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?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
