"Would the young master like to see this style as well?"
After selling a few of her prized pieces made of pearl-white lotus silk, the shopkeeper knew she had a wealthy customer and her smile grew even warmer.
"Your wife must also be from the Central Plains, right? Take a look at this one."
"Central Plains style?"
Li Mo studied the modest, tightly wrapped garment and said with a straight face, "I think it’s quite nice, but she probably wouldn’t like it."
"What about this one?"
"This Central Plains style hasn’t quite captured the essence—lacks a bit of refinement..."
"......"
The shopkeeper stared at the young man for a few seconds, secretly amused.
She then brought out a Southern Border style.
"How about this?"
Young Master Li Mo fell silent. It wasn’t a two-piece set but a one-piece, made of semi-transparent black butterfly silk.
If paired with those special stockings...
Of course, he was a pure-minded young man.
But as everyone knew, Li Mo was a genius with an excellent imagination.
And his mind was vivid—automatically conjuring up the effect of wearing it.
"Adapting to local customs is only natural."
"......"
Young Master Li Mo believed that an upright heart fears no shadows.
Buying clothing that aligned with Southern Border traditions was perfectly reasonable.
Well, he did keep a few normal pieces too.
The shopkeeper insisted on giving them as gifts—she just wouldn’t take no for an answer.
......
At the inn.
After soaking in the medicinal bath for nearly an hour, the steam and herbal essence had drawn out a delicate fragrance and flushed Ying Bing’s fair skin.
"He’s still not back..."
She knew it hadn’t been long, yet every second felt unbearably slow.
Just as she was about to wrap herself in her phoenix-qi robe and step out, the window rattled—Li Mo had returned.
"Did you buy them?"
"I had the shopkeeper pick some out for me."
"Let me see."
"Here."
Ying Bing had barely taken the bag when—
"There’s more. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I bought a variety."
And so.
A few minutes later, Ying Bing stared at the pile of bags stacked beside the bathtub, her phoenix-like eyes blinking slowly.
Alright.
This was just like him. Last time at the tailor’s, he bought so much that the 200-pound shop owner had to learn how to sprint like a martial artist.
Thinking this, she glanced toward the folding screen where the young man’s shadow sat rigidly at the table. Only then did she rise from the bath with a splash and open one of the bags.
The fabric felt familiar...
Ying Bing closed the bag, expressionless, and picked up another.
The second one...
The third...
Her grip tightened on the bag.
"Li Mo, these clothes you bought..."
Li Mo sat upright, unshaken. "Southern Border local styles. The shopkeeper said we should adapt to local customs, and I thought it made sense."
"But... so many..."
"Business must be slow for her lately. You know me—I can’t stand seeing people upset. She insisted on giving them, so I took them all."
Even when spouting nonsense, Li Mo’s tone was impeccably earnest.
"......"
Among this pile of clothes, barely any could be called "modest."
The "local customs" content was off the charts.
Is this how a gentleman interprets "adapting to local customs"?
"Wearing these might as well be the same as wearing nothing."
Ying Bing’s voice was soft but pointed.
"Sister, wear them?"
Young Master Li Mo blurted out without thinking.
Mostly because last time he used this trick, the ice block had actually eaten the food he fed her.
Behind the screen.
The silhouette of her graceful figure froze for a split second.
"......"
A moment later.
The frosty immortal emerged from her bath, her damp hair clinging to her fair neck, her moonlit skin glowing with a soft luster, her gaze as cool and distant as ever.
But she had draped her feathered robe over herself again.
"What are you thinking about?"
"There’s a martial art that lets one see through illusions. If one’s vision were sharp enough, could they see through..."
Li Mo was pondering the concept of the "Fiery Golden Eyes."
If he upgraded the "Monkey Seeks the Dao" technique, wouldn’t this be one of its abilities?
"Want to know?"
She studied the young man’s expression—righteous yet slightly guilty—and narrowed her beautiful eyes.
"!"
Young Master Li Mo stiffened.
Earlier, the hardest part of him had been his mouth. Now, that might change very soon.
This sudden question hit with the same lethality as the classic line:
"I bought a very sexy swimsuit."
As the youngest in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, her title alone spoke volumes—aloof, untouchable, like the moon itself. Cold and sacred, seemingly within reach yet forever distant.
And now, fresh from her bath.
Wearing the clothes he had just picked out.
She stepped closer, her gaze deep, and whispered by his ear:
"I won’t tell you."
"???"
Young Master Li Mo never expected the ice block to actually turn mischievous!
This new, wicked version of her was doing it on purpose!
Now, the young man who had so eagerly embraced "local customs" was reaping what he sowed. He could only hurry into the bath, bending awkwardly to test the water temperature before submerging himself with a long exhale.
"The water’s a bit cold. Shouldn’t you change—"
"I’ll just heat it with my inner energy. Wastefulness is shameful."
"......"
Ying Bing sat at the edge of the bed, listening to the splashing water, momentarily dazed.
Only now did she realize what she had just done.
She glanced down at her collar, fingers curling slightly as a faint glow of qi flickered—she had quietly changed what was underneath.
"Just throw them away..."
Muttering to herself, she tossed the discarded garments into the basket.
Wait.
When they cultivated together, their minds linked. Even if she didn’t say it...
Before long.
Li Mo stepped out from behind the screen, using his qi to dry himself, only to find Ying Bing already seated, communing with the Jade Phoenix Spirit.
She’s already started training? He had hoped to ask her about it indirectly.
With his "72 Transformations" perfected, he no longer needed to commune with the Jade Phoenix Spirit. Tonight, he planned to refine the "Monkey Seeks the Dao" technique.
Just as he was about to step out for fresh air, her voice stopped him.
"Li Mo."
"Hm?"
"Some of my clothes... they’re not dry yet."
Their clothes never needed air-drying.
The "Li Mo Brand Dryer" came highly recommended by all who used it.
Li Mo nodded, picking up the basket. He intended to dry them while getting some air, but the garments inside looked familiar.
The pearl-white lotus silk undergarments—the most expensive piece he had bought.
Huh? Wait.
Weren’t these just purchased?
He turned back in confusion, only for the door to snap shut behind him.
She... wore them?
Young Master Li Mo lifted the garment.
"......"
"Tsk..."
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
