li Mo suddenly interjected, his expression dead serious.
His tone left no doubt—he spoke from experience.
"Then what is the softest, smoothest thing in the world?" Murong Xiao asked, puzzled.
"Ah..." Li Mo sighed, shaking his head as he gently kneaded the silk between his fingers—slow, deliberate strokes.
The motion was less like handling fabric and more like... a massage.
"??"
Murong Xiao was utterly lost, his mind racing but failing to decipher Li Mo’s meaning.
Brother Li’s knowledge truly surpassed his own.
"This material is excellent—much nicer to touch than Darkmist Silk. What do you think about using it for stockings?"
Li Mo didn’t know why he’d blurted that out.
Apparently, not just his hands had a mind of their own—now his mouth did too.
"??"
This time, even Huang Donglai was stunned.
"You know, my hammer techniques are decent, so I’ve recently taken an interest in forging."
"Working with such delicate materials requires precision. I might buy a few hundred pounds to practice."
Li Mo coughed lightly and plopped the headwrap back onto Murong Xiao’s head.
Murong Xiao’s eyes gleamed with both awe and confusion.
He had trained extensively under Elder Hanhe at the Divine Arms Peak. His master had said that once he could forge a proper Darkmist Silk underarmor, he’d be considered a skilled craftsman.
Yet Brother Li was starting with the even more challenging pearl-white lotus silk?!
"..."
Huang Donglai thought to himself—this had nothing to do with forging. Wasn’t this weaving?
"Brother Li, ten thousand pounds of lotus roots yield only two ounces of silk."
"Even a few hundred pounds is impossible—this entire town likely produces less than twenty pounds a year."
"..."
Li Mo gazed toward the lake, where figures stooped in the mud. Some women carried infants on their backs, trudging through the mire, their bodies so caked in filth they seemed to have sprouted from the earth themselves.
It was hard to connect these people with the pristine, pearl-like silk.
After entering the town, Li Mo and Murong Xiao purchased a few pounds of lotus silk from an out-of-town merchant at an exorbitant price. Yet Li Mo’s confusion only grew.
If they produced such a luxurious fabric, why were mothers still forced to toil in the mud with their babies?
The merchant, however, cheerfully suggested:
"Today happens to be the Witch Spirit Festival here. If you’re not in a hurry, you should attend—this town’s Witch Spirit is quite potent, with many devoted followers."
"Thanks," Li Mo replied, though he wasn’t particularly interested.
Murong Xiao also had little enthusiasm for the festival. Instead, he was brimming with nervous excitement.
"I wonder if my parents have been waiting impatiently."
He had never met them in his life.
"Well... I’ve always admired Uncle Murong..."
As they walked, Li Mo couldn’t help but ask:
"If your parents miss you so much, why didn’t they visit you at the Qingyuan Sect? And why send you alone to the Southern Border?"
"Maybe they had their reasons. Besides, we’re almost there safely now."
Murong Xiao grinned, his heart overflowing with the joy of finally reuniting with his family.
Li Mo: "..."
If not for the joint efforts of the Cloud-Crossing Sword City and the Drizzle Pavilion, you’d still be the Divine Son of the Demon-Calling Cult.
But still.
After years of silence, they suddenly summoned Murong Xiao back—just as the Jade Phoenix Goddess descended upon the Southern Border.
The timing couldn’t be coincidental.
The truth, however, would only be revealed once they reached the Mingjiao Clan’s lands.
As they spoke, they arrived at the lakeside, where a weathered altar stood tall.
Even from a distance, the statue atop it was unmistakable.
Carved from stone, it had an oversized head, a small body, and two pairs of eyes—grotesque and unsettling.
"Ugh... why does this feel familiar?"
Li Mo was reminded of the Sanxingdui relics from his past life, though not quite identical.
Then it hit him.
Jade Cluster Peak!
Among the shattered Divine Observation statues destroyed by his beautiful master, one had resembled this.
At that moment, the priest—wearing a mask identical to the statue’s face—performed an incomprehensible dance atop the altar.
The townsfolk below offered tributes in exchange for black incense sticks. Lighting them, they prayed fervently, some even voicing their deepest desires aloud.
"May this year’s harvest be plentiful..."
"May I bear a son..."
Li Mo’s brow twitched.
This Witch Spirit...
He realized the statue gave him the same eerie sensation as gazing upon a Divine Observation Diagram—yet far more sinister than any ordinary idol.
This didn’t seem like a proper deity at all.
Recalling other villages they’d passed, every worshipped Witch Spirit had been similarly unsettling.
"May the ruthless Mingjiao cease their raids on our village..."
"May I reunite with my parents safely..."
Hm?
Li Mo turned to see Murong Xiao also praying earnestly.
Seriously, Brother Murong? This Witch Spirit’s main purpose is warding off the Mingjiao.
And you’re worshipping it?
Even if the Witch Spirit approves, would the Buddha?
Just then—
Gurgle—
The sky darkened abruptly. A whirlpool erupted in the lake, rapidly expanding as a massive, shadowy figure emerged from its depths.
"The Mingjiao are attacking!"
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.
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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)
