The next morning.
"Almost... just a little more."
Li Mo, who had lost over a dozen times the previous day, woke from his dreams, the golden-red flames in his eyes slowly fading.
To be honest, young Li was feeling a bit impatient.
Challenging the same boss and getting defeated over ten times in a row, each time in a different way—any normal person would be boiling with frustration.
Not to mention, he had genuinely experienced life-and-death crises each time. Yet, in the end, he still managed to rein in his temper. At the time, he had thought to himself that when he woke up the next day, he absolutely wouldn’t let the ice block laugh at him...
Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with warmth.
"How many times did you lose last night?"
A clear, melodious voice came from the tea table.
"The first eleven times, I didn’t win. The last time... he didn’t lose."
Li Mo spoke with a straight face, playing with the words "win" and "lose."
"?"
"Alright, fine. I didn’t win a single time. Go ahead and laugh."
Li Mo resigned himself to defeat.
"Losing over ten times means you never relied on your divine weapon. You were genuinely honing your skills. That’s commendable."
Ying Bing’s voice was soft, and she rarely spoke this much at once.
"!"
Li Mo froze, unable to resist looking up at Ying Bing.
Bathed in the golden morning light, she held a cup of tea, her presence so ethereal it could make one mistake her for a piece of warm jade radiating mist.
The ice block was as radiant as the sunlight outside, her eyes carrying a faint trace of amusement—not mockery, but encouragement and praise.
Instantly, Li Mo’s mood brightened.
"How did you lose the last time?"
"Ah, I was so close! I had already knocked away his Solar Radiance Wheel, but when I closed in, it suddenly turned into a burst of sunlight..."
Li Mo recounted the details of last night’s battle, letting Ying Bing analyze it for him.
As they talked, the two packed their few belongings and headed downstairs for their final breakfast in the Southern Border. After today, they would be back in their hometown of Qinghe County.
The morning bustle of Jiawei Tavern was as lively as ever. The Southern Border’s damp chill gave locals the habit of drinking morning wine, so the place was already packed early in the day.
Li Mo led Ying Bing to their usual spot and ordered a few local breakfast dishes.
Their arrival caused a momentary hush in the tavern.
But soon, the noise resumed.
They were indeed famous, often the topic of conversation among the patrons. But gossip was gossip—just like in real life, when people suddenly spot a celebrity, who in their right mind would actually go up and greet them?
Especially with the Frost Fairy sitting there.
Today, she had changed back into her blue-and-white porcelain dress, accentuating her slender, delicate figure. Her fair skin almost seemed like actual porcelain.
Chewing quietly, her aloof demeanor was enough to deter any strangers from approaching.
Only occasionally would she dip a steamed bun in chili sauce and hand it to Li Mo across the table...
"What should we bring back for Mom and Dad...?"
"It’s already taken care of."
Ying Bing patted the big-headed doll’s head.
"!"
Li Mo, whose brain was already overheating from analyzing battle details, was momentarily stunned.
Since when had the ice block become so thoughtful?
It was hard to imagine her walking the streets alone, picking out gifts...
This trip to the Southern Border seemed to have changed more than just him...
"Here, ice block. Eat."
Li Mo picked up a chili-dipped bun and held it to Ying Bing’s lips.
Only after she took a bite did he grin and say,
"This bun is a reward for growing up."
"Childish..."
Ying Bing glanced up at him, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
After breakfast, he bid farewell to the tavern’s owners before stepping outside.
Just as he was wondering whether he should say goodbye to the soldiers of the Greenwood Barracks and Brother Donglai before leaving, a commotion rose behind him.
Of course.
A crowd of over a dozen people descending the stairs—how could that not make noise?
"Hall Master—"
"Though I am the esteemed Beast Hall Master, when outside, you must address me as ‘Proprietor.’"
"Understood, Hall Master. Will our food and lodging be reimbursed for this business trip?"
"..."
To be fair, these Demon Sect members disguised themselves well. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t be easily recognized.
But the problem was...
The Heavenly Venerable Immortal Li Mo had dealt with the Summoning Demons Sect far too often.
And he had the Divine Eye of Fate—whenever something felt off, he’d take a look.
[Name: Luo Yexian]
[Age: 72]
[Root Bone: Hundred Beasts Serpent Demon Body]
[Cultivation: Outer Scenery Sixth Heaven]
[Fate: Blue with Hints of Purple]
[Evaluation: Brother-in-law of the Summoning Demons Sect’s Young Master. Born without innate talent, he relied on the sect’s Hundred Beasts Blood Refinement to improve his aptitude, consuming vast amounts of mortal essence. His beastly nature is well-suppressed, and he is extremely cautious. Unfortunately, his potential is exhausted, leaving him forever stuck at Outer Scenery. Once collaborated with Han Zhen, hoping the latter would help him attain a Dharma Body.]
[Recent Events: Tracking mortal essence, searching for the mysterious ‘Heavenly Venerable Immortal.’ Currently, he has only confirmed that the target is within Greenwood City.]
Li Mo: "..."
So they really were Summoning Demons Sect members—even a Hall Master, no less! Probably even the superior of that unlucky Elder Yin Hua!
In a way, it was a coincidence they had stumbled into Jiawei Tavern.
But then again, sharing the same roof and still missing each other—wasn’t that also a coincidence?
"What’s wrong?"
Ying Bing noticed his gaze.
"Tell you later."
Li Mo lowered his voice. Once they had left the street, he summoned his Somersault Cloud, lifting them both into the sky.
The cloud didn’t leave Greenwood City, instead hovering midair.
"The Summoning Demons Sect is onto us."
"Those merchants earlier?"
Ying Bing’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze darkening.
She seemed to be considering how to deal with them...
Seeing her already plotting their demise, Li Mo shook his head.
"There are too many of them, and they’re all Outer and Inner Scenery cultivators. We can’t take them head-on."
"But we’re going home." Ying Bing frowned.
They couldn’t let these Demon Sect members follow them all the way back to Qinghe County. They had to settle this before leaving.
"Lure them to the Greenwood Barracks?"
"You didn’t see it—that Beast Hall Master just now, when someone spat on his shoe, he took it without a word. Someone that cautious is tricky to handle... Luckily, I came up with a plan in the meantime."
"What is it?"
"Congrats, ice block. Starting now, you’re the Holy Maiden of the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect!"
Li Mo said with utmost seriousness, handing her the Formless Glazed Veil.
After a moment’s thought, he also passed her the Buddhist prayer beads gifted by Brother Murong.
"?"
"It’s time for our performance!"
That’s right!
This was the plan devised by Golden Statue Award-winning Li Mo!
As a Best Actor, he had already made the name "Heavenly Venerable Immortal" resound across the Southern Border!
Now, with the Best Actor and Best Actress teaming up, what was a mere Beast Hall of the Summoning Demons Sect? Just a matter of flexing a little!
........

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?"

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.

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)

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.”