In the back room of the tavern.
“Hehehe…”
“I’m going to meet the God now….”
From afar, Li Mo could hear Chang Bolong’s howls; the guy not only looked pathetic but seemed to have some serious mental issues, going on about divine matters with a pious expression and mumbling to himself.
“The Huanmo Sect’s martial arts really mess with the brain.”
Li Mo sighed lightly.
Chang Bolong was already a bit off-kilter, and now that he saw his nemesis, Li Mo, along with Ying Bing entering the back room, his mental state escalated even further, practically transforming him into a raging lunatic as he spat out:
“You will d*e! Stealing the God’s child, you’ll meet a terrible fate!”
Xue Jing helplessly remarked:
“Little Mo, there’s no way I can fix this.”
“He’s not too bright to begin with, and you gave him a good whack to the back of his head.”
“Yeah, if I had known, I would’ve held back a little.”
Li Mo nodded, while everyone felt that something was off.
Hold back during a Guan Shen insight?
But coming from Li Shidi’s mouth, it somehow sounded alright.
“How about we just close the door and let Shang Wu take over?” Qian Bufan suggested.
“Cough, he’s not that bad…”
Li Mo coughed lightly, a beam of moonlight swirling behind him as he casually pointed, projecting it forth.
Sometimes the information from the fated divine eye just isn’t thorough enough.
Right now, all he knew was Chang Bolong’s basic info.
But he had no clue what the Huanmo Sect was up to.
Let’s take it easy with Chang Bolong’s ramblings for now; let’s calm him down, then get the story straight.
As clear radiance enveloped Chang Bolong, he immediately quieted down. He had initially wanted to hurl some nasty curses, but suddenly he was tongue-tied.
His gaze became significantly clearer.
“Hehe.”
Chang Bolong had calmed down, yet the bitterness and murderous intent in his eyes still didn’t fade a bit.
The Taiyin’s clear glow might soothe one’s spirit, but it apparently couldn’t extinguish the flames of hate.
“What do you mean by ‘God’?” Li Mo asked.
“How dare you call the God an ‘it’!”
“Isn’t the God an ‘it’?”
“You’re the ‘it’!”
Chang Bolong’s eyelids began twitching; he looked increasingly panic-stricken:
“The God is an omnipotent being, knowing everything in the world. One day, He will truly descend upon our realm, taking His followers to the Heavenly Realm…”
Everyone furrowed their brows.
Martial artists usually focus on themselves, but Chang Bolong here was clearly off his rocker, worshipping some obscure existence as if it were divine.
No wonder his consciousness was so scattered.
“Then why are you carrying Murong Xiao? What’s he got to do with you guys?”
Li Mo glanced at the ‘Buddha statue’ nearby.
Murong Xiao seemed to be stuck in some winter hibernation, and with his skills in the golden bell shield, if you shaved his head and changed his clothes, he’d pass for a Buddha statue without a hitch…
“He’s serving as the vessel for the God’s descent.”
“His will is about to arrive… you will definitely…”
Chang Bolong’s voice grew fainter.
Li Mo was curious; are there similar divine beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?
“You said the God is omniscient and omnipotent?”
“Of course.” Chang Bolong displayed a cold grin as he neared his end.
“Then can He create something He can’t lift?”
“Maybe… wait…”
Chang Bolong’s eyes suddenly went wide and a look of confusion crossed his face.
His head was suddenly unbearably itchy.
So when he finally kicked the bucket, his eyes were still wide open.
“He was already dimwitted; you really are something.”
Xue Jing sighed.
Li Mo chuckled awkwardly; after all, he was just casually asking.
What the Huanmo Sect was planning, what trouble would unfold in the South Border—Little Li really wasn’t that curious about it.
He just wanted to hang out in the Qingyuan Sect’s small patch of land and rack up rewards.
With the King of the South Border around, there was no way he’d have a chance to make a name for himself.
Anyway, they managed to bring Murong Xiao back; even though he was still in slumber due to bloodline issues, there would be a time for awakening.
This little detour seemed trivial to Little Li compared to the festivities of the Autumn Evening Festival.
…….
A few days later.
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Setting
Traditional Simplified
The fallen leaves in the courtyard were piling up more and more.
The festive atmosphere was growing stronger; the whole tavern was decked out.
After some discussion, everyone unanimously decided to return to Ziyang Mansion after the Autumn Evening Festival.
The girl with her black hair tied into a ponytail was cleaning the courtyard.
From time to time, she would glance towards the tavern’s kitchen.
What meals would be cooked today?
If she went to the South Border, she would probably miss the familiar flavors for a long stretch of time.
This journey should happen sooner rather than later…
In truth, she was used to being alone. In her previous life, she had always been by herself.
For some reason,
the thought of heading off to the South Border made her feel a bit unaccustomed?
“Ice Chunk.”
Suddenly, a voice called out from not far away.
Ying Bing looked up to see a young man beckoning mysteriously from the softly-lit kitchen door.
“Huh?”
“Come quickly and see my ultimate creation!”
Ke Mo waved at her with an enigmatic expression.
As Ying Bing entered the kitchen, she noticed a table laden with various mooncakes. Raising an eyebrow, she picked one up.
The round mooncake was adorned with a Q-version image of Little Ke.
“Your achievement is… carving your own likeness on the mooncake?”
“Ahem, it’s not!”
Ke Mo chuckled with satisfaction.
“As everyone knows, if you don’t take a bite, you’ll never know what’s inside the mooncake.”
“That leads to so many mooncakes being assassins!”
“Just adding a corresponding motif makes it easier to distinguish them.”
So why not write a label?
Ying Bing smirked and asked, “So what flavor is this one?”
“Why don’t you try and find out.”
As Ke Mo said this, he picked up an ice skin mooncake, which didn’t have an Ice Chunk drawn on it.
This was probably the least necessary mooncake design ever, but it looked remarkably exquisite.
He took a bite, effectively biting off the Q-version Ying Bing’s leg, and then looked over at Ying Bing, beaming.
Ying Bing raised an eyebrow, stared down for a moment, and then bit right into Little Ke’s head.
Is it lotus seed paste?
“Is it good?”
Ke Mo watched her munching that big piece.
“Yup.”
“Then why don’t you try some of the others.”
So Ying Bing began picking up mooncakes one by one, her cheeks gently moving as she savored each one.
The warm yellow light was not overly bright.
Probably every ordinary household’s night was mixed with such warm dimness.
Ke Mo watched Ying Bing’s lovely face.
He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but he felt there was something different about her lately, more down-to-earth.
The once cold and domineering Phoenix Sky Empress turned into a real childhood sweetheart.
If he wasn’t so used to calling her Ice Chunk, he might have wished to change her title.
And…
It seemed like Ice Chunk was acting a bit affectionate lately?
Ke Mo casually asked as he watched Ying Bing finish the last mooncake,
“Ice Chunk, which one do you like the most?”
“Ke Mo.”
“Huh?”
“I meant the mooncake.”
Ke Mo was left slightly dazed.
He thought the mooncake with his likeness was lotus seed paste; if it was lotus seed paste, that was good enough.
Suddenly she called his name…
Before he could react,
the girl’s gaze turned toward him, the soft glow from the lamp flickering in her eyes:
“I heard that the streets of Yunzhou are bustling during the Autumn Evening Festival, and I’m not particularly curious, I just…”
“I’m especially interested!”
“If I don’t see it, I feel like I’ll regret it for a lifetime.”
Ke Mo, showing no signs of any genius ideas, earnestly replied.
“Uh-huh.”
Ying Bing gently twirled a lock of hair around her finger, softly said, “If you insist on going, I’ll tag along to take a look…”
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