"What are you talking about?"
Ying Bing picked up her chopsticks, acting as if she hadn't heard anything just now.
"Brother Li is very dissatisfied with his nickname."
Murong Xiao shook his head, offering advice: "Brother Li, it's just a fleeting reputation—why cling to it so stubbornly? It's nothing more than transient smoke and illusory bubbles."
"Really? 'Love Burier'?"
"......"
The 'Love Burier' seemed to have an epiphany—book knowledge alone is shallow; one cannot truly advise others without experiencing it firsthand.
A man's growth sometimes happens in an instant...
"I think it's quite nice." Ying Bing's cheeks moved slightly as she lowered her eyes, a faint smile hidden within.
As her words fell, the hall fell into silence. Countless hearts churned with mixed emotions, as if a bottle of spices had been overturned inside them.
The highest-ranked woman on the Hidden Dragon Ranking—perhaps the most exceptionally talented in its history.
Just yesterday, she had wielded a divine sword to command heavenly tribulation, slashing through the Outer Scenery realm. Though she hadn't outright defeated a Fifth Realm expert, it was still an unprecedented feat.
Her smile... could actually be this gentle? Even carrying a hint of helplessness.
The crowd inwardly cursed: Damn you, 'Wife-Blessing Battle Soul,' don’t you dare take your blessings for granted! How can you be dissatisfied with your nickname? Do you like the sound of my grinding molars instead?
"Amitabha. This humble monk has severed worldly ties, and his golden sea has run dry."
Murong Xiao chanted a Buddhist mantra before sinking his teeth into a roasted hog's knuckle.
"I have more important matters." Xiao Qin gulped down his drink.
"......" Huang Donglai remained vigilant.
Though he had tried his best to stay inconspicuous, his place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking made him a prime target for noble families in the imperial capital seeking sons-in-law—even a 'two-faced turtle' like him wasn’t spared.
But in his eyes, beauties were nothing but calamities!
And Miss Ying? The greatest calamity of them all! So Brother Li was in grave danger!
"......Alright, do any of you even have partners? Spouting nonsense like this."
Qin Yuzhi's casual remark instantly ended the debate.
The dining table fell silent, leaving only the sound of everyone quietly eating.
After a moment, it was Princess Little Jiang who innocently asked:
"Big Brother Li, do you want a swordsman’s nickname?"
"Hmm... I’ve been learning a lot of sword techniques recently."
Li Mo glanced at the martial insights he had crossed out—eight hundred years' worth.
"But a person can only have two nicknames. I wonder which one will get replaced when the time comes."
Princess Little Jiang blinked.
"......"
Truly a difficult choice.
At that moment, the 'Ice Block's' chopsticks paused, her gaze subtly drifting toward Li Mo.
Li Mo declared righteously: "Naturally, 'Divine Hammer Little Tyrant' stays. 'Wife-Blessing Battle Soul' can remain as well."
"Oho~ So 'Wife-Blessing Battle Soul' gets to stay, huh?"
"Tch, is this how you repay your hammer talent?"
The group erupted in teasing, though inwardly, they couldn’t help but give Li Mo a thumbs-up. No wonder you're the 'Wife-Blessing Battle Soul'—your talent in this area might just rival your hammer skills.
A happy ending for all.
Except for the hammer spirit, which was throwing another tantrum in its pocket realm.
A ripple of amusement flickered in the Ice Block’s eyes before she spoke:
"With the Heavenly Sword in hand, you have potential. How’s your progress now?"
Li Mo thought for a moment. "About twenty to thirty percent."
"Mn. As long as you reach ten to twenty percent, then... Hm?"
The Ice Block snapped back to reality, her clear eyes fixed on him as she tilted her head slightly.
The usually aloof her now looked... a little dumbfounded?
"How much?!" Bai Jinghong's eyes widened.
Losing to Li Mo in other areas was one thing, but now even in swordsmanship?
How long had it been since Li Mo obtained the Heavenly Sword?
They couldn’t accept this!
Li Mo rubbed his temples. "The warrior’s commoner sword—I’ve already mastered it. But the scholar’s sword of statecraft is much harder for me."
"????"
"It’s true. He’s finished learning it."
Ying Bing gave a slight nod. The fact that Li Mo could access the scholar’s sword meant he had already grasped thirty percent of the Heavenly Sword’s essence.
"Come to my room later."
"Alright."
Li Mo couldn’t help but grin, quickly finishing his meal.
Then, young Li led his Ice Block teacher upstairs by the hand.
The others were left speechless. Could his swordsmanship talent really be this monstrous?
Is he actually going to pull it off?
As silence lingered, respectful greetings suddenly sounded at the entrance of the Cloud-Stepping Pavilion—something along the lines of "Greetings, Divine Smith Du, greetings, Young Manor Lord."
Divine Smith Du had come today to dissuade Li Mo from straying further down the wrong path. Xie Xuan accompanied him, nodding slightly to the group before noticing the few still seated at the table.
"Everyone, where’s Li Mo?"
One glance at the dishes told Xie Xuan this was Chef Li’s handiwork.
"He went to learn swordsmanship from Sister Ice." Princess Little Jiang answered.
"Just as I thought. His obsession runs deep—this is no mere hobby anymore."
Divine Smith Du sighed.
"Miss Ying is too indulgent, letting him have his way like this."
"Even if Li Mo learns from her, it’ll take him ages to..."
Xie Xuan knew full well the swordsmanship prowess of the 'Divine Hammer Little Tyrant.'
"Brother Xie, you’re mistaken." Huang Donglai shook his head.
"Miss Ying isn’t indulging him?"
Xie Xuan pondered for a moment before clapping his hands.
"Ah! The Frost Fairy’s move is brilliant—using sword lessons to make him realize he shouldn’t keep playing with swords?"
"Uh, what I meant was—your second statement is wrong. Miss Ying plans to teach him that sword technique that summons heavenly tribulation... what was it called? 'Divine Thunder Demon-Slaying'?"
"?"
Xie Xuan froze. Seeing Du Wufeng’s confusion, he quickly added:
"That technique alone would take me three to five years to learn—if I even manage it at all."
"????"
Du Wufeng leaned back slightly before striding upstairs with purpose.
The usually carefree old Du now wore the solemn aura of a life mentor, ready to rescue a lost lamb from irreversible folly.
"This time, I won’t be fooled again!"
......
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
