Pearl Tower.
In the first private chamber on the third floor, ripples of an inner world emanated, faintly resonating with the lunar essence.
Those familiar with the "Shared Moonlight" technique would recognize this as a form of remote communication.
"Li Mo, what are you up to?"
Once the inner realm connected, the effect of Shared Moonlight grew stronger, as if the speaker were whispering right beside your ear.
"Designing wrappers for popsicles."
Li Mo glanced at the blueprint before him and cleared his throat.
"Popsicles need wrappers? Are you planning to sell them?"
"Not really. It's for my own consumption. Popsicles feel more ceremonial with wrappers. You should try it once I finish."
"Alright... I'll give it a shot."
Li Mo examined the Southern Border-style wrapper he had just sketched, his mind involuntarily conjuring images of pre-packaged, ready-to-eat ice blocks.
Strange. He hadn’t consumed any yang-attributed spiritual treasures recently, so why was his hammer artifact acting up again?
"?"
A wave of confusion suddenly transmitted through Shared Moonlight.
"!"
Oh no. When lunar-linked souls connected, emotions were subconsciously shared.
Young Li could tell that while the "ice block" hadn’t said anything, she missed him terribly.
And she might have sensed that he missed her too—along with the less-than-pure thoughts swirling in his head.
"Ying Bing, are you settling in well with your grandparents?"
Li Mo swiftly changed the subject.
"I’m happy. They even showed me the family genealogy."
"??"
Two question marks popped up in Li Mo’s mind.
The first: Who carries around a family genealogy when visiting?
The second: Why wasn’t she reacting?
Despite her icy, goddess-like demeanor, Ying Bing was easily flustered by intimacy. Just sharing a teacup used to make her fingers curl up in embarrassment.
Li Mo had always assumed that if she ever glimpsed his thoughts, she’d tremble in shock, too mortified to even call him "little brother."
So why was she so unfazed now?
What Li Mo didn’t know was that Ying Bing had already peeked into his mind’s "new world" through the system.
Besides, Shared Moonlight only conveyed emotions, not specific thoughts.
Was it really surprising for a childish guy like him to have naughty ideas?
"What kind of clothes are you designing?"
"......"
Li Mo paused briefly—geniuses were quick thinkers, after all:
"Last time we bathed, you weren’t wearing an undershirt, so I thought I’d tailor some for you."
"Black cloud gauze or pearl-white lotus silk?"
"Neither."
Li Mo grew wary. Why had the "ice block" suddenly gotten so sharp? She was almost spot-on.
"Then what is it?"
"I’ll tell you if you wear them."
"It’s not like I’m short on clothes..."
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Half an hour later, sunlight poured in, illuminating the room.
The newly purchased mansion in Purple Sun Prefecture was spacious and serene, the morning quiet and undisturbed.
Ying Bing woke up in her room, biting her lip as she unscrewed the head of a big-headed doll and retrieved a few unwashed garments.
While the household still slept, she tiptoed to the water vat.
Gu Xueqin, just risen for the day, carried a basket of laundry only to find Ying Bing already busy by the vat.
"Little Ying, I’m about to wash clothes too—let me handle yours."
"Aunt Gu, I can manage. I’m almost done."
Ying Bing’s expression was calm and gentle, but a closer look would reveal her trembling lashes and reddened ears. She couldn’t possibly hand them over.
The fact that the Frost Fairy had drooled on her clothes was something even Li Mo couldn’t know.
"Little Ying, don’t be too dutiful... or that rascal will get complacent."
Gu Xueqin sighed.
"He... he is a bit..."
Ying Bing didn’t need to guess what style of "undershirt" Li Mo had in mind.
If she wore that during their next bath...
The system’s ranking might not arrive before the "punishment" was already completed.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Dawn gradually brightened, the massive pearl atop the tower radiating the first light of morning.
Today marked Pearl Tower’s auction, the climax of the Rare Treasures Bazaar. The southwest corner of the tower was chained open by sea beasts, unfolding like a music box baring its heart to the ocean.
The first floor displayed auction items for public viewing, while the second and third floors housed private chambers.
Qiao Ziyu arrived with his entourage, exhaustion etched on his face.
"Young Master, every dog in the market now thinks we’re the real fools. We truly can’t find it."
"Enough! Drop the subject!"
Qiao Ziyu clenched his fists, his face darkening.
Even a fool would realize something was amiss.
The Transcendent Remnant Bone was no ordinary artifact—how could it be snatched by a dog and vanish? Clearly, it had been a sham from the start!
But he dared not say it aloud.
Spending 200 mystic crystals on a gnawed pig’s trotter wasn’t just a financial loss—it was humiliating!
"I should’ve realized something was off from the 'haggling' scam. I let my guard down!"
As Qiao Ziyu fumed, three figures approached.
The leader was a tall, radiant young man, his inner world exuding a majestic aura.
The moment Qiao Ziyu saw him, his mind exploded with clarity.
It’s him!
From the haggling trap onward, he’d been played!
"Young Hero Li, what skillful maneuvering," Qiao Ziyu forced a strained smile, barely containing his anger.
"Hm? Have we met?"
Li Mo looked genuinely puzzled before feigning recognition. "Ah, the Young Master of the Luminous Gate! Found anything you fancy at the auction?"
Like a 200-mystic-crystal treasure, perhaps?
"......"
Qiao Ziyu’s jaw twitched. "Heh... What I desire, I acquire. If we happen to vie for the same item, I hope you won’t take it personally."
"Auctions thrive on competition. If it’s not coveted, it wouldn’t be here. May the best bidder win."
Li Mo smiled, unbothered by the veiled hostility.
"Ahem..." An elder from Luminous Gate coughed pointedly. "Rules aside, our sects are neighbors in this region. Let’s not sour relations."
Elder Qian nodded. "Well said. Have you eaten breakfast? Please, after you."
Ever the polite one, Elder Qian even offered a meal.
"No need. You first."
After a round of hollow courtesies, the Luminous Gate group entered first.
Glancing back, Qiao Ziyu seethed.
"The audacity! His counterfeit even fooled Pearl Tower!"
But without proof, complaining to the auction house was futile.
Munch, munch...
"Will you stop eating already?!"
Qiao Ziyu turned to see the elder still gnawing away.
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?"
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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
