Li Mo gathered all the rare herbs and treasures and placed them inside the hollowed-out tree root bathtub. Then, he called out to the attendant outside, asking him to prepare hot water.
Before long, the chamber was filled with steam, the air thick with the sweet, fragrant scent of flowers and herbs.
Li Mo glanced at the bathtub, now adorned with floating petals, and tested the water temperature. Satisfied that it was similar to the Mistflower Immortal Spring, he turned to the side and said,
"Ice block, the 'soup' is ready. Come in."
Ying Bing pressed her lips together, her beautiful eyes flickering with complicated emotions.
"Is this today's four dishes and one 'soup'?"
"Huh?"
Li Mo was momentarily stunned.
He hadn’t prepared any soup during dinner—mainly because they had returned late, and he was exhausted.
This "soup" wasn’t meant for drinking anyway...
"In the southern borderlands, hot springs are called 'soup.' Oh~ You didn’t think..."
"I didn’t."
Ying Bing stared at him coolly.
"...Right."
Li Mo had initially wanted to explain, but as silence fell, he recalled the scenery he had glimpsed during their last massage session.
As everyone knew, Li Tianjiao possessed an incredibly robust physique, capable of bearing the weight of four thousand soldiers and armor, even smashing disaster beasts’ skulls with his bare hands.
Yet, there were things even an indestructible body couldn’t withstand.
Some things could make him bleed in an instant.
How terrifying.
Searching his conscience, Young Li considered himself a gentleman. But if he were to scoop a bowl of water from the bathtub she had just soaked in, he feared his mouth might have ideas of its own.
With utmost seriousness, Li Mo said, "Go ahead and soak. The 'soup' will cool soon, and that wouldn’t be... good. It wouldn’t feel comfortable."
Ying Bing pinched the head of a large doll in her hands, her tone faintly mocking. "Young Hero Li, truly a paragon of virtue..."
"Naturally."
Li Mo maintained an utterly solemn expression.
Splash—
A wisp of rosy light materialized into a tiny hand, pulling a folding screen across the room.
It divided the chamber in two, turning one side into a makeshift bathing area.
"?"
Young Gentleman Li’s expression stiffened.
What? Even a gentleman must be guarded against?
Thus, the most beautiful scenery in the world might be separated from you by nothing more than a screen.
She was inside. He was outside.
The glow of the night pearl illuminated the chamber, casting a soft, radiant light far gentler and brighter than candle flames. The woven screen appeared pristine, like a blank canvas.
The silhouette of the young maiden projected onto it, giving form to the interplay of light and shadow—a sight that stirred the heart.
Rustling sounds emerged.
"Hm? What’s that noise?"
Gentleman Li sat at the table, maintaining an air of solemnity as he analyzed the situation calmly.
Indeed.
That must be the sound of silk stockings being removed...
Young Li took a deep breath and pinched his own waist hard.
The system had issued so many rewards today, and he hadn’t even had the chance to claim and sort through them yet!
The Seventy-Two Transformations had reached perfection, and he still needed to study the Somersault Cloud from the "Monkey Seeks the Dao" painting!
Li Mo, oh Li Mo, how could you be so depraved?
"I can’t afford to be distracted like this!"
Summoning the system, Li Mo inhaled deeply and began reviewing the long list of rewards.
[Investment Return: Rongyuan Military Crossbow ×10.]
[Rongyuan Seven-Kill Crossbow: Crafted in the early years by the military artificer Gongsun Buqi. Can be charged with true essence, boasting extraordinary penetrative power. Even the defensive fields of ordinary Inner Realm experts cannot withstand it. A true killing weapon among military equipment.]
"Military gear?"
Li Mo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Though this item was valuable, it clearly couldn’t compare to the rewards obtained from Ying Bing or Princess Xiao Jiang.
But similar items had never appeared as returns before—he had rarely even seen them.
The Great Yu did not prohibit swords, blades, or even bows and armor. Sects could even maintain private militias.
However, anyone caught hoarding military-grade weaponry would be treated as a rebel.
Thus, Li Mo had never encountered such items even in Yunzhou’s bustling markets.
The Rongyuan Seven-Kill Crossbow was a bronze-colored ballista, exuding a chilling aura of lethality—undoubtedly falling into this category.
[Investment Return: Thunderfire Pills ×50 crates.]
[Thunderfire Pills]: "A certain alchemy prodigy, gifted by nature, found that no matter what pill he refined, the cauldron would not only explode with alarming frequency but also with extraordinary force. It turned out there had been a mistake during his initial aptitude test—he did not possess a fire-wood spiritual root but a fire-thunder one.
Mocked and humiliated by his sect, he eventually left in fury and joined the Great Yu’s Divine Machinery Battalion, becoming a master of military explosives. In the end, he used Thunderfire Pills to blast his former sect into the sky."
"..."
Li Mo now had a rough idea of this item’s potency.
It was probably as volatile as the temperament of that 'misguided' explosives expert.
So... did this thing even count as a pill?
Elder Xue, the genius alchemist who had once refined external mystic pills, might be able to provide a definitive answer...
"What kind of rewards are these?"
"It’s not like I plan to blow up my own sect."
Frowning, Li Mo continued scrolling.
[Investment Return: Heavenly Tribulation Warding Banners ×4.]
[Heavenly Tribulation Warding Banners]: "When embedded into mountain walls or city fortifications, they can multiply defensive capabilities. Their sturdiness depends on the strength of the wielder maintaining the formations and the ambient spiritual energy."
......
[Investment Return: Thunder-Patterned War Drum.]
[Thunder-Patterned War Drum]: "A master craftsman used the hide of a thunder beast, said to carry a trace of the Kui Bull’s bloodline, and inscribed thunder patterns upon it to create this war drum. Its sound shakes the heavens, bolstering allies’ morale and striking fear into formidable foes."
......
[Investment Return: One Mystic Crystal.]
[Investment Return: 10,000 Demon-Slaying Arrows.]
[Investment Return: One Peace Golden Lock.]
[Investment Return: A pair of patchwork shoes sewn by mother.]
......
Among the subsequent rewards, aside from miscellaneous items, the valuable ones were either Mystic Crystals or military equipment. The crystals numbered in the thousands, while the military gear amounted to seventeen or eighteen types, all in considerable quantities.
Staring at the system’s storage space, now packed with enough Mystic Crystals and military supplies to sustain a small-scale war, Young Li fell into deep thought.
"System, you’ve been getting a little too 'criminal' lately."
Under normal circumstances, these rewards were practically unusable, weren’t they?
They couldn’t even be sold—even if he dared to offer them in bulk, who would dare buy them? Discovery would mean certain execution for the entire family.
He already had military funds.
If the system were to toss him a yellow robe next, it might as well be urging him to raise the banner of rebellion.
Hah, he absolutely couldn’t let his master find out.
She’d probably declare herself the Grand Imperial Emperor and immediately appoint Elder Hanhe as the Crown Imperial Grandson.
"Hopefully, these things will never see the light of day. Best if they rot in the system’s storage."
Shaking his head, Li Mo dispelled the mental image.
Better to focus on mastering the Somersault Cloud for now...
He swallowed a Seven-Lined Clarity Pill, then retrieved the "Monkey Seeks the Dao" painting.
"Only Brother Monkey can calm my mind."
Just as Gentleman Li was about to immerse himself in meditation—
Splash—
The sound of water came from beside him.
Inside the shimmering bathtub, Ying Bing had been about to rise when she suddenly froze, a flush creeping up her snow-white neck.
She had forgotten something.
Her birthday was approaching—she would soon turn seventeen, and her body had been growing quickly.
Her undergarments no longer fit properly. While the Jade Phoenix Form allowed her to alter her appearance and attire, it didn’t extend to the most intimate layers.
She had meant to buy new ones on the way back today.
But after slipping her hand into the young man’s pocket, she had completely forgotten.
She couldn’t very well step out with nothing underneath...
"......"
Ying Bing grabbed the floating bobblehead doll and searched through it.
A few seconds later.
Plop—
The chibi version of Li Mo plopped back onto the water's surface against her chest, splashing lightly.
Ying Bing pressed her jade-like lips together, hugging her slender legs as she sat in the wooden tub.
Nothing.
After a pause, her voice—cool, calm, and utterly 'composed'—drifted from behind the folding screen:
"Li Mo, I forgot something."
"What?"
"My clothes."
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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
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.”
