"Damn it."
Li Mo covered his nose, his expression dazed.
As a noble divine weapon, was Hammer Treasure a place to casually lay hands—or feet—on? Moving one foot was bad enough, but she had to go and use both.
His peripheral vision traced the impossibly long legs beside him. The ice block—Ying Bing—lay there with her delicate brows relaxed, still fast asleep.
She probably hadn’t been sleeping well lately, finally allowing herself a moment of rest today.
"But she shouldn’t relax too much."
"The ice block might have softened, but I..."
"Do I look like I’m joking with my localized Fa Tian Xiang Di?"
Li Mo stood up, tilting his head at a 45-degree angle toward the ceiling to keep the warmth in his nose from trickling down.
"Miss Ying! Miss Ying!"
"Little Ice!"
The door suddenly rattled with knocks, followed by two vaguely familiar female voices.
When he opened it, he saw Zhong Ling and Shang Qinqing standing outside.
"Huh? Li Mo, I was just about to ask Miss Ying where you were."
Zhong Ling blinked in surprise—she had gone to look for Li Mo first.
Shang Qinqing’s eyes instantly lit up as she dug into her pocket, pulling out a handful of sunflower seeds to munch on.
How does the Shang Clan head always have a handful of seeds ready at any moment?
Li Mo hid half his body behind the door, silently complaining before asking,
"What’s the matter so early in the morning?"
"Oh, my father wishes to see you. He’s invited you and Miss Ying to the imperial city as guests."
The "father" Zhong Ling referred to was naturally the highly esteemed Prince of the Southern Frontier.
Li Mo nodded. "Alright, Ying Bing and I will head over together later."
But the moment he nodded, the warmth in his nose began trickling again.
"Brother Li, you’re..." Zhong Ling’s expression turned wary.
Li Mo wiped his nose with a straight face, feigning nonchalance. "Minor issue. I sparred with Ying Bing, and she accidentally... misstepped. Just a small injury."
"Really?"
Shang Qinqing narrowed her eyes, unconvinced.
Did nothing life-threatening happen?
She wanted to see babies being made and was convinced it might happen soon.
"Really!"
Li Mo’s tone was firm.
Just as he spoke, a drowsy voice sounded from behind him:
"Who’s here?"
Ying Bing’s sleepy face carried a lazy charm, like a lotus on the verge of waking. A few strands of disheveled hair clung to her lips, making it hard to connect her with the aloof, goddess-like "Frost Immortal."
"!"
Li Mo’s sharp eyes caught sight of the shocking crimson stains on Ying Bing’s pristine white nightgown...
Oh no, when did my nosebleed get on her?
He hadn’t noticed at all earlier.
"??"
Zhong Ling leaned back in tactical retreat, her gaze gradually glazing over.
Shang Qinqing’s eyes sparkled with excitement and glee as she let out a "Giggle-giggle"—like a pure-blooded phoenix imitating a hen.
"Seems last night’s sparring was quite intense, huh? Maybe rest a bit longer before heading out. Little Ice might not be in the best condition..."
"...That’s blood from my nose!"
"Ohhh~" Shang Qinqing’s expression was indescribable as she waggled her eyebrows.
"I’ve been feeling overheated lately, so..."
"No need to explain. I believe you."
"You’ve been cracking seeds nonstop!" Li Mo was certain the Clan Head’s eyes didn’t match her words.
Eight seeds per second—you expect me to buy that?
Ying Bing also lowered her gaze, freezing for a moment when she noticed the bloodstains on her nightgown.
She didn’t suspect anything else.
Instead, she realized what the warm thing she had been stepping on in her dream actually was...
......
Downstairs, surrounded by a squad of heavily armored royal guards, Zhong Zhenyue—wrapped up like a dumpling—peeked out.
Seeing only Li Mo and Zhong Ling approaching, he asked curiously,
"Where’s Miss Ying?"
"She said she wanted to rest properly, so I’ll go on her beha—"
Before Li Mo could finish, Zhong Ling interjected:
"She’s preparing to have a baby."
"?"
Zhong Zhenyue’s body jolted, aggravating his wounds as he hissed through gritted teeth.
After a moment of silence, he gave a thumbs-up.
"It’s not that fast—wait, no, you’ve got it all wrong!" Li Mo was stunned.
Zhong Ling, how do you casually drop a bomb like that?
"The maids at the prince’s manor told me. There was blood."
Zhong Ling wore the expression of someone who had grasped the absolute truth.
The manor’s elderly maids had served many noble households, and Zhong Ling had personally witnessed them cutting bloodstained cloth from newlyweds’ beds in the morning.
"Let’s just go..."
Li Mo glanced at the sky before boarding the carriage.
The carriage sped straight into the inner city, unimpeded until nearing the imperial city, where inspections grew stricter—recognizing tokens, not faces.
The Prince of the Southern Frontier’s residence was said to be in the imperial city, but it was actually situated between the inner and imperial districts, where all the nobility resided.
Along the way, Li Mo kept his Heaven’s Decree Divine Eye active, observing the surroundings.
He still had two centuries’ worth of martial insights left.
Plenty for the Hammer Dao, but far too little for the Sword Dao—reserved for emergencies.
Yet, the Nine Swords of Dugu was just one step away from completion.
So, in these two days, Li Mo planned to scout for investment opportunities in the imperial city.
"Brother Li, you and Miss Ying aren’t married yet, right?"
As the carriage slowed, Zhong Zhenyue suddenly asked.
Your reaction time is a bit slow...
Li Mo lowered the curtain—the street was growing quieter. "No..."
"Then I suggest you hurry up and get married. Once she’s your wife and you’re her husband, everything will be proper. Plus, I’m curious—what’s marriage like?"
As she spoke, Zhong Ling blushed and glanced at Zhong Zhenyue.
"Marriage... Ying Bing in phoenix coronet and red robes..."
Li Mo couldn’t help but imagine it.
The scene was the classic wedding night from period dramas.
What kind of deeds in a past life would earn you the right to lift the veil and see the Frost Immortal’s face in the flickering candlelight?
The thought startled him, and he forced his mind to rein in.
Ying Bing was his only red-tier destiny. Back then, he had only dared to cling to her jade legs for rewards—how could he have dreamed of this?
Now, he’d reaped the rewards, learned from Teacher Ice Block, and even had the audacity to imagine her calling him husband and bearing his children...
Li Mo, you’re a shameless beast!
"Can you really have a baby without getting married? That can’t be right..."
Zhong Zhenyue wore a grave expression, wisdom gleaming in his eyes.
In his mind, the "marriage" ritual was an absolute prerequisite for procreation.
"...Why do you think that?"
"No child has ever attended their parents’ wedding. So how could there be a child without a wedding?"
"Fair point."
Li Mo’s past-life "educational materials" stirred in his mind.
But he resisted the urge to voice them.
Because, honestly...
Just thinking about those beastly ideas was getting him excited.
Gentlemen judge actions, not thoughts.
So he’d keep them to himself. Saying them out loud? That was a whole different level.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
