Little Li darted forward, appearing almost instantaneously at the kitchen doorway.
But he was still a step too late.
As he entered, he saw Ying Bing holding a spoon, frowning slightly as she took a small taste.
"Ice block, quick, spit it out!"
Li Mo, who had just wolfed down an entire potful, was horrified. He rushed in frantically, pinching her vermilion lips into an 'O' shape, genuinely trying to fish something out this time.
Unfortunately, just like before, he found nothing.
"You swallowed it all?!"
"You ate it too, and a whole pot at that, cough..."
Before Ying Bing could finish her sentence, her mouth was obstructed by a finger urgently trying to reach down her throat.
She tilted her head to dodge it, pursing her lips.
"Stop messing around, that feels strange."
"Hurry and spit it out, this is no joke. Do you feel unwell now?"
"No... hmm? Li Mo, have you learned a new divine ability?"
As soon as Ying Bing said this, she felt a slight chill—because her body temperature was rising.
"Haven't learned any," Li Mo replied, quickly rummaging in his storage artifact for a Five Aspects Purple Spirit Pill.
"Then why do you have three heads?"
"What three heads? It's clearly two... Huh?!"
Little Li looked up sharply.
The Frost Immortal's fair face was now flushed with a rosy hue, her eyes flickering with confusion and haziness, like an autumn pond veiled in a faint mist. She looked rather... not too bright.
It might sound a bit heartless to say.
But seeing the usually aloof and clear-headed ice block in this dazed, soft, and silly state, Li Mo's first thought was actually, 'Damn, she's really cute.'
"Ouch..." Ying Bing clutched her stomach, a sheen of fine sweat appearing on her forehead.
She collapsed into the arms of the three-headed Little Li, and her vision sank into darkness.
.......
The Empress Palace Master hadn't dreamed in a long time.
This dream was particularly strange. The world became kaleidoscopic, everything seemed to be stretching and spinning, as if all things had turned into a kaleidoscope.
She didn't remember being caught in any extremely powerful illusion array.
Oh, right.
She had eaten the hodgepodge she made herself.
In her daze, she felt a pill being fed into her mouth, cool and refreshing. Then the muffled sounds by her ear gradually became clear—a very familiar voice.
"How is Little Bing'er? With the wedding approaching, what are we to do?"
It was Aunt Gu's voice.
Then she heard Xue Jing speak:
"Little Bing'er has a special constitution, it's not a big problem. She'll recover on her own after a while. Little Mo promptly fed her the Five Aspects Purple Spirit Pill, which will shorten that recovery time significantly. Just pay attention these next couple of days and let her rest quietly with some qi-tonifying and spirit-nourishing medicine."
"I'll take good care of her."
This voice made the ice block feel most at ease.
Xue Jing asked curiously, "What on earth did Little Bing'er eat?"
"She cooked a meal herself," Li Mo said helplessly.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Xue Jing decisively declined the invitation to stay for dinner, left a prescription for a spirit-nourishing decoction, and left, as if something terrifying were chasing him.
Li Dalong and Gu Xueqin exchanged a glance and decided to go prepare the medicine first.
"Dad, find a place to bury the pot. Make sure it's a hidden spot, and dig the hole deep."
After saying this, the room quieted down. Then Ying Bing felt a warm hand placed on her forehead.
"Such a fever."
Li Mo frowned.
"So cold."
Ying Bing felt utterly weak. Making the effort to open her eyes a slit and speak a sentence felt like using the same strength Li Mo needed to eat baby food.
As everyone knew, the ice block was usually a cool, aloof immortal. Though she wasn't like that with Li Mo, she still maintained an intelligent and composed demeanor.
Unless special circumstances arose, she usually played the role of the elder sister to Little Li. Her inner strength seemed far greater than her cultivation.
Seeing her in this sickly, frail state was truly a first.
Earlier, Li Mo had been full of worry. Now that he knew she wasn't in serious trouble, he found her both pitiful and adorable.
"Then I'll find something warm to heat you up."
"Mhm."
Ying Bing nodded subconsciously.
Li Mo lifted the quilt, climbed onto the bed, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her completely.
Ying Bing: "?"
"Just tell me, is it warm or not? Who could be warmer than me?" Little Li stated with absolute conviction.
With her head already dizzy and everything looking like a funhouse mirror, the ice block couldn't argue. It was indeed very warm, a cozy warmth that was easy to grow fond of.
"It clearly didn't taste good."
"The ice block is having a sentimental moment?" Li Mo teased, repeating the words she had once said to him.
"Hmph..."
Ying Bing turned her head away, pouting angrily, refusing to look at him.
This kind of aggrieved expression was something one would actually see on the ice block's face.
Perhaps it wasn't entirely due to the illness and dizziness. After all, she had suffered worse injuries in her past life.
It was simply because there was no need to pretend to be strong anymore.
"Good might be a stretch, but I liked it. Look, didn't I break through a realm because of it? Countless people endure far greater hardships trying to break through, and they might not even succeed."
Li Mo put on an exaggerated expression:
"And think about it, a meal personally cooked by the Frost Immortal—how many people would risk their lives just for a taste, but never get the chance."
"Not true... I won't cook for anyone else in the future."
"Of course not. After all, the Frost Immortal belongs to my family. Outsiders wouldn't even get a chance at the door."
Li Mo stroked the hair by her ear, declaring righteously.
"My head feels even fuzzier now."
Ying Bing's eyelashes fluttered slightly at his words, her eyes misty.
"It couldn't be lingering side effects, could it?"
Li Mo grew tense again and used his Heavenly Destiny Divine Eye to check. He found no other symptoms; she was simply looking a bit... not too bright.
"Nothing major. You just still have a bit of a fever, just as Elder Xue said."
"You know how to diagnose illnesses too?"
"I know a little. If you want to get better quickly, an injection will do it. One shot, and any fever will be gone."
"Injection?"
Ying Bing had only heard of acupuncture. An injection was probably a similar treatment method?
She was about to say she also knew a few martial arts techniques involving needles, but before she could speak, she furrowed her delicate brows and softly drew in a cool breath.
"What's wrong?"
"My mouth hurts. I think I have a blister."
"Let me check."
Little Li said with a perfectly straight face as he pinched her chin.
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.
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)
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!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
