"Help?"
Li Mo couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Since when did the ice block ever ask others for favors?
Ying Bing sat down at the stone table, habitually pouring tea, her cool and detached expression tinged with hesitation.
She cleared her throat.
"Come closer and listen."
Li Mo: "......"
This feels weird.
Asking for my help but sounding like a superior lecturing me.
Who knew how this ice block developed such an authoritative aura? Well... guess it's just the natural bearing of a chosen one.
"What’s so important that you’re being this formal?"
"You don’t usually care about much."
Li Mo sat opposite her, casually picking up the teacup for a sip.
He didn’t even notice—
It was the same cup Ying Bing had just drunk from.
"Are you taking a sect mission that’ll take you to Ziyang Prefecture City?"
Ying Bing’s gaze flickered slightly, as if she hadn’t seen his action.
"I haven’t accepted any yet."
"But I do plan to pick one in Ziyang Prefecture City."
Li Mo leaned back, hands behind his head, grinning.
"Since coming to Ziyang, I haven’t had the chance to explore properly. Consider this my excuse to slack off a little."
"This trip won’t be too busy. If you’ve got some errands, just say it outright."
The mission was secondary.
Sect contribution points meant little to him—just picking an easy task to fulfill the requirement would do.
"I want you to find someone for me."
"She’s probably... a beggar now."
As memories surfaced, the frost in Ying Bing’s expression seemed to thaw slightly.
Back then, she hadn’t been able to join Qingyuan Sect.
She’d ended up squatting in an abandoned house in Ziyang Prefecture City.
That was where she met Jiang Chulong, who also had nowhere to go.
In this life, it was Li Mo’s help that unlocked her meridians and revealed her talent.
But in her past life, without Jiang Chulong’s mutual support, she wouldn’t have succeeded either.
Now that she was in Qingyuan Sect, Jiang Chulong was left alone, still struggling to survive those harsh days...
"I want you to find her and arrange food, clothing, and shelter for her."
Huh?
Li Mo blinked at her words.
The ice block was worrying about someone’s basic needs?
Was this even the same person he knew?
Could it be... a relative?
Her hometown county had been ravaged by disaster beasts—her family should’ve all perished.
Maybe she’d gotten news that a lone survivor had ended up in Ziyang Prefecture City?
That would make sense.
Little Li naturally arrived at this conclusion.
So he replied earnestly,
"Don’t worry. Ziyang Prefecture City isn’t small, but finding someone isn’t too hard."
"If you remember what they look like, maybe sketch it out?"
As he spoke, he pulled out ink, brush, and paper.
Helping the ice block? He was all for it—anything related to her always brought great system rewards.
Besides, searching for family? Even without compensation, he’d gladly help.
"Drawing..."
Ying Bing took the brush calmly.
Half an hour later.
Little Li stared at the "masterpiece" on the table, expression grave.
"Ying Bing."
"Hm?"
"Tell me... do people actually look like this?"
Looking at the abstract, Picasso-esque portrait, Li Mo had to ask.
Seriously.
If you want me to find someone, could we at least aim for realism?
This avant-garde mess—if I hadn’t seen a few of Picasso’s works in my past life, I wouldn’t even recognize it as a person.
"The features are clear."
"Female. Large eyes. Small lips."
Ying Bing’s gaze drifted elsewhere.
Li Mo: "......Any more... obvious traits?"
Ying Bing seemed to search her memories before adding,
"Yes."
"She has a horrific chest wound, stutters when speaking, and... if cleaned up, she’s quite beautiful."
"Uh... how beautiful?"
"Comparable to me, in different ways."
"...Fair enough."
---
Time was of the essence.
Eventually, Little Li managed to extract a few concrete details.
No point delaying.
He decided to set out that very day.
Before leaving, he left several days’ worth of wine for his master, instructing Ying Bing to ration it.
With that settled, he headed for the Divine Arms Peak.
---
Afternoon.
A rather luxurious carriage rolled down the mountain.
Incense burned inside, tea swirling in its cup without spilling.
"Brother Li, why’d you take a mission to hunt some river pirate?" Murong Xiao studied the wanted poster on the table.
The sketch provided by the sect’s external affairs hall was also blurry.
This era lacked photography—without a live reference, portraits relied on verbal descriptions, which often varied even for the same person.
"Had to find someone anyway. Might as well make it count," Li Mo said offhandedly.
Cui Peng, a notorious bandit at the Internal Breath Condensation realm, had been severely wounded by an outer sect elder ten days prior.
A master of body refinement and saber techniques, with dozens of lives on his hands.
For other Qi-Blood realm disciples, even injured, Cui Peng was a tough opponent.
But to Li Mo?
Just a decent sparring partner.
He’d yet to have a real life-or-death fight...
"Since Brother Li took the mission, I’ll turn Ziyang Prefecture City upside down to find him," Murong Xiao vowed, rubbing his head with a grin.
Li Mo chuckled.
Had learning the Golden Bell Shield made Murong slightly... simpler?
"By the way, who else are you looking for besides Cui Peng?"
"A little beggar..."
In the carriage, Murong Xiao scribbled notes diligently, hanging onto every word.
He planned to enlist his grandfather’s help upon returning home.
The Murong family’s intelligence network was reliable—Li Mo trusted that much.
Before long, the carriage entered the prefecture city, heading straight for the inner district, where the architecture outshone the outer city’s.
"Murong Manor."
Li Mo glanced up at the gilded plaque—the Murong residence was among the grandest in the inner city.
"Young Master, Honored Li."
The steward, clearly forewarned, greeted them warmly.
"Brother Li, make yourself at home."
Murong Xiao relaxed visibly upon returning.
Passing through galleries and gardens, Li Mo observed with interest.
This place dwarfed his family’s estate back home—every detail exuded aristocratic refinement.
"Xiao’er."
In the main hall, two elders sat before a lavish spread, sipping tea. The one in crimson robes beckoned Murong Xiao over.
The other, a purple-robed elder with half-black, half-white hair, fixed his gaze on Li Mo—then his sword.
"So this is the famed Li, the True Disciple."
"Truly a hero among youths, as expected."
The crimson-robed elder rose with a hearty laugh.
"The Prefect and I were just enjoying tea when we heard of your arrival. He insisted on staying longer just to meet you—drank half my stock of Cloud Mist Eyebrow!"
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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!
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.
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】
