The dining table fell into an eerie silence.
That morning, Li Mo had prepared steamed buns, but the last one was snatched by the ice block—Ying Bing—who then... mercilessly dunked it into a bowl of vinegar.
Squelch—squelch—
The bun let out a despairing, terrified whimper as its pristine, translucent skin instantly turned pitch black.
Qin Yuzhi hadn’t even processed it yet. "Huh, isn’t that enough, Little Ice? It’s practically soaked black in vinegar."
Squelch... squelch!
Jiang Chulong pressed her lips together, as if she could already imagine the overwhelming sourness of that bun. A shiver ran down her fair neck.
Everyone else tilted their heads at a 45-degree angle, staring blankly into space as if their souls had left their bodies—except for...
"Then let’s go now."
Xie Xuanteng sprang to his feet, eager to set off.
"What’s the rush? Brothels don’t open this early in the morning," Li Mo shot him an exasperated look before clearing his throat.
"As everyone knows, a righteous gentleman like me has no interest in such frivolous places. This is absolutely not for personal gain."
"It’s just that Xie Xuan’s words this morning enlightened me, so I’m merely returning the favor..."
"You seem quite familiar with brothel operating hours."
"!"
Li Mo whipped his head around.
There stood the ice block, her gaze dark and unreadable, as she placed the vinegar-drenched bun into her mouth—expressionless.
"!!"
Everyone’s scalps tingled, shoulders hunching involuntarily.
How could she eat something that sour without flinching?
Wasn’t this the same as killing without blinking?!
This time, even the Three Heroes of Hengyun and Xie Xuan—whose cunning rivaled that of Senior Brother Xiaobao—wisely kept their mouths shut, all eyes turning to Li Mo.
Wife-Provoking Soul, how will you handle this?
But then again, Li Mo was nothing if not a genius.
A flash of inspiration struck him!
"Actually, I plan to take the ice block with me."
Ying Bing: "?"
Everyone else: "Huh???"
Not just their tablemates, but even the nearby prodigies of the Hidden Dragon Ranking fell into stunned silence, their eyes glazed over in disbelief.
Seriously, bro? You’re taking the second-ranked beauty on the Hundred Flowers Ranking to a brothel?
The entire Nine Heavens and Ten Lands regarded the Frost Fairy as an untouchable goddess, someone to be revered—yet here you are, dragging her to the red-light district and planning to throw money at other women right in front of her?
What kind of insane move is this?!
Who could possibly outlive you, Wife-Provoking Soul?!
"Wait, the House of Moonlit Pleasures doesn’t serve female patrons," Xie Xuan—ever the expert, having worked there—knew the rules inside out.
Li Mo took out a handkerchief and dabbed at Ying Bing’s crimson-stained lips.
"Simple. The ice block can just dress as a man."
With that, he turned to Ying Bing, gently taking her delicate hand—the one clutching the oversized doll—and murmured:
"We promised to explore the Imperial Capital together. Let’s start with the House of Moonlit Pleasures."
"..."
"Big sister, I want to see you in my clothes."
At this moment, Li Mo—who usually loved being called "gege"—deployed his ultimate move!
Ying Bing pressed her lips together. Lately, this childish fool seemed to have unlocked some hidden potential, calling her "big sister" at every turn.
And now, he’d added, "I want to see you in my clothes."
How was she supposed to counter that?
After a moment of silence, Ying Bing realized she couldn’t.
"...Fine."
"!!"
The moment the word left her lips, everyone present felt as if they’d been struck by lightning, thoroughly roasted.
Something even more unbelievable had happened—the Frost Fairy had agreed!
"Holy shit... is he actually a genius?"
Xie Xuan had initially been a bit skeptical of Li Mo.
But after witnessing this masterstroke, his head itched, as if something was about to sprout...
"As expected of him. I want to learn this too..."
Wu Chushu’s scalp went numb as he sucked in a sharp breath.
Bai Jinghong didn’t hold back his mockery: "Go ahead. I’ll root for you. The third on the Hundred Flowers Ranking is the Sect Master of Penglai Star Sect, the first is Her Majesty the Empress, and the fourth... is Hua Nongying. Which one are you planning to charm?"
"..."
How the hell was he supposed to pull that off? Did he want to start a rebellion, or did he think he could outplay the two greatest sirens of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands?
(Why two? Because the "sea" of Penglai Star Sect and the "sea" of the House of Moonlit Pleasures operated on entirely different wavelengths...)
Wu Chushu’s gaze toward Li Mo shifted to one of awed envy.
Meanwhile, Li Mo led Ying Bing back to his room and rummaged through his wardrobe, eventually selecting an opulent brocade robe—one he’d worn when he first arrived at the Qingyuan Sect, back when he was still a frail young master.
"I think I’ve outgrown this now."
Li Mo held the luxurious garment against himself.
"This one, then." Ying Bing took the robe, a faint softness flickering in her eyes.
So much time had passed. What had once been too small for him now seemed like it might fit her perfectly.
Some time later...
While Li Mo flipped through the "Muscle-Tendon Change Classic," sunlight poured into the room—third-ranked on the Hidden Dragon list—gilding every elegant furnishing in gold, filling the space with radiance.
Ying Bing stepped through the shimmering light, emerging from behind the screen. The robe was slightly oversized on her, but that worked in her favor, downplaying her... generous proportions.
Her jade-like face, crowned with a silver hairpiece, and her serene phoenix eyes exuded both nobility and grace.
Of course, that alone wouldn’t fool the seasoned merchants of the pleasure quarters.
The real key was the Formless Glazed Veil, which truly rendered Ying Bing indistinguishable from a man.
"Well?"
Ying Bing smoothed out the robe’s wrinkles, breathing in its familiar scent.
"Incredible, Ice Block."
Li Mo’s copy of the "Muscle-Tendon Change Classic" slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a thud, but he was too stunned to even close his gaping mouth, let alone pick up the book.
He’d worried Ying Bing might be uncomfortable in men’s clothing.
What he didn’t know was that in her past life, Ying Bing had weathered many storms. Her peerless beauty had often invited unnecessary trouble, so she’d occasionally disguised herself as a man for convenience.
"Really?"
Ying Bing’s face suddenly drew closer.
"!"
Li Mo realized she had one hand braced against the wall behind him.
Wait, was this...?
He was being pinned—no, wall-slammed—by the ice block! And she was so close he could catch the faint fragrance of her lips when she spoke... but the moment passed in a flash.
Ying Bing shot him a quiet glare before draping the Formless Glazed Veil over herself.
"Let’s go."
Lately, he’d been overusing his ultimate moves.
So the wicked ice block had... launched a sneak attack!
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?"
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?"
