“So what exactly does ‘standing tall between heaven and earth’ mean?”
Bald Golden Roc scratched his smooth head as he asked Murong Feng.
“It’s a phrase used to praise men, but I feel... Senior Qin meant something else by it.”
“Then what did Senior Qin mean?”
“Go play for now. Don’t overthink such complicated things. With your wisdom, you’ll naturally understand soon enough without me explaining.”
Murong Feng patted his bald head, his expression tinged with pity.
By then, Li Mo had finished preparing the last dish, and Ying Bing had nearly completed cleaning. She called everyone to wash their hands and eat.
With so many people, several tables had to be pushed together, and even with long benches, they barely managed to squeeze in.
The demonic beings clutched spoons, occupying two-thirds of the space.
The four members of the Li family sat together, while Shang Wu, Qin Yuzhi, and Shang Qinqing—originally residents of Autumn Water Pavilion—took their seats nearby.
“I...”
Elder Qian had just returned, ready to join the feast, only to find no space left.
“Well, I don’t really need dinner tonight...”
Though Old Li’s tone was casual, he remained polite.
“No need for that.”
Elder Qian smiled faintly. “There are no paths in this world—paths are made by walking. If you want to eat, you’ll always find a way.”
With that, he soared into the air. Before anyone could blink, he was holding a bowl with a pork knuckle already inside.
“Huh?”
Li Mo had just taken a sip of soup and reached into his robe for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth when he noticed something odd—the texture was too stiff.
Pulling it out, he saw it was yellow.
“Isn’t this the imperial decree from the Southern Suppressing King? How could you forget something so important? You still haven’t even read what’s written on it.”
Gu Xueqin shot her son an exasperated look.
“Shall we open it and see?”
Li Dalong dropped his theatrical demeanor.
“Sure, let’s see what rewards His Majesty has bestowed.”
Li Mo nodded with a smile, but then he felt the delicate hand resting on his thigh suddenly tense.
Why is the ice block nervous...?
And why do Clan Leader Shang and Qin Yuzhi look so uneasy too?
When the decree was unfurled and Li Mo saw the words, his entire body stiffened.
“What’s wrong, kid? I haven’t even read it yet.” Li Dalong nearly caught a cold from the draft caused by the fluttering decree.
“I saw a bit of it!”
“What does it say?”
“By the Mandate of Heaven...”
“Just go back to eating.”
The Whale Clan leader quietly resumed eating his braised pork, puzzled by the odd looks everyone was giving him.
“It’s a marriage decree.”
Qian Bufan, who had just taken a bite and was now standing to the side, sighed.
“The decree states: ‘Having learned of Li Mo’s virtue and talent, and Ying Bing’s outstanding grace, and considering both have reached marriageable age, We, in Our benevolence, grant them Our blessing to join in matrimony, wishing them a harmonious union and early heirs.’
Oh, and the decree only mentions an auspicious date, leaving the specifics blank—likely His Majesty’s courtesy, allowing the two of you to choose the day yourselves.”
Silence fell over the room.
If not for the rapid breathing of a certain Phoenix Clan leader and the Divine Summoning Sect’s leader, Autumn Water Pavilion would have been utterly still.
“Marriageable age...” Li Dalong muttered.
Gu Xueqin’s breath hitched. “Auspicious date...”
Ying Bing’s lashes trembled. After a long pause, she finally asked Li Mo:
“What does the decree say?”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
Li Mo blinked, offering his interpretation. “It seems to say we should continue working closely together, hand in hand, just like we did in the Phoenix Domain. That’s what it means, right?”
“You really think so?”
“Yes, sister.”
Ying Bing gazed at him, her eyes searching, but his expression was utterly sincere—not a trace of acting.
Her heart was in turmoil.
The moment the Southern Suppressing King unrolled the decree, she had glimpsed its contents. Now, hearing Elder Qian recite it aloud, her mind spun even more wildly.
It was an indescribable feeling—something in her chest threatened to burst forth, weighing heavily on her. Calm was impossible; she wasn’t even sure she could still think.
Fireworks of every color exploded in her mind, deafeningly loud.
I’m not ready for this.
Yet seeing Li Mo’s obliviousness stirred something complicated in her.
“A childish fool like him wouldn’t understand what ‘early heirs’ even means.”
Li Mo added with perfect seriousness.
“......”
Ying Bing nearly nodded, but then her toes lightly pressed down on his foot.
You understand nothing?
Then what were all those ‘new world’ fantasies in your head?
Lowering her gaze, she glanced at the stunned faces around her.
“Let’s eat first.”
“Ah, I forgot to bring in the laundry.”
“The food isn’t as good tonight, kid. I’ll take my leave.”
“I’m exhausted. Time for bed—goodnight.”
“This...”
“You can read it in your dreams. Let’s go.”
“Take care, everyone. Sorry for the poor hospitality. We’ll treat you to a proper feast next time—don’t forget the wedding gifts.”
One by one, humans and demons alike made excuses to leave.
Young Li cheerfully saw them off at the door, only to find the courtyard empty—even his parents had vanished into the kitchen.
He exhaled in relief.
This is... too sudden.
Not just for the ice block—he wasn’t prepared either. As a man raised under the red banner, he believed marriage should come after courtship.
Though they’d already done most of what courtship entailed...
Soul-searching, he admitted he wanted this.
But if both sets of parents suddenly set up a wedding feast and declared, “Get married now,” anyone would be caught off guard.
And he still didn’t know how Ying Bing truly felt...
Young Li spread out the decree again, staring blankly at the empty space for the “auspicious date.”
......
On the roof of Autumn Water Pavilion.
Moonlight silvered the tiles, casting a glow on the slender legs Ying Bing hugged to her chest, revealing only a glimpse of smooth, luminous skin.
She watched as Young Li stood lost in thought in the courtyard before finally gathering the dishes.
The strange fluttering in her chest grew stronger.
Yes, she had fled earlier.
Because some things spill from the eyes, even when the lips stay sealed.
“If we marry... does that mean doing all those things he imagines?”
Ying Bing tightened her arms around her knees.
[Next ranking comparison countdown: One day.]
Suddenly, the long-dormant voice of the system echoed in her ears.
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!
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?"
