He didn't use the power of imitating heaven and earth, did he

Look closely, this man is called Little Li. Just moments ago, he was forced, out of necessity, to drink a medicinal wine laced with a double dose of Twin Joy Powder.

To be honest, he had to admit he had overestimated his own constitution.

Being impervious to a hundred poisons was utterly useless against this stuff. The moment the wine entered his stomach, a fiery sensation bloomed below his dantian.

But as everyone knows, Young Master Li had considerable experience in dealing with excess yang energy, even earning himself the nickname Li Huowang (Blazing Li).

"Young Master Li, how do you feel?"

Seeing the flush of blood and energy rising to his face, Mo Chaozong asked with narrowed eyes.

"Fine wine. It's actually made me feel a bit lightheaded."

Li Mo exhaled a heavy breath of liquor, his demeanor not entirely feigned.

With a cupped fist and a muttered excuse, he left the table and strode away quickly, as if something were chasing him.

"Heh... hehehe, it seems the effect is quite good."

A profound, inscrutable smile appeared on Mo Chaozong's face.

"Where is the cult member who concocted this? This person is a talent. Even Li Mo's constitution couldn't withstand the drug's properties."

Yuwen Cuojin nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to speak further, his expression suddenly stiffened, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Situ Ding, squinting, said, "This substance could probably have a thirty percent effect even on a Dharma Body."

As his words fell, their gazes involuntarily converged on Mo Chaozong, and they all subtly took a step back from him.

"Gate Master Mo, how are you... feeling now?"

"This lord... pah. This lord's cultivation is profound, and I practice curse arts. What scene have I not witnessed? This little backlash is no major issue."

Mo Chaozong scoffed disdainfully, completely unperturbed.

"Naturally, I believe what Gate Master Mo says. But then why is your hand on my backside?"

If not for the crowd and prying eyes, Yuwen Cuojin might have already slapped Mo Chaozong dead.

"!?"

Mo Chaozong was shocked. How had his hand suddenly developed a mind of its own?

No, wait, it wasn't just his hand...

What was even more bizarre was that he now found Yuwen Cuojin, this great demonic leader, to be rather charming in a mature way. Even the ferocious beasts brought by other sects seemed handsome and fair...

The demonic cult members quickly all moved further away from him.

"This thing really works even on the Sixth Realm?"

"Where's the brother who developed this medicine? Hurry up and get me some too... er, did he not leave behind an antidote?"

"What do we do now? Brothers from the Yin-Yang Hall, how about you... sacrifice yourselves, turn into women to help Gate Master Mo detoxify?"

The demonic cult members' table descended into momentary chaos.

Fortunately, after several rounds of drinks, many were already quite intoxicated. For instance, the muscular brutes from the Gangdou Sect were wrestling over there; Elder Xu from the Hengyun Sword City was having a one-on-one duel with that elder from the Sword Manor; Shang Wu was drinking while playing mahjong, relying on Shang Li's good luck to win a potful, her loud shouts audible from three miles away.

The elders also appeared relaxed and off-guard, drinking heartily.

So, no one really noticed their peculiar state.

There was also a piece of good news.

"Hmph... The Clear Abyss Sect is currently at its most lax. This operation might be even simpler than we imagined."

"Don't rush. Let's capture Li Mo first."

...

At another table.

"Old Huang, the antidote, quick."

Li Mo rushed over to Huang Donglai in a frantic hurry, feeling increasingly that something was very wrong.

"Li... Brother Li?"

Huang Donglai was startled by his abrupt approach and instantly understood what Li Mo had just drunk.

But he paused, then said solemnly:

"Brother Li, it's not like you've just met me. The things I concoct... they don't have antidotes... You should have known that when you drank it."

"I didn't expect the effect to be this potent."

"Huh?"

Huang Donglai frowned, examining Li Mo more carefully.

"Brother Li, I know the reason. Your yang energy is usually extremely abundant, and it hasn't been expended. So now it's like a spark to tinder. The double dose of Twin Joy Powder was just the trigger. Right now, there are only two methods."

"The first is to find someone to fight. The second is... Huh?"

Before Huang Donglai could finish, he suddenly realized Li Mo in front of him was gone.

...

The Autumn Water Pavilion had been completely decorated, its originally simple and elegant appearance now unrecognizable, replaced everywhere by festive colors.

"The ice block is waiting for me in the bridal chamber, wearing her wedding veil."

Li Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression that of a righteous gentleman.

And this time, he didn't need to sneak around; it was completely legitimate.

It's just the timing wasn't quite right.

Damnable Summoning Demonic Cult, why did they have to come now of all times?

Little Li had completely forgotten how the engagement banquet had turned into a wedding ceremony. If the cult members heard his thoughts, they'd surely curse him for forgetting his roots.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door with practiced ease.

By the dim lamplight at the bedside, Ying Bing's red wedding dress shimmered with a gentle, rippling luster. One wondered if the peerlessly beautiful face beneath the red veil was also tinged with the flush of wine.

It really was.

Because even though she hadn't moved, her heartbeat was rather loud.

Right now, she was completely tuning out even the system reminding her that ranking time had arrived.

Li Mo sat down quietly beside her. "Tonight is very dangerous. We need to be prepared. If the demonic cult makes a move, we have to respond at any moment. But before that, we need to pretend everything is normal..."

"Then come up here."

Ying Bing's delicate hand patted the pillow beside her.

Li Mo: "!"

This gesture was actually familiar to him. It was how, during their first dual cultivation session, the ice block had also patted the bed, telling him to come up.

But back then, she was as aloof as a deity, her gaze like cold jade, as if completing a certain task, devoid of any worldly air.

Back then, having the ice block assist his cultivation was purely for cultivation.

And now?

Li Mo didn't lie down. Instead, he sat bent over at the edge. The fire in his dantian seemed to have silently leapt into his heart, fueling a wild urge to lift the veil and look.

But...

If he saw the ice block's face now, he didn't dare imagine what would happen.

"Why aren't you lying down?"

"If I lie down..."

"The veil isn't lifted yet. Whatever treasure you have... I can't see it."

Ying Bing's soft voice drifted from beneath the veil.

"Really, you can't see anything at all?" Li Mo asked, somewhat dazed.

He waved his hand in front of Ying Bing's eyes.

"Mmm..."

Ying Bing, through the veil, met his currently somewhat vacant gaze and still nodded.

So, Li Mo, without changing his expression, placed his hand on the pair of Hai silk stockings he hadn't been able to find earlier. Luckily, the ice block hadn't made him search for them, otherwise he truly wouldn't have found them.

After all, he couldn't very well have looked under her skirt at the time.

Ying Bing: "?"

Please, she couldn't see, but she wasn't a vegetable, completely without sensation.

She wasn't some foolish...

"Childish ghost..." she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Can't call me childish ghost today," Li Mo said, his voice muffled.

"Before the veil is lifted, it's still allowed."

"?"

A perfectly good ice block, why play with fire? Aren't you afraid that this time, having you assist my cultivation won't be purely for cultivation?