The Ice Block's boudoir seemed less austere than before, especially on the vanity table, where numerous trinkets were displayed—birthday gifts Li Mo had given her over the years.
Li Mo sat on the Cold Marrow Jade bed, breathing in the faint, chilly fragrance before exhaling deeply.
What material was the Ice Block's bed made of? So cool and comfortable...
Ying Bing sat beside him, removing her shoes and socks. Just as her snow-white feet were about to rest on the bed, she noticed a certain rebellious hand already hovering eagerly nearby.
"You promised not to misbehave."
"I know, I’ve been gripping the hammer too much lately—just feel the urge to grab something..."
Noticing the slight narrowing of Ying Bing’s eyes, Li Mo put on a solemn expression and used his left hand to forcibly drag his right hand back into submission.
Then, Ying Bing picked up a booklet from the bedside and handed it to him. On the cover was written The Harmony of Yin and Yang, the former sect leader’s "carefully selected" manual given by the Qin Sect Leader.
"I’ve already studied it."
"Read it again. I’ve made revisions and annotations."
Li Mo immediately straightened with respect.
This martial art must indeed have considerable merit if it warranted annotations from the Ice Block herself.
It also proved that the Joyful Ancestor truly had some authority in the Dao of Yin and Yang.
If it were the scribbles of a mediocre student, a teacher wouldn’t even bother correcting them...
Flipping through the booklet again, Li Mo found that while the core principles remained unchanged, the methodology had been refined according to The Phoenix Cries in Heavenly Marsh.
In fact, one could even call it The Phoenix Cries in Heavenly Marsh: Yin-Yang Edition.
On the last page, a line was circled in vermilion:
"During dual cultivation, one must maintain clarity of mind and purity of heart. Otherwise, the imbalance of Yin and Yang may grow fervent..."
In simpler terms—
No impure thoughts allowed.
"Mm, otherwise, one risks straying onto the crooked path of the Joyful Sect."
Ying Bing pressed a slender, jade-like finger against Li Mo’s forehead and said with utmost seriousness:
"So, you must be especially focused."
"My greatest strength is my concentration!"
Li Mo declared with unyielding resolve, his expression as firm as steel.
Ying Bing leaned closer, her autumn-water eyes narrowing slightly as they fixed on him. "No mischief, and no thoughts of mischief either."
"I..."
Her rosy lips parted, her voice carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
Suddenly, Li Mo remembered the soy milk he’d drunk a few days ago—no wonder it had an unusual, non-soybean sweetness...
So that was why the Ice Block was deliberately keeping things serious—to keep him in check.
If impure thoughts arose and led them astray, who knew what consequences might follow...
"I... um, I probably, maybe, won’t." Even Li Mo’s famously stubborn mouth had softened.
"......"
Ying Bing pressed her lips together, watching as Li Mo—already brimming with yang energy—showed signs of overheating. Eventually, she sighed faintly.
She couldn’t let him stay like this forever.
Today, he was pretending to be ill, but prolonged imbalance would make it real...
"Take off your clothes... the upper garment."
"Alright."
Li Mo removed his Pure Yang robe, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it onto the bed with a plop.
His physique had reached new heights—chiseled like an axe-carved sculpture, with a faint metallic sheen, as if freshly forged.
When Ying Bing’s pale, delicate fingers touched his chest, they trembled slightly, just like her cool, composed gaze.
"Turn around."
"Mm..."
The Frost Fairy had devised a solution.
She had Li Mo sit at the head of the bed, facing away from her, while she worked from behind, starting with the acupoints on his back.
This way, Li Mo’s gaze would be fixed on the window, unable to see her—preventing his eyes from developing their own ideas and corrupting his mind...
The abundant yang energy flowed, strand by strand, into her cool fingertips, guided by the method from The Phoenix Cries in Heavenly Marsh.
The divine intent of the Supreme Yin coursed through him, and Li Mo felt like a traveler who had wandered the desert for too long, finally stumbling upon an oasis after a long drought.
Too bad this oasis was only the size of Ying Bing’s palm.
Gradually, his acupoints filled with pure spiritual energy. Without even needing to focus, he could sense himself rapidly approaching the seventh aperture of Insight, even faintly brushing against the bottleneck.
Fortunately, he didn’t need to dwell on it—which was why it remained just a vague sensation.
Li Mo sat stiffly upright, his expression solemn, savoring the cool, jade-like touch against his back. He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
The Ice Block’s hands were so refreshingly cold—so pleasant to the touch...
The only downside was that only that one spot was cool.
Come to think of it, her hands and feet seemed to be the same temperature. So, was it possible that...
Whoosh—
The moment the thought surfaced, the previously calm yang energy in his body suddenly surged like a spark landing on dry tinder.
"!"
Seriously? Even this counted? The Harmony of Yin and Yang was way too strict!
Li Mo felt a dull ache spread through his meridians.
As everyone knew, heat expanded while cold contracted, and warmth naturally transferred from hotter objects to cooler ones...
His yang energy raged, surging toward the icy chill on his back!
"Li Mo, you..."
Ying Bing pressed her lips tightly together, her palm tingling with numbness—a sensation that seemed to creep up her fingers...
She tried to restore the balance of yin and yang, but it wasn’t something she could control alone.
Once the path deviated, the destination grew further and further away...
Tap—
To make matters worse, a figure appeared outside the door. Shang Wu stood curiously at the entrance to Li Mo’s room.
"Hm? Where’s my precious disciple? He was here just now... unless..."
Shang Wu tilted her head.
Then, glancing back, she paused.
"Wasn’t Little Bing’s door slightly open earlier? Why is it closed now?"
Muttering to herself, she headed downstairs.
Behind the now-shut door, Ying Bing’s delicate earlobes burned crimson. She shot a reproachful glare at the instigator of this mess.
Now...
The raging imbalance of yin and yang was beyond salvaging. The only way out was to reduce their intensity—either by releasing the excess or letting them cancel each other out.
"I..."
"Don’t move."
With a light grit of her teeth, Ying Bing swiftly returned. She had intended to grab Li Mo’s hands, but she misjudged his weight—instead, she lost her balance and tumbled forward.
Her stumble sent her crashing into Li Mo.
Pressed against his chest through the fabric of his clothes, her icy cheek could feel the scorching heat of his skin and the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat.
Ying Bing froze.
For some reason, she recalled the days when she had suffered from extreme cold. If only she had had such a warm embrace back then—perhaps the pain wouldn’t have been so unbearable? After all, this embrace was so cozy and comforting, melting her like snow...
What a coincidence.
Li Mo, holding the trembling, fragrant jade in his arms, realized how limited his experience had been in certain aspects.
A cold body pressed against his was indeed incredibly pleasant.
Far more so than he’d imagined.
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
