"......"
At the top floor of the Wind-Catching Hall, Little Li's solemn confession still echoed in the air, yet the faces of those present remained utterly unfazed.
Dong Changtian yawned lazily, Dong Geyu teased the lark in its cage, and Qi Tiezhu took a leisurely sip of tea.
Their indifference left Li Mo, who had mustered all his courage, utterly bewildered:
"I said I'm a mole—though it wasn't my own choice, but..."
"We already knew."
"Huh?"
Li Mo leaned back slightly, unable to comprehend their calm reaction. If they'd known all along, why had no one said anything? Worse, they'd let him climb the ranks among the Blade-Catchers, to the point where he was almost their leader now?
Little Li's brain short-circuited from sheer confusion.
Dong Ao cleared his throat, about to speak, but Dong Changtian elbowed him sharply, cutting him off. The old man then put on an exaggerated look of shock:
"What? Little Li, you're actually a mole? This old man is heartbroken! I won’t even eat my midnight snack tonight!"
Li Mo: "......"
Sure, he hadn’t chosen to be a mole.
But could the acting be any worse? Instead of sparing his dignity, this performance made him want to dig a hole and disappear.
Before his confession, he’d braced himself for the worst—torture on the tiger bench, lashes from a whip, standing firm until they resorted to the honey trap...
He’d even considered requesting they skip straight to the honey trap.
Like having Sister Hanxian wield the whip...
Never had he imagined his undercover skills were this terrible.
"When did I get exposed?"
"Your first month here," Dong Ao answered honestly.
After Li Mo returned to Mo City, even if his appearance, personality, and even his companions remained unchanged, did he really think Dong Changtian and the others wouldn’t verify his identity themselves?
"......"
Li Mo was speechless. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Then why didn’t you arrest me?"
"You never did anything against us," Dong Ao explained.
Qi Tiezhu set down his teacup with a chuckle. "Exactly. There was no need to spook the snake. Besides, you’ve been diligent and capable. What if you ran off after being exposed?"
"And you were always..."
Dong Geyu started to say something, but Dong Changtian shot him a warning glance.
He continued, "You were always meant to stay here. You practically forgot you were a mole yourself—why should we bring it up?"
The others nodded in agreement.
"Right, Little Li’s been roughing it out there, running all over the place. It’s not easy."
"Little Li’s got no issues!"
"Heh, sometimes I’d watch Little Li skulking around, thinking no one noticed—it was so entertaining I’d eat extra plates of peanuts with my wine."
Li Mo: "?"
Was that the real reason they never exposed him?
"Well, since things have come to this..."
"Don’t worry, Little Li. Whatever you need to do, we’ll back you up."
"We’ll support your undercover mission. If you need to report back to the Celestial Clan, we’ll figure it out together. And if they have any plans, you can give us a heads-up."
"That’s... great."
Li Mo paused again.
Wait—whose side was he even on now?
Whatever. Deep down, he’d never intended to work for the Celestial Clan anyway.
With mixed emotions, Little Li laid out his plan.
Soon, Mo City’s Blade-Catchers—including Li Mo himself—were bustling with activity.
The Human City was vast, its population immense. The last celestial disaster had left no lasting damage to this outermost city. Even if the populations of the Earth and Celestial Cities were combined, they wouldn’t match the Human City’s numbers.
This hadn’t always been the case. Every fifty years, the celestial disaster would claim most lives.
But now, after eighty years of peace and growth...
Originally, the Human City’s settlements were scattered villages—a strategy to minimize disaster risks, as there had never been enough space to expand into proper cities.
Now, it was time for change.
Rebuilding from scratch would take ages if left to mortals alone.
But with the Celestial Clan’s help? That was a different story.
"We’ll use Mo City as the core, letting prosperity spread outward."
"What if some villages refuse to cooperate?"
"Then show them Mo City’s emblem."
The Blade-Catchers had their new mission.
With timing and terrain on their side, their task was to win hearts.
After discussing with the Human City’s leaders, Li Mo drafted a report. After revisions, they sent it back to the Celestial Clan via Feng Zhi.
The next day, the missive reached the Celestial City.
When Jiang Yu read it, his eyebrows arched.
"This Li Mo... he’s truly a talent."
"So this matter..."
"Proceed."
The Celestial Clan didn’t know Jiang Yu’s exact thoughts or why he didn’t raise objections, but they carried out their tasks as planned.
For the first time, the three cities of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity worked in harmony.
A month later, the "Spring Breeze Plan" swept through the Human City.
"The miasma plaguing our town is finally gone. The Celestial Clan’s power is incredible."
"Ever since Lord Chunmang of the Celestial Clan visited, our crops have flourished."
"Why would they help us?"
"I saw Mo City’s emblem. If I join the Blade-Catchers there, could I bring prosperity back to my hometown?"
"I just returned from there. The people are wealthy, and their words are sweet."
...
By year’s end, though Mo City remained the only towering tree, seeds of vitality had been sown across the land.
The radiance of the Heaven-Man Divine Sword grew ever brighter.
Its power had undoubtedly increased—but by how much, only its current wielder, Jiang Yu, knew.
At this rate, the Heaven-Man City would weather the next celestial disaster.
...
Outside, observers watching the unfolding events in the "Rivers and Mountains Scroll" exchanged stunned glances.
"It can be done this way?"
"Since when did Li Mo become so adept at development strategies? ‘Prosperity spreading outward’?"
"Previous trial-takers either focused on personal strength or built factions in the Earth City. But leading the entire Heaven-Man City in collective progress? Unprecedented—and it seems to be working."
"He proposed the plan, yet Jiang Yu’s the one growing stronger."
"Isn’t this just handing Jiang Yu the victory over the celestial disaster?"
As days passed, the audience for this "serial drama" of the Heaven-Man Trial only grew.
...
"With a disciple like this, how could our grand ambitions fail?" Shang Wu stood atop the Ten Thousand Spring Pavilion, hands on her hips, spouting treason:
"Next, I’ll bribe Emperor Jingtai’s eunuchs and suggest he abdicate."
Shang Qinqing, however, frowned. "Why keep focusing on Jiang Yu? He’s not even interesting."
No sooner had she spoken—
Another three years passed within the Jiangshan Sheji Tu, and once again, changes began to unfold.
"Hey, it looks like Jiang Yu is about to make a move."
"What?"
"He plans to strike first before the calamity arrives!"
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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!
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.
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】
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
