Three days later, noon.
The sky, which hadn’t cleared for a while, finally decided to show its face.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a swirl of floating dust motes and illuminating the bed where a certain Little Li was lounging comfortably.
“Where’s Ice Chunk with my food?”
Li Mo munched on some snacks while pouring himself a cup of tea from his teapot.
He hadn’t fully recovered yet, but he was already way past the point of being unable to lift a finger. The recovery speed of his fairy body was akin to sitting on a rocket.
In just a few more days, he’d be back in the South Border, joining forces with the monster clan seniors, and executing his grand plan to showcase his talents!
Tap—
Li Mo’s ears perked up, and in a flash, he flopped back onto the bed, feigning a weak expression.
Moments later, the door swung open, and Ying Bing entered, carrying a lunchbox. She glided over with delicate steps and perched on the edge of the bed, spotting the “sick patient” look plastered on Little Li’s face, which made her chuckle inwardly.
“Time to eat.”
“Ah, Ice Chunk! You’re here! What time is it now?”
Li Mo blinked blearily as if he had just woken up.
Ying Bing set a spread of dishes on the little table beside the bed.
And next to it, she placed a pair of chopsticks right in front of Li Mo.
“Dig in.”
“How do I eat?”
Li Mo’s cluelessness intensified.
Ice Chunk had been feeding him for three days now.
With a straight face, Ying Bing replied, “Of course, you use your hands to hold the chopsticks.”
“…Fine, I’ll give it a try.”
The best actor ever, Little Li, trembled as he reached for the chopsticks. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to grasp them.
But in the end, they slipped from his fingers and fell.
His struggle was a mix of valiant effort and barely concealed weakness—just the right balance.
What a little acting genius!
With a sigh, Li Mo lamented, “Sigh… I knew it. Ice Chunk, you go ahead and eat. I’ll manage on my own…”
“…Forget it, I’ll help you.”
Ying Bing didn’t call him out on his antics. She took off her shoes and slid onto the bed, her legs crossing gracefully.
“Thanks, Ice Chunk. The duck bl**d is delicious.”
“This tofu should be sweet. Not bad—the tavern chef really knows his stuff. Sweet is the way to go!”
As Li Mo ate, he offered solemn reviews of the dishes.
Though his hands had too much idle time, idle hands can easily wander.
And so, he accidentally touched a delicate little foot.
The pretty, soft toes curled up immediately.
“Hmm? What’s wrong? Is the sweet tofu not tasty?”
“It’s tasty, but didn’t you claim you had no strength in your hands?”
“Right.”
With that reply, Ying Bing’s eyes glimmered. She could feel the pressure from his touch, gently squeezing and teasing, just right…
Ice Chunk listened while you fumbled, huh.jpg.
Li Mo pondered seriously before speaking:
“I really can’t muster strength; I can barely lift an arm. As we all know, delicious food has a way of waking one’s appetite, which is beneficial for my recovery…”
“Eating well and being in a good mood both help heal injuries. I’m just looking out for my quick recovery.”
“Besides, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so our feet are important. I’m also thinking of your health too…”
Chef Li spouted serious nonsense.
“…”
Ying Bing shot a sidelong glance at her own little foot.
What does this have to do with delicious food?
She bit her lip and offered a piece of beef to cover that nonsense-spouting mouth.
A moment later.
Li Mo finished his meal.
Ying Bing continued eating, occasionally jolting as if wholly absent-minded about the spread before her.
Just look at how she nearly jabbed Li Mo in the nose with her chopsticks!
After they finished eating, she pulled her little foot back, pursing her lips coldly.
“I had a method that could speed up your recovery, but looking at you, that’s not happening now.”
“What method?”
Li Mo felt a pang of incompleteness, his palms feeling empty.
Ying Bing reflected for a moment before whispering:
“I have two outfits beneficial for dual cultivation practices, helping balance Yin and Yang, yielding faster results.”
“What kind of outfits?”
Li Mo was a bit puzzled.
This was the first he’d heard of such things.
Ying Bing nodded, then twisted the head of a doll-like star and pulled out two garments from within.
One was the Taiyin Fairy Skirt she had worn recently.
The other was the pure Yang robe.
One was jet black with silver embroidery depicting the moon, mysterious and noble. The other was pure white with gold thread depicting the sun, authoritative and dignified.
“This is… the practice outfit?”
“Yep.”
“…”
Li Mo scrutinized the two pieces, somehow feeling they were about to meld into one!
Which noble sect designed practice outfits like this?
The He Huan Sect, perhaps?
“Anyway, you can’t lift your arms at all right now, so you can’t wear the robe.”
Ying Bing’s eyes shimmered as she considered putting the clothes away.
“Wait? How strange. I suddenly feel immense power.”
Li Mo stood up, performing an exaggerated arm lift, proclaiming himself vibrant and lively, declaring that switching outfits wouldn’t be a problem.
A medical miracle!
Ying Bing: “?”
“Let’s change into matching outfits together!”
Li Mo declared excitedly.
“It’s a practice outfit. Once you change, we can start practicing.”
“Can it only be worn during practice?”
“It can only be worn while practicing with me.”
“So doesn’t that mean…”
“You said your hands couldn’t exert strength; you can’t even hold chopsticks.”
“It’s still a practice outfit.”
Li Mo nodded earnestly, proclaiming Ice Chunk’s words were spot on.
After all, who said practice outfits could only be worn during practice?
They could be worn together just for fun when practicing!
Little Li and Ice Chunk reached a certain understanding.
Little Li didn’t mention matching outfits, and Ice Chunk glossed over the fact that he had turned into a medical miracle after all the pampering she’d given him for a few days.
Before long.
Li Mo had changed into the garments, standing before a mirror.
Wow.
People do say “clothes make the man,” and it really isn’t wrong—he seemed to have grown a tad taller since his trip to the South Border. The robe fit him just perfectly.
The vibe matched too, making the gentle Little Li appear even more radiant and righteous.
With looks like that, who wouldn’t exclaim “What a fine young gentleman!”?
“Hey, Ice Chunk, are you ready?”
“Yep.”
Before long, Ying Bing emerged from behind the screen, standing beside him.
Suddenly, the mirror reflected a pair of dazzling talents.
A sunny young man and a quietly elegant young woman.
“Now that we’re in the practice outfits, let’s get to practicing!”
Ying Bing’s eyes shimmered, feeling a blush creeping into her reflection that was oddly distracting…
“Sure.”
Li Mo nodded, and they both sat on the edge of the bed.
Ying Bing hadn’t even reached out her hand before she saw Little Li, the righteous young gentleman, bending down to take off her boots.
“Huh? What are you doing?”
“I want to see if holding feet is the same as holding hands.”
Li Mo said seriously as if he were researching something extremely grave:
“If holding feet works the same way, can we do a foot massage while cultivating together?”
“Foot massages are great for health; perhaps it can really boost our dual cultivation effects!”
He was truly a genius!
…….
P.S.: Please charge our little battery! This is crucial for our little duo!
