"Phew..."
Tendrils of smoke curled from Li Mo's body as the thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air. He exhaled a white breath.
His body was riddled with bloody holes—his meridians had ruptured. Never before had he channeled the power of the world through himself for so long.
Most of the enemy forces had already scattered, too terrified to even glance back.
But some disaster beasts, sharp as they were, sensed his weakness.
Weakness? At this point, he barely felt like his body belonged to him anymore.
The only thing he could register clearly...
The winters in the southern borderlands were bitterly cold.
Li Mo swayed, his legs giving out as he started to fall backward. Yet, instead of the hard ground, the back of his head met something unexpectedly...
Soft and springy.
Sensing the shift, Li Mo tilted his head up.
There she was—Ying Bing, her face frosty, her gaze icy and profound as it locked onto the malicious eyes lurking in the chaos of battle.
Her expression was unreadable, yet the pressure she exuded was overwhelming.
But lying in her arms, his head cushioned against her, he couldn’t deny the warmth and softness enveloping him.
Damn this sense of security.
Blinking wearily, Li Mo muttered with forced seriousness,
"Ice block, you might as well have let me hit the ground."
Ying Bing wiped the blood from his face, her brows knitting slightly.
"Uncomfortable?"
"Too comfortable. Feels so good I might just pass out."
"Then sleep."
She pulled out her jade hairpin, letting her silky black hair cascade down. The pin, after all, was just an ordinary trinket—fragile.
Li Mo: "......?"
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
In the stories he’d read, when the mood reached this point, shouldn’t she be slapping his face in a panic, begging him not to close his eyes, terrified he’d never wake again?
Well, even if she slapped his handsome face swollen now, it wouldn’t stop him from drifting off.
His thoughts grew heavier, dragging his eyelids down with them.
Faintly, he heard the city gates behind him burst open—the sound of soldiers charging out in formation.
The last thing he saw before darkness took him was a single feather.
It looked like the most exquisite creation in the world, the kind of thing you’d remember forever.
Even a phoenix’s feather couldn’t compare, could it?
......
Southern Pass, Prince of Zhennan’s residence.
A figure on horseback skidded to a dusty, frantic stop at the gates. Without hesitation, he shoved the doors open.
Had it been anyone else, the guards would’ve restrained them immediately. But they didn’t dare stop him.
"Where’s my father?!" Zhong Zhenyue bellowed at the steward.
"His Highness was summoned to the imperial capital days ago by His Majesty’s decree. He’s long since left the residence," the steward replied, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Impossible!" Zhong Zhenyue’s eyes widened.
The steward sighed. "It’s the truth. How could I lie to you?"
Zhong Zhenyue already knew the answer—he just refused to accept it. He stormed into his father’s courtyard, only to find a lone mulberry tree standing bleakly in the winter wind.
He and Zhong Ling searched everywhere, but the towering figure he idolized was nowhere to be found.
"Father really left... for the capital?"
Zhong Zhenyue’s face paled.
"Commander Qu... lied to us?" Zhong Ling bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Under what circumstances would Qu Sheng deceive them?
Without their father’s reinforcements, how could Qingmu City hold against the disaster beasts and the allied armies?
They’d be lucky to last seven days!
Zhong Zhenyue couldn’t bear to think further.
"Zhenyue, what are you doing?"
"I’m going back to Qingmu City—to stand with Li Mo and the others!"
"What good will that do? Throw your life away? The priority is catching up to Father and telling him about Qingmu’s situation!"
......
Qingyuan Sect, Main Peak Hall.
The crackling of beast-fat charcoal echoed hollowly through the grand hall, amplifying the oppressive silence.
The elders sat in a circle, none speaking.
"If the Southern Pass falls, the flames of war will spread to the Eastern Wasteland Domain. You all know why."
"Stay or leave—we must decide together."
Shangguan Wencang broke the silence, puffing on his pipe.
"Our roots are here. Without Qingyuan, can we still call ourselves the Qingyuan Sect?"
Qian Bufan sighed, chewing absentmindedly on a meat-stuffed bun, his expression lost.
Purple Sun Prefecture was a fief granted by the imperial court.
Leaving sounded simple, but if they abandoned it, they couldn’t just set up shop elsewhere—those lands belonged to others.
Unless they fled north to the frozen borders or overseas, where no one ruled.
But that would mean the sect existed in name only.
"I say we fight those damned beasts! If we die, we die on our own land!"
Elder Han He slammed his fist down, furious.
"Han He, old man, I like the way you think!"
Shang Wu thumped her gourd of wine and gave a thumbs-up:
"When I ascend the throne, I’ll name you crown prince, and Elder Qian can be my grand heir."
The beauty of a master had clearly entered battle mode—her opening move was the classic "Start a Fight" technique.
As the inventor of the technique, she was a natural.
One sentence, two people offended.
Qian Bufan: "?"
Han He: "?"
Even if the Great Shang Dynasty hadn’t fallen, the throne wouldn’t be yours to claim.
"I think we should gather our most valuable resources first and observe how things unfold," Xue Jing interjected, his face lined with worry.
He tried to reassure them:
"Isn’t the Prince of Zhennan still here? He’s a Divine General. If Qingmu City can hold out long enough for his reinforcements, it won’t come to the worst."
The elders nodded, but their unease didn’t fade.
Two of their sect’s most treasured disciples were still in Qingmu City.
But those two were already peerless among their generation. Surely they could hold out until help arrived...
Right? It couldn’t be the worst-case scenario...
Just then, Xiao Qin burst in, panting heavily—his usual composure shattered.
"What’s wrong? Weren’t you out training?"
"I saw a contingent in the Eastern Wasteland Domain! They came from the southern border!"
"And they flew the Prince of Zhennan’s banner!"
??!
The elders’ faces drained of color.
If the Prince of Zhennan wasn’t in the south but here in the Eastern Wasteland...
Then who would save Qingmu City?
Clang—
Shang Wu’s wine gourd hit the floor. The usually carefree master of Qunyu Peak looked shaken for the first time.
That idiot wouldn’t actually stay behind in Qingmu City, would he? Ready to die with it?
He couldn’t be that stupid... He couldn’t...
Shang Wu frantically shook the Harmony Bell.
But no matter how long she waited, there was no answer.
"Shang Wu! Where are you going?"
"He’s under my protection! Let’s see which bastard dares touch my disciple!"
"Are you insane? By the time you get there, it’ll be too late! You’re just throwing your life away!"
"Junior Sister, calm down! We’ll figure something out. First, we confirm Li Mo and Ying Bing’s safety, then plan an extraction..."
The hall descended into chaos.
Meanwhile...
Yantian Sect.
Tian Miao ascended the steps as she had done the day before, climbing to the summit of the towering Star Observation Platform—a place only a select few, including her master and fellow disciples, were permitted to reach.
Before long, she caught sight of her master standing motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
"Master, what troubles you?"
Tian Miao hurriedly reached for blood-restoring elixirs.
But the elderly woman shook her head, remaining silent. Puzzled, Tian Miao leaned closer and noticed her master holding a jade slip inscribed with azure veins.
Upon it was written in bold strokes:
"Li Mo, the Wife-Fortune Battle Soul, entered the battlefield with the might of one against ten thousand. Amidst the enemy legions, he slew Han Zhen in single combat."
"Ying Bing, the Frost Fairy, aided the fray with her zither’s melody before manifesting a True Phoenix, driving back high-tier calamity beasts and slaying thousands of them. Her presence alone forced tens of thousands of enemy troops from the Southern Border into retreat."
Tian Miao’s lips parted, but no sound escaped.
She wondered if she was still dreaming.
Could these truly be feats worthy of the Hidden Dragon Ranking?
Even if placed on the Human Ranking or Earth Ranking, such achievements would seem exaggerated!
Yet the names Li Mo and Ying Bing were undeniably there.
How was this possible?
"Master, should this be sent to the Dragon Gate... to be published?"
"Unprecedented in all of history, it deserves to be known across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
Tian Miao took the report, her astonishment growing with each word she read.
This might very well be the most extraordinary record in the entire history of the Hidden Dragon Ranking—a feat that would overshadow even the most illustrious names ever inscribed upon it.
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)
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.
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
