"Hey~ Your chicken feet are showing~"
"I said it’s a roc’s talon! Wait... why am I reverting to my true form?"
"Where did this catgirl come from?"
"This lady just has a bit of Qiongqi bloodline, alright?"
"Who peed here?"
In front of the Qingyuan Sect’s grand hall, the Southern Border demonfolk erupted into chaos, shattering the silence. Everyone turned to look—these self-proclaimed masters of form-mimicking martial arts, the gallant warriors of the Southern Border, were now undergoing varying degrees of transformation.
Those at the Fourth Realm or below had fully reverted to their original forms.
Fifth Realm practitioners like Wu Qing showed half of their true appearance.
No wonder Murong Feng got even more excited when he found out she was a demon...
Only those like Shang Qinqing, at the Sixth Realm—equivalent to the human race’s Dharma Body Realm, where all divine wonders were internalized—remained unchanged.
But most of the demonfolk present clearly hadn’t reached the Sixth Realm.
Thus, the vast Qingyuan Sect was instantly shrouded in demonic energy. To the uninformed, it might have seemed like the demonfolk had stormed the mountain gates.
Many martial artists instinctively drew their weapons.
The atmosphere grew awkward for a moment.
Shangguan Wencang spoke up, "These practitioners of form-mimicking martial arts must have been inspired by Li Mo’s breakthrough and are now testing their techniques. Turning into demonfolk is perfectly reasonable."
"Li the Young Hero can do this too—no harm done."
The Prince of the Southern Border smoothed things over.
With both the imperial court and the Qingyuan Sect’s hosts assuring everyone it was fine...
"Ahem, this elder was also testing his martial arts." Elder Xu from Sword City swung his sword a couple of times before sheathing it again.
The misunderstanding was resolved.
The atmosphere returned to harmony, but everyone knew the real source of the phenomenon.
It was Li Mo’s inner landscape—that crimson giant.
Wherever the crimson light reached, all supernatural phenomena faded into mundanity, leaving only the raw power of blood and qi within the body.
Even Fifth Realm practitioners, who connected their inner world to the external, were not exempt—though they fared slightly better.
Gazing at the surging flames, the crowd’s flushed faces were a sight to behold.
What did this mean?
From now on, below the Sixth Realm, no flashy tricks would work against Li Mo—only pure physical strength mattered.
And when it came to physical prowess...
Everyone couldn’t help but recall Li Mo tearing apart the Demon Summoning Ancestor with his bare hands, the blazing pillar of his blood qi shooting into the heavens. The mere thought sent shivers down their spines.
"The Gangdou Sect once had a sect master surnamed Li. I believe there must be some connection to Young Hero Li," the Gangdou Sect Master said with utmost seriousness.
"Wait, when did we ever have a sect master named Li?"
"This elder says there was, so there was."
"But there’s no memorial tablet in the ancestral hall..."
"Just find one and modify it."
"...Makes sense."
The Gangdou Sect disciples saw no issue with this.
"As for the title of 'Sword Armor,' I believe Li the Young Hero is truly deserving," Elder Xu remarked calmly, hands clasped behind his back.
If not for the slight trembling in his legs, he might have looked perfectly composed.
"Old Xu, weren’t you questioning Li the Young Hero earlier?"
Another elder mimicked Elder Xu’s tone: "Then let me ask you, then let me ask you—what kind of Sword Armor is Li Mo? He’s nothing but a hammer!"
Elder Xu gnashed his teeth in fury. "Slander! This elder swears he never said such words! If I did, I’ll take your surname!"
The other elder paused, suddenly doubting his own memory.
Huh?
Wait a minute... Elder Xu and he shared the same surname—both were Xu!
"This must be the rising sun, its radiance boundless."
"Mmm..."
Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi sighed in unison, lost in distant memories.
Every Shang Emperor was like a golden crow’s blazing sun, seated atop the bronze divine tree, casting light upon the world and gazing down upon all living things.
Though they might not be the same individual, each Shang Emperor, upon ascending to the tree’s peak, resembled the first light of dawn.
"Still, there are some differences."
Qin Yuzhi shook her head after a moment. "He lacks that regal majesty, that piercing brilliance."
"Yeah, and he’s not as handsome as Little Li is now!"
Shang Qinqing grinned, pulling out a handful of melon seeds.
Little Li had always been good-looking.
But now, with this added aura of warmth, composure, and unwavering resolve, anyone who saw him would imprint his image deep in their hearts, unforgettable.
Even if he didn’t look like this, his radiant spirit would naturally add its own special effects...
"Damn right, he’s handsome."
Listening to the rapid crunching of melon seeds, Qin Yuzhi nodded vigorously, sucking in a sharp breath. "Do you think Little Bing'er can see this from the depths of Qingyuan?"
"Tsk..."
Shang Qinqing suddenly grew agitated, nearly breathless.
Even outsiders could tell—Little Bing'er had already melted before.
This time, wouldn’t she just boil over?
......
Deep within Qingyuan, before the main tomb chamber of the imperial mausoleum.
"Good thing I already told my precious disciple that even if he surpasses me, he’ll still have to call me 'Master.'"
Shang Wu exhaled in relief, chugging from her gourd.
"Little Bing'er, I’ve really gone all out this time. What kind of fine wine should I ask him for... Little Bing'er?"
After rambling to herself, she turned to find Ying Bing standing tall, her face cold and aloof as she gazed up at the intertwined inner landscapes above.
Hmm... if one ignored her slightly parted vermilion lips and those glistening, dreamy eyes, the Frost Fairy still appeared as aloof and detached as ever.
"......"
Shang Wu scratched her head and went to check if the Cycle of Life and Death formation had sustained any damage.
"My inner realm, forged from the power of all living beings and the fortune of the Great Shang, is called 'All Mortals'!"
Li Mo and the crimson giant spoke in unison.
Then, the illusory scenery projected from his inner world slowly faded away.
When he emerged, he found the "ice block" still in the same spot—curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting atop them. Her jade-like face, free of makeup, bore a faint rosy hue as she pursed her lips and gazed at him, her eyes distant, lost in thoughts even she might not have understood.
"Ice block."
"......Hmm?" Ying Bing snapped out of her daze.
Every time Li Mo saw her like this, he found the contrast oddly endearing—this time especially so. But he fought to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upward.
"Why are you squatting here?"
"Haven’t rested in days. Standing is exhausting."
The Frost Fairy, who had broken through the Fourth Realm before him, replied coolly.
"Then why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Li Mo studied her with a serious expression, reaching out to touch her forehead.
"I’m not..."
"Then why?"
"Your inner realm was too red. It shone on me for a long time, and the color lingered."
"?"
Li Mo fell silent for a moment, a question mark practically materializing above his head.
What was this ice block saying? He recognized every word, but the meaning eluded him.
"I feel a little strange right now... my mind is muddled. I don’t even know what I’m saying." Ying Bing buried half her face in the crook of her arms, leaving only those soft, tender eyes exposed.
"Ice block, if you’re sick, you probably can’t walk, right?"
"That’s not exactly..."
"Let me carry you up. Okay?"
This was what Li Mo had wanted to do most after his breakthrough.
"...Okay."
The Frost Fairy’s words still carried a hint of stubbornness.
But because she had her own thoughts now... it wasn’t entirely stubborn.
...
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)
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.
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!"
