The next morning.
“Just one step away, just one little step.”
Little Li, who had been defeated over ten times yesterday, woke up from his dreams, the golden-red flames in his eyes slowly dying down.
To be honest, Little Li was feeling a bit anxious.
Challenging the same boss and dying in different ways over ten times? Any normal person would have blushed a little.
Not to mention, he had genuinely experienced the thrill of life and d*ath over those countless attempts, yet he still managed to keep his cool. He thought to himself that he absolutely couldn’t let Ice Chunk laugh at him when he woke up the next day…
The sunlight outside was just right, bathing the room in a warm glow.
“How many times did you lose last night?” came a clear voice from the tea table.
“Eleven times, no wins at all; the last time, he just didn’t lose.”
Li Mo spoke seriously, playing with words about winning and losing.
“?”
“Alright, I didn’t win even once; go ahead and laugh at me.”
Li Mo confessed, giving up.
“Being able to lose over ten times means you really applied yourself without any magical weapons. That’s impressive!”
Ying Bing’s voice was soft, and she rarely spoke this much at once.
“!”
Li Mo was taken aback, unable to resist lifting his gaze to look at Ying Bing.
Bathed in the golden morning light, she held a teacup while sipping her tea, making one think that “warm jade emanates smoke” was actually describing her.
Ice Chunk looked as radiant as the outside sunlight, her eyes filled with a gentle smile, not mockery, but encouragement and approval.
Li Mo’s mood instantly brightened.
“How did you lose that last time?”
“Ah, it really was just a tiny bit! I had sent his Sun Wheel flying, but as I got closer, he created a ball of sunlight…”
Li Mo recounted the battle from last night, inviting Ying Bing to help him analyze it.
As they spoke, the two tidied up their few belongings and headed downstairs for their last breakfast in South Border. After all, once the day was over, they’d be headed back to their hometown in Qinghe County.
The tavern in the morning was still bustling with energy. Given the damp and cold climate of the South Border, locals had a habit of enjoying morning drinks, making it lively from early hours.
Li Mo led Ying Bing to their usual spot and ordered a few signature breakfast dishes.
Their arrival caused a brief hush in the tavern.
But soon enough, everything returned to normal.
They were indeed quite famous and often discussed at the banquet tables, but debates were just debates—like bumping into a celebrity in reality, how many people actually went up to say hello?
Besides, when the Cold Fairy sat down, any thoughts of approaching vanished.
Today she wore a set of jade blue porcelain attire that accentuated her slender figure, her fair skin almost resembling fine porcelain in a fleeting glance.
With a subtle movement of her cheeks, her cool demeanor was more than enough to ward off any would-be intruders.
Occasionally, she would dip a soup dumpling in chili sauce and offer it toward Li Mo’s mouth…
“What should we bring back for our parents…”
“I’ve already prepared something.”
Ying Bing gently rubbed the head of a big-headed doll.
“!”
Li Mo, whose CPU was already heating up from replaying the battle details, was momentarily stunned.
When did Ice Chunk become this thoughtful?
It was hard to imagine her proactively going out to choose gifts…
In the South Border, it appeared that the only one who was growing was him…
“Ice Chunk, eat.”
Li Mo picked up a soup dumpling dipped in chili sauce and brought it close to Ying Bing’s lips.
After she took a bite, he smiled and said:
“This soup dumpling is a reward for growing up.”
“Immature…”
Ying Bing glanced at him, looking somewhat exasperated.
After breakfast, he greeted the tavern owners and stepped outside.
As he was thinking about whether or not to say goodbye to the soldiers of Green Wood Camp and Brother Donglai, a commotion came from behind him.
No kidding.
A rowdy crowd of over ten people came down the stairs—it was quite the noise.
“Hall Master…”
“Even though I’m the Hall Master of the Hall of Beasts, when out and about, call me ‘Shopkeeper.'”
“Hey, Shopkeeper, are our expenses covered for this trip?”
“……”
To be fair, these Huanmo Sect folks were disguised pretty well; normally, it wouldn’t be that easy to recognize them.
But here’s the snag…
Li Mo, the Great Master of Divine Destiny, indeed had dealings with members of the Huanmo Sect far too often.
Plus, he had the Divine Eye of Destiny, so anyone suspicious immediately caught his eye.
[Name: Luo Yexian]
[Age: 72]
[Constitution: Body of the Hundred Beasts]
[Realm: Outer Scene Trembling Heaven]
[Divine Destiny: Blue with a hint of Purple]
[Evaluation: Nephew of the Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect, naturally lacks a proper foundation, relied entirely on the Hall of Beasts’ bl**d-forging to enhance his qualifications, expending vast amounts of sentient energy. His beastly nature suppressed to an extreme, his temperament very cautious. Regretfully, his potential has been exhausted, no hope for the Outer Scene throughout his life. Once collaborated with Han Zhen, hoping for assistance in realizing his physical body.]
[Recent Encounter: Tracing sentient power; currently searching for the mysterious ‘Great Master of Divine Destiny,’ now only confirmed to be in Qingmu City.]
Li Mo: “…..”
So he was really a member of the Huanmo Sect, and a Hall Master at that. He might even be the unfortunate Elder Yinhua’s superior!
Whether he liked it or not, the other party had managed to check into the tavern.
To say he didn’t notice was a joke; they had nearly brushed shoulders.
“What’s wrong?”
Ying Bing noticed his gaze.
“I’ll explain later.”
Li Mo whispered, and after exiting the street, he summoned the Cloud of Somersaults, taking both of them up into the clear skies.
The cloud didn’t leave Qingmu City but hovered in the air.
“Some Huanmo Sect folks have come looking for us.”
“Are those those merchants from earlier?”
Ying Bing narrowed her phoenix eyes; a serious look came over her.
Seemed like she was pondering how to deal with those folks…
Seeing her already planning their demise, Li Mo shook his head and said:
“There are too many of them, and all either Outer Scene or Inner Scene. We can’t just go head-on.”
“But we have to get home,” Ying Bing frowned.
They couldn’t let these Huanmo Sect types trail them all the way back to Qinghe County; they had to handle things before returning home.
“Shall we lure them to Green Wood Camp?”
“You didn’t see how that Hall Master of Beasts took a spit to his shoe earlier and just let it slide. He’s quite steady; it’s going to be tricky… But I thought of a plan.”
“What is it?”
“Ice Chunk, congratulations! From now on, you are the Saintess of the Wanxiang Xianzong!”
Li Mo said seriously, taking out an intangible glass veil and handing it to her.
After a moment’s thought, he also handed over the Buddhist beads Brother Murong had gifted him.
“?”
“It’s time for us to put on a show together!”
Absolutely!
This was the brilliant plan this Golden Globe winner Li Mo dreamed up!
With him playing the Best Male Lead, of course the name of the Great Master of Divine Destiny would echo throughout the South Border!
And now, with the Best Male and Female Leads collaborating, dealing with a mere Hall of Beasts from the Huanmo Sect was just a slight effort!
……
PS: Seeking battery recharge, smooches!
