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...
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.”
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?"
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
