The moonlight bathed the rooftop, and the surroundings of the Autumn Water Pavilion were silent, save for the occasional chirping of birds and the faint sound of their master’s teeth grinding in his sleep, adding to the serene atmosphere.
Li Mo sat upright, holding a certain ice block-like figure as soft as jade in his arms, one hand resting on her slender waist and the other on her thigh.
Ying Bing remained expressionless, feeling the warmth radiating from the hands on her waist and thigh. She pursed her lips, motionless as if under a paralysis spell. Her gaze was deep and unfathomable as she lowered her eyes.
It felt... hot.
"You..."
"Forty, it's forty. As a blacksmith, it's only reasonable to carry a second hammer, right?"
"......"
How strange. The law of complementary softness and hardness seemed to have failed on young Li Mo—his mouth could still remain so stubbornly firm!
After saying this, Li Mo felt the delicate hand resting on his shoulder curl into a tight fist.
Looking up, he saw Ying Bing’s deep, unreadable gaze as she spoke softly, "Truly, the pinnacle of physical refinement—your body is like a weapon..."
Li Mo thought for a moment and replied, "I’ve improved a little recently. It’s not just the pinnacle—it’s perfection. My body is now like a legendary weapon."
"?"
Ying Bing was momentarily stunned, her cold and aloof face betraying surprise.
The body was the hardest to temper. She had endured the torment of the Moon’s Yin energy since childhood to forge her icy jade-like physique. Yet, even so, her physical strength had always been slightly inferior to his.
Now, the gap was likely... even wider.
The countdown to the rankings was drawing closer...
Still, her spiritual strength should give her the upper hand, and she wouldn’t suffer another disadvantage against divine weapons.
The energies of Yin and Yang surged, her Moon’s Will resonating with the celestial orb above as time flowed quietly.
Before they knew it, midnight arrived.
The system was never late or absent:
[Scanning all prodigies within the Eastern Wasteland Domain, Yunzhou, and the Southern Frontier...]
[Comparing combat prowess...]
[50th among the three regions’ prodigies: Huang Donglai.]
[49th among the three regions’ prodigies: Du Yu.]
...
Ying Bing watched the rankings intently, her eyes fixed without blinking.
Soon, the list reached the top ten.
At first, Li Mo’s posture could still be considered that of a gentleman—he didn’t dare move recklessly. But after a while, he noticed that the ice block kept lowering her gaze, staring at a particular spot.
Moreover, her soft, fragrant body seemed slightly tense.
"What’s the ice block looking at?"
Curiosity getting the better of him, Li Mo also looked down.
The moment he did, his vision was obscured, and he nearly recoiled from the bounce-back effect.
"Mmm..."
"?"
Ying Bing shuddered, her tense body softening slightly. She pursed her lips, wanting to glare at Li Mo, but his vision was already blocked.
The warmth of his breath brushed against her skin, sending a ticklish sensation straight to her heart.
Just as the ice block was about to say something, the system’s ranking reached its conclusion.
[2nd among the three regions’ prodigies: Ying Bing.]
[1st among the three regions’ prodigies: Li Mo.]
[Congratulations, Host, for securing second place. Keep up the good work.]
[Please promptly locate the victor and fulfill the loser’s punishment... Oh? Detecting that the Host is currently seated in the victor’s lap. I’ll take my leave now—wouldn’t want to disturb~]
"......"
After its cheeky remark, the system vanished without giving anyone a chance to retort.
"Huh?"
Li Mo, his face still buried against her, suddenly noticed something odd.
The ice block’s heartbeat, already not slow to begin with, was now accelerating.
Not only was it faster, but the sound of her pulse also seemed louder than before.
Baffled, Li Mo asked, "Ice block?"
"Why do you keep scratching your neck lately?"
Ying Bing posed a seemingly random question—one even she didn’t know why she asked.
Her gaze fell on the faint red marks on the young man’s neck, likely from his own scratching.
Li Mo was puzzled but nodded.
"My neck’s been itchy lately, like mosquito bites. But my physique is this strong—what mosquito could even leave a mark? It’s gotten worse recently, and ointment doesn’t help."
"Really weird. Ice block, any ideas?"
"......"
Ying Bing recalled the scenes from her dreams.
Come to think of it, Qin Yuzhi had once mentioned that dreams and reality were connected in some intangible way, capable of influencing each other.
The stronger one’s mastery of dream-related arts, the more pronounced this effect.
But she had never cultivated dream arts, nor was her cultivation level high enough for dreams and reality to intertwine to this extent...
Still, now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
"I don’t know either," Ying Bing murmured softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze.
"Damn it."
As everyone knew, the ice block was vast and profound in knowledge.
If even she had no solution, he—merely "broad and deep"—stood no chance... Hm?
When he was little and got bitten by mosquitoes, what had his mother done?
A lightbulb went off in Li Mo’s head.
"Hey, even if we don’t know the cause, I think I’ve got a solution!"
"What is it?"
"Saliva. When I was a kid and got bitten, my mom would dab saliva on the bite and then reinforce it with a 'seal.'"
With that, Li Mo mimicked the method, carving a cross-shaped mark on Ying Bing’s wrist with his fingernail.
Ying Bing pursed her lips. "Will... that really work?"
"Of course! My mom’s methods were always reliable. But I can’t see my own neck..."
Li Mo blinked. "Sis, help me out?"
"......"
Ying Bing bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes shimmering like rippling moonlight.
"Sis, it’s itchy..."
"Really... you’re impossible."
With that, Ying Bing suddenly lowered her head.
Li Mo froze as he felt something warm and slightly ticklish on his neck, followed by a gentle nibbling sensation.
It reminded him of the long-haired calico cat he had owned in his past life—beautiful but aloof, indifferent to strangers and even to him, its caretaker.
Except when it was time for breakfast. Then, it would jump onto the bed and lick his neck.
"Still... itchy?" Ying Bing lifted her head, her eyes hazy.
"Uh... yeah!"
The virtuous young man Li Mo felt the warmth on his neck cool rapidly.
The itch there was gone.
But now, it felt like something was stirring inside his chest, itching to break free...
So he nodded earnestly in confirmation.
As everyone knew, the mosquito-bite remedy involved two steps: applying saliva and sealing the mark.
But the ice block had merged them into one!
The ice block was a genius!
The silvery moonlight draped over the two figures on the rooftop.
At first, they were both stiff—especially the expressionless Ice Fairy.
But gradually, she seemed to melt like an ice block in someone’s embrace...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
