Investing in Kang Chorong, the Eccentric Princess

Golden Destiny!

Apart from the "Ice Block," this was the highest destiny he had encountered so far.

Li Mo checked the data displayed by his Destiny Divine Eye, then glanced at the frail little beggar lying there, barely breathing. The contrast between the two was staggering.

Making sure he wasn’t seeing things, Li Mo stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

The youngest daughter of the Yu Dynasty’s emperor!

A born Sword Embryo!

These two descriptors echoed in Li Mo’s mind, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Though Jiang Chulong’s golden destiny wasn’t as extraordinary as the "Ice Block’s," the shock it brought him was no less profound.

He had no idea how many powerhouses existed across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

But in terms of status and prestige, who could surpass the Son of Heaven?

No wonder.

Even in such dire straits, Jiang Chulong still retained her golden destiny.

For anyone else, simply avoiding a deathly fate would’ve been a blessing.

"She… must be the person the Ice Block is looking for!"

Li Mo was almost certain.

It also dawned on him that the Ice Block hadn’t been searching for some lost relative or friend from the start.

Rather, having somehow encountered Jiang Chulong before and recognized her extraordinary nature, the Ice Block had sent him to find her.

"Big Brother Li, what’s wrong?"

Meng Can looked up, puzzled.

The other little beggars also turned their gazes toward him—some curious, some hopeful, others fearful.

"Ice Block, if you were here, I’d kiss you right now…"

Li Mo withdrew his intense stare.

It made much more sense now—destined individuals like Jiang Chulong naturally attracted extraordinary figures who stood out from the crowd.

"Big Brother Li, is Stutter Sister really sick?"

Meng Can, misinterpreting Li Mo’s shock as concern for Jiang Chulong’s condition, wore a worried expression.

"Let me check first."

Suppressing the excitement surging within him, Li Mo stepped into the dilapidated hut.

He placed his fingers on Jiang Chulong’s slender wrist and closed his eyes to assess her condition.

Weak vitality… failing organs… severe cold… infected wounds… extreme malnutrition from prolonged starvation…

At this moment, Jiang Chulong resembled a tattered doll, barely held together, as if a single touch might shatter her.

Anyone else would’ve long since perished.

But Jiang Chulong’s situation was peculiar. Each time her life force flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing, an inexplicable power pulled her back from the brink.

"What illness does Stutter Sister have?"

A cautious voice reached his ears.

Li Mo softened his tone and replied gently,

"Her condition is… complicated."

"But it can be treated."

Her golden destiny showed no signs of being tainted by death’s shadow.

Even without his intervention, Jiang Chulong wouldn’t die—though she’d endure a long and painful struggle.

After a moment’s thought, Li Mo removed the Fire Sparrow Feather Pouch hanging from his chest and pressed it into her palm.

"Her body can’t handle medicinal supplements right now."

"This pouch will gently nourish her. Once she recovers somewhat, we can proceed with stronger treatments."

Miraculously, the moment the pouch touched her hand, Jiang Chulong’s breathing steadied slightly.

The cold sweat covering her body also lessened.

At the same time, a system notification chimed in Li Mo’s mind.

[Congratulations, Host. You have invested a ‘Fire Sparrow Feather’ in ‘Jiang Chulong.’]

[Investment Reward: Earth Vein Spirit Milk.]

[Claim now?]

"Not yet."

Li Mo silently declined, then turned his attention elsewhere.

"Stutter Sister can be saved!"

"Big Brother Li, your medical skills are amazing!"

"Ah-bah ah-bah!"

The little ones erupted in joy, their faces lighting up as if they’d regained their pillar of support.

After exchanging glances, the oldest among them scurried outside.

When he returned, he clutched a small lump of yellow salt in his hand, his head bowed almost to his chest.

"Big Brother Li, we… we don’t have money…"

"So you’re inviting me to a meal instead?"

Li Mo couldn’t help but chuckle.

The contrast was striking—Li Mo, dressed in fine robes, looking every bit the noble young master who’d descended from the clouds, and the group of ragged children gathered around a broken pot of watery vegetable soup.

Meng Can had once thought the saber-wielding constables patrolling the streets were the most impressive people in the world. Yet earlier, he’d seen those very constables lower their eyes in deference, not daring to even glance at Li Mo.

The food they usually ate wasn’t even fit for stray dogs. How could they possibly offer it to someone like Big Brother Li?

"Wild vegetables are a delicacy—pure and untainted."

"Honestly, I rarely get to eat something this natural."

With that, Li Mo walked over to the pot.

He added a handful of rice and, with a flick of his wrist, produced a piece of meat that instantly transformed into finely diced cubes.

"It’s been two days since I last cooked. I’ve missed this."

The children stared in awe.

They hadn’t expected this refined young master to suddenly shift into the role of a humble cook, moving about with such ease.

"Big Brother Li, do you cook often in the Qingyuan Sect?"

"Of course. The sect’s dining hall serves terrible food."

"Big Brother Li, what are you making? It smells so good…"

"Wild vegetable and meat porridge. And let me tell you, my cooking skills far surpass my medical ones."

Li Mo grinned.

Secretly, he’d slipped a Five Aura Purple Spirit Pill into the pot—a precious elixir for replenishing vitality. Its effects were gentle enough even for ordinary, untrained bodies.

A single ordinary pill could fetch five thousand taels of silver in the market.

And his was a Six-Line variant—far more valuable.

Not that such things were rare for Young Master Li.

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Before long, wisps of smoke curled up from the rundown courtyard.

"I’ve never eaten anything this good in my life."

"Ah-bah ah-bah!"

"I’m so full…"

"Wuwu… I miss Mother…"

Li Mo stood nearby, a faint smile on his lips as he silently watched them enjoy the meal.

[Name: Da Zhu]

[Age: 8]

[Bone Structure: None.]

[Cultivation: None.]

[Destiny: Gray]

[Evaluation: Life as fleeting as wild grass, fate lighter than a feather.]

[Recent Events: With Jiang Chulong’s help, escaped the clutches of child traffickers and no longer survives by stealing.]

This particular investment yielded no tangible returns.

After all, these little beggars all shared Da Zhu’s gray destiny.

But Li Mo was in good spirits nonetheless.

Tap—

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Li Mo turned to see the blindfolded beggar girl leaning against the doorframe.

Though her eyes were concealed, he could sense the wariness in her gaze.

"You… it’s you…"

"Correct. I made the food. I gave you the pouch."

Li Mo answered before she could finish.

"Why…"

Gurgle—

Before she could voice her question, Jiang Chulong’s legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed.

"Eat first."

"Empty stomachs leave no room for questions."

Li Mo chuckled, understanding her caution.

After fleeing for so long, hunted by the Sky Patrol Guards, anyone would be as jumpy as a startled bird.

"Th… thank you…"

Jiang Chulong pressed her lips together but eventually nodded.

A short while later, she returned, carrying a bowl of porridge—the last remaining portion from the pot.

"You… you eat first…"

The stuttering voice sounded quite pleasant, carrying a pitiable charm that tugged at the heartstrings.

Li Mo: "..."

This left young Li Mo utterly bewildered.

Wait, you're so hungry you can barely stand straight.

Yet you're worried about whether I've eaten?

Just what is this princess thinking......