Half an hour later, the skies over the imperial capital finally cleared, and the three suns emerged once more from behind the clouds.
Yet the once-bustling celebration grounds had now turned solemn and tense. Everyone present was subjected to interrogation by the Sky Patrol Guards, and the slightest suspicion would lead to immediate detainment.
The civil and military officials, as well as the various sects, remained silent—even the dimmest among them could sense the palpable tension in the imperial city.
Most still had no idea what had transpired within the Rivers and Mountains Painting, nor why the two sides had suddenly ceased hostilities.
Even less did they know how events would unfold from here...
The Rivers and Mountains Painting still hung high in the sky.
And the Celestial City remained open.
Li Mo had used fine wine to pacify his beautiful master, ensuring she wouldn’t cause trouble, then helped Huang Donglai verify his identity before finally finding time to think.
"Since an agreement has been reached, will the participants for the Celestial Trials be changed?"
"Huh? Brother Li, you still want to enter the Celestial City?"
Huang Donglai wore a grave expression as he handed an antidote to the eagerly waiting, pig-headed Lan Tian before continuing,
"This matter involves the imperial court, the Demon Summoning Sect, and the machinations of the Eighth Realm. The situation is treacherous and ever-shifting—one misstep could mean utter ruin."
"Ah, right—why haven’t you fled yet?"
Li Mo snapped back to reality, surprised that Old Huang was still here.
Lan Tian subtly shifted her gaze, eyeing this overly cautious "Flying Poison Two-Faced Turtle."
Huang Donglai rubbed the back of his head, warily scanning his surroundings before sighing when he found no eavesdroppers.
"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even be in the imperial capital."
"Same."
Li Mo nodded in agreement.
Following his gaze, Huang Donglai spotted Ying Bing in the distance. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately held back.
At that moment, the purple-robed eunuch who had presided over the celebration earlier emerged from the crowd.
He bowed slightly.
"Young Hero Li, Lady Ying, this way, please."
This eunuch served Emperor Jingtai—there was no need to ask who had summoned them.
Emperor Jingtai wants to see me and the ice block?
Li Mo didn’t dwell on it. After exchanging a glance with Ying Bing, he nodded and followed the eunuch.
This was his first time entering the imperial palace.
The entire palace complex was a sprawling expanse of towering halls, now heavily guarded with sentries at every turn.
As they walked deeper, the path became lined with exotic flora—purple wisteria cascading with radiant light, starry forget-me-nots shimmering with celestial glow—an overwhelming feast for the eyes.
Unlike the palace attendants who kept their heads down, afraid to glance at anything improperly, Li Mo boldly took in the sights with curiosity.
Ying Bing, however, remained composed, her gaze fixed ahead with cool detachment.
Suddenly, her eyes flickered as she spotted a wooden stick by the roadside.
"Hm?"
Li Mo felt a poke at his waist.
Turning, he saw Ying Bing holding a straight, long stick, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Whoa, Ice Block, where’d you find this divine sword?!"
"Just picked it up from the roadside."
"Let me try it!"
Young Li’s eyes lit up as he took the "divine sword," adopting Ying Bing’s signature icy expression.
With a melancholic sigh, he muttered, "The road is long, and only the sword accompanies me," before launching into a flurry of slashes and spins in the imperial garden—his own rendition of a "Blade Tempest."
"Good heavens, Young Hero Li—oh, my dear ancestor!"
"Hm?"
"These are rare and precious flowers gathered from across the land! If you ruin them, His Majesty will hold me accountable—"
"What, a radish convention?"
"??? Young Hero, how old are you? Stop this nonsense!"
The purple-robed eunuch broke into a cold sweat, desperately looking to Ying Bing for help.
Lady Frost, say something! Control him!
But then he remembered—Ying Bing had been the one to hand him the "sword" in the first place.
Lady Frost, if you won’t stop him, why are you enabling his childishness?!
Before the eunuch could catch his breath, the sight that greeted him next nearly scared his soul out of his body.
In the Peony Pavilion of the imperial garden stood Emperor Jingtai, clad in dragon robes, his imperial crown removed, his hair tied back with an onyx band. His expression was stern as he studied Li Mo with hands clasped behind his back.
"You’ve come," he said.
"......"
Instead of prostrating himself or ceasing his antics, the young swordsman met the emperor’s gaze with equal solemnity.
"You knew I would come?"
Emperor Jingtai paused, then sighed.
"You shouldn’t have."
"But here I am."
Purple-Robed Eunuch: "?"
What kind of script is this?!
"Since you’re here, you must believe you can defeat me. Draw your sword."
"Very well—have at you!"
Purple-Robed Eunuch: "????"
Wait, when His Majesty told you to strike, you actually attacked?!
What’s happening?! Should I scream for the guards?!
At that moment, the young swordsman leapt into the air, his "divine sword" moving like a phantom—an impeccable strike descending from the heavens.
Yet two hands intercepted it like an inescapable net, drawing all force into their grasp.
Clap!
Emperor Jingtai performed an "Empty Hand Catches the Blade"!
The two locked eyes, but it was the emperor who laughed first.
"Where did you find such a fine sword? Perhaps you’d consider gifting it to me."
"It was always yours, Your Majesty. It was merely waiting in the garden until Ying Bing helped me discover it."
"......"
Emperor Jingtai studied Li Mo and Ying Bing—one bright and unrestrained, the other serene and composed—yet together, they formed an oddly harmonious pair.
His smile turned wistful. "Never mind. You keep it. I’ve held it once, but it was never truly mine to possess."
"Many thanks for Your Majesty’s generosity!"
The young swordsman accepted without hesitation, happier than if he’d been granted a golden token of imperial favor.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you unharmed?!"
The eunuch rushed forward in a panic.
"In my youth, I too roamed the martial world with some renown. It’s been too long since I last moved my limbs—this was a welcome exercise."
"Indeed, Your Majesty’s martial prowess is extraordinary."
Li Mo gave a thumbs-up.
Emperor Jingtai returned to his seat, his demeanor turning serious.
"With you two representing Great Yu, I can rest easy."
"Why still choose us?"
Ying Bing, as if sensing something in the emperor’s bearing, voiced the question lingering in Li Mo’s mind.
The struggle for the Celestial City had escalated into a conflict between Great Yu and the resurrected Blood God—no longer just a reward or trial for the top three talents.
Great Yu had no shortage of mighty experts, while they were merely at the Third Realm.
After a pause, Emperor Jingtai replied,
"There’s no harm in telling you. Old Granny Yantian recommended you both to me. At first, I thought the burden too great for you."
A faint smile returned to his face.
"But just now, I realized the old granny was right—you two are perfect for this."
"If the Celestial City could be unlocked by sheer power, it wouldn’t have remained adrift in the Rivers and Mountains Painting for so long."
So the challenge of the Celestial City isn’t tied to cultivation level?
Li Mo considered the possibility.
"Go to the Mountain and River Hall and await further instructions. Do not disappoint me."
"We won’t fail our mission."
Li Mo straightened, his playful demeanor replaced by resolve.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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)
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
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.
