Holding the cold, fragrant "ice block" in his arms and feeling the astonishing elasticity of her waist, Li Mo pondered how to unleash the true power of the divine sword.
Currently wielding the Celestial Sword, he found it only slightly stronger than his previous weapon, the Profound Blade Chixiao. And most of the time, Chixiao made its appearances in the kitchen...
"Li Mo, divine weapons possess spirits, each with its own temperament," Ying Bing said softly, turning her gaze toward him.
"The Celestial Sword is named so because both heaven and mortals have the chance to wield it."
"It doesn’t prioritize swordsmanship talent?" Li Mo was taken aback.
Right—why would the "ice block" hand him a sword he couldn’t use?
"Its previous master had sword skills bordering on the Dao, creating a swordplay technique that, while not a divine art, surpassed one—the Art of Chess Swordplay," Ying Bing explained earnestly.
A faint glimmer of understanding pierced the fog in Li Mo’s mind.
"So, the more sword techniques I master, the greater my control over the Celestial Sword?"
"Mm, that’s your strength."
Ying Bing gave a slight nod.
She had always found Li Mo’s swordsmanship talent peculiar.
If one said he was gifted, his swordplay lacked any spark of originality, following no personal style. Yet if one called him untalented, he mastered techniques with uncanny ease.
Perhaps "mechanical but precise" described him best.
"So that’s how it is. Perfect!"
Li Mo was overjoyed. With two thousand years of martial insights still at his disposal, he had more than enough to work with.
See? The "ice block" always gave him inspiration.
The thought of wielding a divine sword and making a name for himself as a dashing, wind-like hero filled him with excitement.
If the "ice block" were here, he’d definitely pull her in for a kiss...
Wait.
She was here—and currently in his arms.
Ying Bing glanced around.
The night was cool as water, the stream murmured softly, and the trees cast hazy shadows—a secluded spot with no one in sight.
"Li Mo, do you hear that buzzing sound?"
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Having his line stolen left Li Mo feeling... abruptly bald.
"You attract mosquitoes easily. Your seal needs reinforcement."
Ying Bing looked down at him, her usually serene eyes now flowing like autumn water.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse, but tonight, the evening star shone exceptionally vivid. A few magpies fluttered up from the woods into the night sky, returning from their hunt to feed their chicks.
A warm, tingling sensation spread across his neck, leaving Li Mo momentarily dazed.
But after so long, even his lagging brain noticed something odd.
This "seal reinforcement" was taking an unusually long time.
Am I some kind of delicacy?
Does she need to savor me bite by bite?
Li Mo grew suspicious but lacked evidence.
"Ice block, it seems you’ve taught me more than just swords and divine weapons."
"Did you learn well?" Teacher Han Xianzi asked, as if conducting a solemn and serious lesson.
Whenever she instructed him, an air of sacred rigor enveloped her.
"You know I’m a slow learner—just like that bird that fell from the tree earlier."
Li Mo wore an expression of utmost righteousness, declaring himself both inept and studious, brimming with curiosity.
"Haven’t mastered it yet. A few more repetitions should do."
"Do I look like a fool to you?"
Ying Bing’s ethereally beautiful face remained stern.
"You look lovely either way."
"Fine then."
Li Mo gulped as the "ice block" leaned closer, her hair tickling his neck.
The next moment, a faint sting—her teeth had grazed his skin.
Bewildered, he touched his neck, fingertips brushing over tiny tooth marks. Looking down, he saw his usually aloof teacher wearing a faint, mischievous smile.
Oh no—it’s the bad ice block!
She’d just taken a bite out of him!
Realization struck, and Li Mo declared with righteous indignation:
"I’m biting back."
"How petty."
"A gentleman never falters in vengeance. As a man of honor, I yield to no one."
Ying Bing suddenly rose from his embrace, her gaze dripping with amusement as she looked down at him like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Next time, then. ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold.’"
"???"
"Enough fooling around. I’ve just broken through and need to consolidate my realm."
Ying Bing deftly gathered her hair with a jade hairpin, tying it into a neat bun.
"Need any help?"
Li Mo coughed lightly but didn’t immediately stand.
Ying Bing tapped his forehead lightly, as if reading his thoughts.
"No need. Focus on bonding with the Celestial Sword first."
"No matter how fast you learn, it still takes time. The Dragon’s Ascent Tournament is in half a month."
That night, above the bustling Step Cloud Pavilion, a somersault cloud soared over the crowd and landed atop the tower.
In the imperial capital, only nobles were permitted to fly—but taking the main entrance would invite too much trouble.
Today’s events alone could fuel storytellers under Heaven’s Bridge for dozens of retellings.
Back in his room as the tournament’s fourth seed, Li Mo examined himself in the mirror.
A string of faint red marks and a small bite adorned his neck.
Though he hadn’t activated his cultivation earlier, the "ice block’s" teeth were surprisingly sharp...
Shaking off distractions, he set aside thoughts of the divine sword—that would take time.
For now...
Li Mo checked his investment returns.
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment in ‘Jiang Chulong’: one top-tier named weapon.]
[Return: White Dragon Form Diagram.]
A scroll appeared on the table, depicting a majestic white dragon—its aura imposing, commanding wind, thunder, and rain as if embodying the fury of the heavens.
Princess Jiang’s Dragon-Slaying Sword Art was progressing swiftly.
Her speed in defeating projections of true dragons grew with each attempt.
This diagram would likely yield White Dragon’s essence blood in the future.
Once obtained, three of the five dragon essences would be secured.
"By the Yellow Heaven above!"
Li Mo recited the missing phrase from his "eternal war against gambling and vice."
This was the ritual for opening the "ice block’s" feedback!
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment in ‘Ying Bing’: forging a supreme named sword.]
[Return: Golden Chainmail]
[Golden Chainmail]: "Divine-grade. One of the Great Sage’s battle regalia. Gathers the power of all living beings to enhance defense exponentially."
[Note: Collecting the complete Great Sage’s Regalia forms a Destiny Artifact with unimaginable might.]
"How many pieces make up the Great Sage’s regalia?"
Li Mo entered his miniature world.
Two pieces of the regalia already rested in the vault of the Vast Immortal Sect.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
