“Is your Fruit of a Hundred Flavors sweet or not?”
“Sweet.”
“Turn your face away.”
“Alright, the taste is a bit strange…”
Little Li just took a bite of the Fruit of a Hundred Flavors, and he figured his handsome face probably had a twisted, pig-like flavor. He had no choice but to turn his face to the side.
So, what’s this all about? He was tasting a flavor of “life’s hardships” from this fruit. Is that what a fruit should taste like?
Fruit should never be eaten when it’s handed to you by an Ice Chunk…
But let’s flip the script.
That chilly Ice Chunk, holding out her heart to you—what kind of cadre can withstand such a test?
“I think it tastes like…”
Ying Bing took another gentle bite of her fruit, her cheeks moving ever so slightly.
“Pretty sweet.”
“Let me try yours.”
Li Mo suspiciously leaned over and bit into the fruit in her hand. After that, he looked like he had bitten into a black plum, his expression contorted.
“Ice Chunk, you’re killing me softly…”
Li Mo was about to hurl.
Smack—
A delicate hand covered his mouth, cool as ice.
Little Li’s eyes widened in surprise as he caught a glimpse of the girl’s lips quirked into a slight smile, revealing a shallow pearly dimple.
Ice Chunk has gone rogue.
She didn’t play by the rules, and Little Li wasn’t about to be an upright gentleman.
“This fruit…”
Ying Bing was about to explain when warmth suddenly surged from her palm, like a slight electric current, flowing through her body.
She couldn’t help but purse her lips, gently retracting her graceful swan neck.
“Hmm…”
Little Li was feeling pretty pleased with himself.
Suddenly, he sensed a warmth rising from his dantian, flooding into his heart.
Was this emotional turbulence rippling through his emotional lake?
He imagined a young couple standing under the tree of fate, boasting about their future plans to expand their territory, promising her a life as a general’s wife. But when the girl returned, all that was left was a white shawl hanging from the tree’s top.
There were also childhood sweethearts who promised to be together beneath the fate tree, torn apart by war, reuniting under the tree again in old age, yet not recognizing each other.
And there was a little monk, playing hooky from morning class, who encountered all his visions beneath the fate tree, the most beautiful dreamlike Qingluan bird.
Later, he became the head of the Floating Temple, trying to forget that fleeting moment…
These were the flavors he was savoring.
“This fruit contains the power of many—a hundred flavors of humanity, hence the name Fruit of a Hundred Flavors.”
“It remarkably enhances consciousness soul.”
With the girl’s voice, came the aura of Taiyin, the radiance of Jade Phoenix Divine.
Thus, Li Mo, surrounded by a sea of emotions, felt as if his heart was steady again.
Maintaining the form of Ming Jiao, and even any changes from the Monster Clan didn’t yield much during the cultivation of the consciousness soul.
But at this moment, Li Mo felt his consciousness soul stirring eagerly.
And the effect was immediate, surpassing all the treasures he had ever consumed.
The icy little hand was withdrawn too.
“The power of many?”
Finally, Little Li could speak normally.
“Yep, by receiving offerings and others’ beliefs, one can absorb the power of many.”
Ying Bing casually tucked her fingers behind her, saying:
“Observing oneself as a divine method often involves absorbing the power of many to strengthen consciousness soul.”
“For instance, those half-demons.”
Li Mo nodded, realizing something.
Now he understood what he had seen that day at the Wu Spirit; no wonder they needed to invite Wu Daming to perform, and it made sense that fear would stimulate the power of many.
When those common folks were scared, it only encouraged them to worship and rely on the so-called Wu Spirit more, providing greater faith.
He bit into the Fruit of a Hundred Flavors twice, and he could visibly see the enhancement of his consciousness soul.
If he could consistently obtain this, how fast would his cultivation speed be?
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It seemed Ying Bing noticed his thoughts and said seriously:
“This shortcut has great flaws. Otherwise, the Huanmo Sect wouldn’t be a cult.”
“Uh? So the fruit we’re eating…”
“The Fruit of a Hundred Flavors takes thousands of years to blossom and bear fruit—is exceptionally pure. Eating one is no problem.”
Ke Mo finally relaxed.
Looking at the fruit in his hand, he knew it was something precious; eating it all could probably help him break through.
Gritting his teeth, he wanted to eat it, but was afraid he’d hurl.
“Ice Chunk, help me out here.”
“Hmm.” Ying Bing thought it was a double cultivation thing, so she reached out to hold his hand.
Ke Mo shook his head and pointed, “Over here.”
Covering it himself probably wouldn’t be effective.
Ying Bing pursed her delicate lips, “You need to find something to cover it, then it’s fine.”
“This fruit is too hard to eat. If it’s not with something delicious, I can’t get it down.”
Ke Mo said seriously, recalling the whole process of eating that mouthful of the Fruit of a Hundred Flavors.
“?”
Ying Bing looked at him expressionlessly. Why was he not suggesting she stuff her foot in his mouth?
But glancing down, she couldn’t resist his upright gentleman demeanor, and decided to just pat his face instead.
“Don’t stick out your tongue…”
“I promise!”
Ke Mo stated firmly, his eyes resolute.
Unless he couldn’t hold back.
Thus.
Little Ke and Ice Chunk’s new double cultivation posture +1.
“Hmm? What’s going on here?”
Murong Xiao searched for Ke Mo for a while; he was set to leave the South Border with the Floating Temple soon and wanted to say goodbye to Brother Ke.
Wu Qing, Murong Feng, and their mother had come with him. Upon seeing the scene before them, they swiftly hit the brakes and casually pulled back their son, who was about to step forward to inquire.
“They’re cultivating.” Murong Feng cleared his throat.
“Hmm?”
Murong Xiao looked at his mother in confusion. He hadn’t even heard of this kind of cultivation posture, let alone seen it.
Yet his mother nodded too, and since she said so, Murong Xiao believed it.
“I wasn’t really full. I thought about asking Brother Ke to make some more food, his cooking is so good.”
“And now?”
“Looks like I’m not that hungry anymore.”
Murong Xiao gazed at his loving parents and the two who were double cultivating not far away, stroking his shiny bald head.
Suddenly.
A faint wave of energy washed over.
“Breakthrough? Are they really double cultivating?”
Murong Feng froze.
“Wu… Ke Mo this little guy, has he unlocked the four orifices of Guan Shen?” Wu Qing’s eyes widened.
Murong Xiao: “?”
So they weren’t just playing pretend?
A childhood that hadn’t been duped by his mother was incomplete. At this moment, Murong Xiao felt his childhood was much more whole.
How delightful.
The next moment.
The light of the Jade Phoenix Divine shone brightly, and Ke Mo decided to go all out, seizing the moment to perfect the seventy-two transformations while breaking through the four orifices of Guan Shen.
While Ying Bing needed to gather the divine intentions of all birds and solidify the Phoenix God, she too had to accept many true spirits within the Jade Phoenix Divine.
The divine light radiated, revealing many true spirits, creating a spectacular sight that illuminated the Water Clan’s cave.
“Dad, Mom, you guys…”
“Son, don’t speak, just observe Guan Shen.”
Murong Feng firmly pressed his son down, ensuring he sat cross-legged.
Wu Qing went to notify the other members of the Water Clan, urging them to gather around and enhance their bloodline power using the true spirits of the divine jade.
