In Qinghe County…
Early in the morning, the chirping of birds pierced through the gauzy window of the guest room.
Ke Mo was jolted awake by the notification sound from his system.
As sunlight spilled into the room, he blinked at the familiar ceiling, pausing for a moment before yawning.
“Been a while since I slept so soundly.”
He’d never tried to push his potential to this limit before.
His entire internal breath had been drained, not a drop left.
The mental strain was so great he’d simply passed out.
Ke Mo checked his Dantian and found that his internal breath had actually recovered a bit.
Could it be that he practiced in his dream?
Confused, he began to investigate the culprit behind his pleasant slumber.
【Congratulations, Host! You successfully invested in ‘Qian Bufan’, saving him from an ambush by the Huanmo Sect.】
【Investment Feedback: ‘Eight Treasures Devouring Gold Skill’】
The description read: “Based on treasure energy, belongs to the metal element, extremely powerful in offense, but the cost is immense. If you don’t have substantial wealth, think twice before practicing.”
“Elder Qian’s martial arts?”
Ke Mo had once thought it would be great to get his hands on Elder Qian’s martial arts.
But just as he turned his head, the system popped up with a bunch of notifications.
However, he already possessed some martial arts—didn’t know if he could practice this one.
And it wasn’t just Qian Bufan he invested in.
【Congratulations, Host! You successfully invested in ‘He Chen’, saving him from an ambush by the Huanmo Sect.】
【Investment Feedback: ‘Surprise Cloud Sword Technique’】
The description read: “A sword technique passed down from Hengyun Sword City, gained by the Bai family’s ancestor from observing sword clouds. Only direct disciples may learn.”
【Congratulations, Host! You successfully invested in ‘Zhou Tu’, saving him from falling in the bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm.】
【Investment Feedback: ‘Chizhi Wine.’】
【Congratulations, Host! You successfully invested in ‘Yao Feng’, saving him from falling in the bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm.】
【Investment Feedback: ‘Martial Insight Eight Folds.’】
…
A long list of investment feedback left little Ke Mo’s eyes spinning—he was slightly dizzy.
There were indeed some noteworthy goodies.
Various martial arts, a whopping thirty in total, with the least of them still being top-tier, not to mention some masterpieces.
Too bad the masterpieces were all low grade; not even a single middle-tier piece.
Ancient bronze celestial seal, three pieces.
Ancient bronze creation seal, one piece.
The creation seal seemed a lot harder to get than the celestial seal; the former was for deducing observation techniques while the latter was for martial arts.
Not sure if it was a probability issue or if observation techniques were just more precious than lower-tier martial arts.
“The observation techniques in the library are extremely rare; I guess it’s the latter.”
He pushed aside the martial arts feedback.
The system space was a mess.
Little Ke Mo grinned as he started categorizing his newfound fortune.
Red gold: twenty thousand taels; gold: three hundred thousand taels; silver… well, he lost count there, but there was definitely enough to exchange for several million piled high in silver notes.
Mysterious crystals, over forty pieces.
No need to say more; these were worth more than red gold.
“Just this little Eight Treasures Devouring Gold Skill? If I wanted to practice it, wouldn’t that be easy-peasy?”
Ke Mo decided he’d have to adjust his self-introduction from “slightly wealthy” to “having a bit of assets.”
The other rare treasures—minerals, jewels, herbs, fine wine, treasured tea—varieties were plentiful.
The system space was enriched by a third.
All from this bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm’s bounty.
“Oh my bean sprouts.”
“This Secret Realm was a hit.”
According to the feedback, Ke Mo had effectively saved most of the people trapped in the realm.
The first level’s so-called chivalrous rescue had saved part of the crew, and then he smashed the realm, which seemed to count as his investment too.
What that meant was…
If it hadn’t been for him, there might have been a huge disaster in the realm.
The Huanmo Sect had no intention of letting any trial participants escape.
“I was just hoping to invest in Ice Chunk…”
Ke Mo sighed a bit.
Speaking of which, suddenly he remembered the feedback from Ice Chunk that he hadn’t fully investigated yet.
His mind sank back into the system space.
A gold page, a gold seal.
This was Ice Chunk’s feedback.
【Golden Creation Seal】：“Stamp this on the observation technique to deduce, perfect, and upgrade its level; can ultimately be used on a higher-level observation technique.”
Ke Mo had seen the “God-Shape Record.”
Come to think of it, it was written by Han Zhen.
—
Being able to use it on higher-level techniques means that with the Golden Creation Seal, he could upgrade an observation technique from a peak level to a grand idea level.
Currently, he had a few observation techniques.
Among them were the Night Ghost statue, a bl**d meat Buddha, and a transformation of the Golden Crow into the sun.
The first two didn’t seem very useful; even if he practiced, who knew how strong they’d be? They’d probably turn him into a pariah in the martial world once he was done.
As for the Golden Crow transformation, he had initially thought it was a grand idea level.
But later realized it was just a peak level.
“My understanding of the Observation Realm isn’t deep yet; no need to rush to use the Golden Creation Seal.”
“This thing only pops with Ice Chunk’s help right now.”
Ke Mo restrained himself from the impulse to get a grand idea level technique right away.
【Zhou Tian Star Dou Xuankong Classic】：“This supreme technique records the great secrets of the Zhou Tian Star Dou; within one’s own cave sky, you can transform stars with Xuan Kong. When the Zhou Tian Star Dou reaches its peak, it becomes a perfect whole; at that time, you can evolve into various celestial phenomena!”
Ke Mo: “Huh?”
He was shocked.
The Zhou Tian Star Dou has three hundred fifteen stars.
Are you saying he needs to condense three hundred fifteen of these?
Little Ke Mo thought he must be seeing things, but no—there were no words on the golden page; the information on this martial art was conveyed through the consciousness soul.
It was clear that this “Zhou Tian Star Dou Xuankong Classic” couldn’t be evaluated by divine skills.
Or rather… had long surpassed the realm of martial arts.
“But… can my Dantian hold it?”
Ke Mo still found it hard to imagine.
“Wait…”
“This Xuan Kong isn’t in the Dantian but in the cave sky.”
Ke Mo figured it out.
This wasn’t intended for practitioners of the Internal Breathing Realm at all.
His body itself formed a cave sky.
That’s a characteristic of advanced martial arts, a standard for the Law Bodies.
A Law Body has three hundred fifteen stars; that barely made sense.
But…
“I don’t have a cave sky.”
“A small world… would that work?”
A light flickered in Ke Mo’s mind.
He silently felt his current state.
After extreme exhaustion, every cell begged for energy, his meridians were all dried up, as if they were tied in knots, needing a slow recovery.
Once he restored his energy, he could likely ascend a hundred feet.
“At that point, my opportunity to breakthrough would probably arrive.”
Ke Mo took a deep breath.
He prepared to get out of bed, but suddenly felt a bit weak.
The great Northwest Hammer King!
Almost tripped over his own feet.
Why did he say “almost?”
Because he crashed into a fragrant chunk of cold jade.
Um… right on Ying Bing’s shoulder.
“You’re awake.”
The sound of jade hitting the floor reached his ears.
Ke Mo raised his head to find Ice Chunk’s eyes peering down at him.
She had changed into a comfy dress and was holding a bowl of medicinal soup.
Little Ke Mo, usually so smooth-tongued, found himself somewhat at a loss for words, finally nodding after a moment:
“Thanks.”
“I should be thanking you,” she said, sitting down at the ancient and fragrant rosewood table, placing the items on the tray down before lightly patting the chair next to her. “Come here and sit down.”
“What’s this?” he asked, eyeing the items on the table, feeling a sense of dread.
“Restorative medicine.”
Ying Bing stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, then rapped the edge of the green porcelain bowl: “Drink this. I’ll help you regulate your meridians.”
Ke Mo: “!”
He looked at the pure gaze of the girl beside him, then back at that bowl of soup.
The little Ke Mo, who could swing a divine weapon and shake the heavens, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Folks, any remedies for avoiding big bro’s medicine sessions?
Need answers ASAP!
