"That should be all, thank you for your trouble."
"Mmm. Junior Brother, the items you picked are best eaten fresh—don’t store them for too long."
"Oh? You have such insights, Elder Brother? Seems we share similar tastes."
"Not at all, not at all."
"I’ll head back to cook now. Let’s have hot pot together sometime."
Li Mo cupped his hands in salute to the attendant.
And so.
Under the bewildered gazes of the onlookers.
Young Li strolled out of the External Affairs Hall, casually carrying two baskets of exotic beast meat.
"Senior Brother, how do you know which exotic beasts taste good?"
An outer sect attendant mused thoughtfully.
The inner sect attendant who had recommended many choices to Li Mo earlier replied with an inscrutable look:
"You’re asking quite a few questions today."
......
Autumn Water Pavilion.
By the time Li Mo returned, it was already noon.
Time was tight, but his skills were well-honed, and the "ice block" hadn’t returned yet—only Shang Wu was in the pavilion.
After feeding his master, he headed to the waterfall again.
"Profound Weapon Embryo."
Li Mo gazed at the soft, metallic sphere in his palm, jiggling like a slime.
It could replicate weapons based on a template, and the result would undoubtedly be a top-tier Profound Weapon.
If he used the Annihilation Star Hammer as the template, the result would likely be its ultra-nerfed version.
Something like the Crimson Sky Sword compared to the Blazing Void Sword?
But it should still be stronger than the Crimson Sky Sword—from what he’d heard, the Crimson Sky Sword was an upper-tier Profound Weapon.
With that in mind.
Li Mo drew the Crimson Sky Sword and stepped behind the waterfall.
"Fire Crane Thousand Feathers!"
He slashed at the thick rock wall.
His sword technique, paired with the Profound Weapon, was devastatingly effective.
It cut through the stone like tofu, and the carved-out material was swiftly stored in his miniature world. Soon, he had hollowed out a "cave abode."
"Whew..."
"I’m much stronger now than when I first activated the World Seed."
"I should have enough energy to retrieve it after taking it out."
Li Mo took a deep breath.
Unfortunately, the physical enhancements from the miniature world didn’t carry over to the outside.
He couldn’t train with the Annihilation Star Hammer inside the World Seed.
He had to bring it out.
Hum—
The air around him trembled.
In that instant.
The godlike strength that could resent the heavens for lacking a handle returned.
Compared to his first attempt, Li Mo was far more adept now.
The newly carved cave was instantly filled with a razor-sharp aura, leaving sword and blade marks on the granite walls.
Without wasting a second, he immediately summoned the Annihilation Star Hammer.
Gripping the divine weapon again, a powerful surge of emotion welled up in his heart.
Instinct screamed at him to unleash its primordial force.
But Li Mo held back.
Reason told him the consequences of swinging that hammer—he wouldn’t be able to handle them.
He gently placed the hammer on the ground before deactivating the World Seed’s power.
"Whew..."
Sweat poured from Li Mo’s body as he exhaled deeply.
A wave of weakness washed over him, but it was still better than passing out like last time.
Hum—
The Annihilation Star Hammer vibrated twice, like an excited child thrilled to be out playing.
"Hit..."
Once excited.
It just wanted to smash something.
Li Mo wiped his sweat and activated the Extreme Weapon Tempering Art at the Transformation Realm.
"Be good. We must be a civilized divine weapon."
"A civilized divine weapon doesn’t strike recklessly. Hurting people is bad enough, but even hurting flowers and grass is unacceptable."
Hum—
The hammer responded with a short, subdued vibration.
As Li Mo’s cultivation deepened, the area of his miniature world expanded. Aside from lacking living beings, it was far more comfortable than the Divine Edge Cave.
"Don’t move around, okay?"
Li Mo nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he draped the Profound Weapon Embryo over the Annihilation Star Hammer.
Hum—
The mercury-like metallic liquid enveloped the entire hammer, trembling violently.
The Profound Weapon Embryo was meticulously replicating the hammer’s shape, aura, and essence.
Of course, only up to the limits of a Profound Weapon.
"Don’t disappoint me."
After watching for a while, Li Mo sat down cross-legged.
He hadn’t practiced the Extreme Weapon Tempering Art in a long time.
Now that he could summon and dismiss the divine weapon at will, tempering his body would become a daily necessity.
Hammer techniques demanded immense physical and blood-qi strength.
Unconsciously.
The sunlight outside the window dimmed.
A figure emerged from behind the waterfall, steam rising from his body as the cascading water evaporated on contact. He looked like a freshly forged blade.
After becoming the master of a divine weapon, training with the Annihilation Star Hammer showed visible progress.
His physique was already advancing toward the next realm.
But after activating the World Seed twice, exhaustion weighed heavily on him.
"Good thing I cooked dinner at noon."
Young Li sighed in relief.
He didn’t stop there, adding drops of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk to the pool.
Submerging himself, the earth-vein essence soothed his fatigue.
Only after circulating the Fire Heart Lotus Technique did Li Mo have the leisure to examine the newly replicated hammer.
"The shape isn’t too different from the Annihilation Star Hammer."
"The aura is similar too, just much, much weaker."
"Hmm..."
"The Annihilation Star Hammer Youth Mini Edition?"
Young Li felt the name was a bit too long.
Then it hit him—wasn’t this just the Annihilation Star Hammer’s son?
"From now on, you’ll be called the Starlet Mallet."
......
Five days passed in a flash.
Young Li had been busy lately.
Between personal training, body tempering, refining his blood-qi,
and finding time to feed the "ice block" and his beautiful master at Autumn Water Pavilion.
At night, there was no rest either—he had to attend to the ever-enthusiastic Princess Little Jiang.
Occasionally, he also had to engage in... deep discussions about sword arts with the ice block.
"I’m practically a time-management genius."
That evening, Li Mo dragged his exhausted body back to Autumn Water Pavilion.
He poured himself a cup of water and gulped it down.
Slumping onto the stone table, he sighed:
"Don’t wanna move. Really don’t wanna cook today..."
"Man is iron, food is steel. My dear disciple, how can you skip meals when you’re this tired?"
Shang Wu propped her chin on one hand, speaking with righteous conviction.
Li Mo shot her a sidelong glance. Then how about you do it, Master?
Shang Wu lifted her chin proudly. "This master is utterly clueless about cooking."
?
What exactly are you proud of?
At that moment.
The ice block spoke up:
"Then should I..."
"No! x2"
Master and disciple shouted in unison.
Shang Wu jolted as if rising from her deathbed, while Li Mo’s exhaustion vanished instantly as he flashed into the kitchen.
His Gale Shadow Step finally had a practical use.
"Little Bing’er, didn’t you train all day in the Icefire Pool? You should rest," Shang Wu urged, terrified she might actually try.
Ying Bing, sipping tea quietly, frowned slightly:
"I meant we could ask the Internal Affairs Hall canteen to deliver food."
The highest alert in Autumn Water Pavilion was lifted.
Shang Wu exhaled in relief, then studied Ying Bing closely and suddenly noticed something amiss.
"Little Bing’er, your blood-qi has reached perfect harmony."
"You’re about to break through, aren’t you?"
She meant a major realm.
Ying Bing gave a slight nod, her jade-like face betraying no emotion, her tone as calm as the tea in her cup:
"Tonight."
Many martial artists spend their entire lives trapped before the Inner Breath Realm, never able to cross its threshold.
But for her, who had walked this path in a past life, there would be no bottlenecks.
It was merely the twenty-four meridians' grand circulation of qi and blood, borrowing the power of the moon to break into the Inner Breath Realm.
To her, this was but a trivial step forward—hardly worth mentioning.
The reason she chose tonight to advance was simply as a precaution.
On the system's rankings, she had to claim the top spot.

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!