"Who am I? Where am I?"
It felt like an eternity had passed, yet perhaps only an instant.
Outside the window, the same cold moon hung in the sky, casting its pale light over the frozen stream.
Inside the chamber, Li Mo opened his eyes in confusion.
The vast, primordial visions from before still lingered in his mind, refusing to fade, nearly overwhelming his senses.
Now, only one sensation dominated his awareness:
Hunger.
Not the hunger of the stomach, but a deep, soul-deep craving.
Instinctively, he retrieved a vial of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk and gulped it down in one go.
The essence of the earth veins surged into his dantian, absorbed by his thirty-six primary meridians before converging into his core, bringing a sensation akin to parched land finally blessed with rain.
"Ah..."
Wiping his lips, Li Mo finally regained his composure and recalled what had just happened.
He had used the Heavenly Scripture Seal to refine a martial technique.
He had elevated a divine martial art, transforming it into a single petal of a lotus.
"That technique... I’m not even sure if it can still be called a martial art anymore."
The feeling was strange.
Li Mo understood its essence, yet he found no way to articulate it.
Words failed him.
Every method he knew for conveying knowledge seemed utterly inadequate to describe what the technique embodied.
Then, he noticed something unusual.
Quickly, he focused his attention inward, toward his dantian.
There,
a faint wisp of energy hovered, almost tangible.
Pale red in hue, like an eternal flame that had burned since time immemorial, never extinguishing.
Inner Breath!?
This time, his Inner Breath hadn’t vanished!
"A whole vial of Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, and all I got was this tiny strand?"
Li Mo couldn’t help but laugh wryly.
Now he finally understood the purpose of those thirty-six meridians.
Without them working in unison to refine the earth vein essence, even this single wisp of Inner Breath would have been impossible to condense.
Raising a finger,
the strand of Inner Breath manifested at his fingertip.
It held no heat, no discernible aura.
With a flick,
the wisp shot out the window, landing on the frozen stream.
Miraculously, it began to burn.
The ice was ignited.
Yet, it didn’t melt into water.
The flickering flames reflected in Li Mo’s widened eyes, mirroring his astonishment.
"If I don’t recall it, it’ll keep burning like this."
"Until the entire stream is consumed..."
"This Inner Breath doesn’t just burn ice—it can even consume other ‘flames’..."
A realization dawned upon him.
No other martial artist’s Inner Breath could boast such an outrageous property.
At best, theirs might be tougher or more lethal.
But his? It could incinerate all things—only a matter of time.
"So... how exactly did this Inner Breath fit inside my body?"
Li Mo had stumbled upon the critical question.
Well.
This could only be attributed to the wonders of his Profound Yin Immortal Physique.
"Regardless, I’ve finally reached the Inner Breath realm."
A weight lifted from Li Mo’s heart.
He still had twelve vials of Earth Vein Spirit Milk left.
Setting aside three—two for his parents, one for emergencies—he decided to dedicate the remaining nine to cultivation.
Enough talk. Time to charge ahead!
......
Upstairs.
The room was suffused with a snowy hue, every surface coated in frost.
The finely crafted bed had cracked under the extreme cold.
Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
A faint ripple of Inner Breath pulsed around her.
Even now, she was harnessing the restless Lunar Qi to cultivate.
The process was agonizing, but the rewards were immense.
The Lunar Essence—supremely cold, supremely gentle.
While it withered all things, it also concealed the seeds of rebirth.
This was why her physique far surpassed others of her realm.
"The time... should be about right."
Ying Bing lifted her gaze to the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Midnight.
Right on schedule, the system chimed with a notification:
[Scanning the Eastern Wasteland Domain to compile a list of all prodigies...]
[Conducting combat power comparisons for the host...]
The system performed both tasks simultaneously.
In truth, the list alone sufficed.
If her name topped it, nothing else needed to be said.
"Haah..."
A breath laced with ice crystals escaped her lips as a trace of focus settled on her jade-like features.
Not out of concern for her position, but curiosity.
Aside from Li Mo,
would anyone else in this life defy her expectations?
And where would that youth, so different from his past incarnation, rank?
In the bone-chilling cold, time seemed to lose all meaning.
[Ding—]
[Initial ranking results announced.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 50th Place: Lin Jiang.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 49th Place: Zhao Qin.]
...
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 30th Place: Murong Xiao.]
...
As the system’s words materialized line by line, Ying Bing’s expression returned to its usual serenity.
The rankings did deviate slightly from her memories.
Lin Jiang, Murong Xiao...
Coincidentally, both seemed acquainted with Li Mo?
His name hadn’t appeared yet.
Not surprising.
Li Mo’s swordsmanship had been learned from her, after all.
And today’s clash had even revealed something she hadn’t anticipated.
His rank would surely land within the top twenty.
The system’s announcements continued.
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 20th Place: Xiao Qin.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 19th Place: Mei Ziguang.]
...
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 14th Place: Luo Yu.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 13th Place: Zuo Qiuyang.]
...
Gradually, some names began to stir recognition in Ying Bing’s mind.
Some had risen to prominence in the Eastern Wasteland Domain in her past life, while others had ventured to the Central Divine Land, leaving their mark on the grand stage of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Luo Yu, for instance, had led the Blazing Jade Valley to supremacy in Purple Sun Prefecture after the decline of the Qingyuan Sect.
Zuo Qiuyang had claimed victory in the Abyssal Trials, later becoming a dreaded assassin under the banner of the Misty Rain Pavilion.
All were figures of extraordinary talent.
As for the top ten? They were true dragons among men.
A thought flickered through Ying Bing’s mind.
Li Mo’s absence meant only one thing.
He had broken into the top ten.
No—even higher.
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 5th Place: Zhong Zhenyue.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 4th Place: Han Zhen.]
[Eastern Wasteland Domain Prodigy Ranking, 3rd Place: Shang Li.]
At this, a rare trace of bewilderment flashed in Ying Bing’s serene eyes.
These individuals had all carved their names into the annals of history, rising as titans amidst the tides of fate.
Shang Li, the last crown prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, had wielded the remnants of his fallen kingdom’s fortune to stage a dramatic resurgence.
Han Zhen was an enigma—his meteoric ascent and martial arts, seemingly out of sync with the current era, hinted at an inheritance from an ancient lineage.
For Li Mo to surpass them, placing only beneath her?
The thought had barely formed when—
Ying Bing’s mind froze.
Her tranquil eyes widened in shock.
[Eastern Wasteland Domain's Heavenly Pride Ranking, Second Place: Ying Bing.]
She saw herself.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
