In the South Border, at the Shrine of the Forest Lord.
“Holy Son, this is what my dear little uncle has seen and heard today.”
Seated where Han Zhen once was, Luo Yexian was lounging back with an air of “Oops, I accidentally on purpose” about him as he reported his findings to the Holy Son.
After all, he was the one who had sent “people” to the immortals, and he felt like he was just a step away from soaring to the heavens.
Across from him, the Holy Son’s figure swayed slightly, casting a glance at his floating little uncle, a hint of coldness in his eyes. But he didn’t explode, instead lost in deep thought.
Golden mountains…
Heavenly materials and earthly treasures everywhere…
Innate Golden Crows…
Nine Dragons pulling the palace!
Any one of these could shock the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
But the Holy Son of Summoning Demons wasn’t one to be easily swayed by others. His calm yet echoing voice broke the silence again:
“In the boundless realm, there’s no end to the strange; how can you be sure this isn’t just an illusion?”
“For example, the Holy Maiden of Misty Rain Tower, Yin Mianmian—her Heavenly Demon Body can transform from reality to falsehood, and vice versa. What’s to say similar treasures and techniques aren’t at play here?”
Luo Yexian smirked confidently:
“Dear Holy Son, you know your little uncle isn’t one to take things at face value.”
“While browsing the miscellaneous items in the Wanjing Immortal Sect, I already conducted my verification.”
The Hall Master of Beasts’ little hands were definitely not clean.
He pulled out a few items from his robe.
A palm-sized chunk of gold, a night pearl as big as a baby’s fist, and a jade vial filled to the brim with six-patterned elixir.
“These are just the random things I grabbed. If it were an illusion, we should be revealing the truth by now.”
The Holy Son of Summoning Demons fell silent for what felt like an eternity, struggling to contain his bubbling excitement.
If this were true…
Wouldn’t he be back on the Qianlong List in no time?
After a prolonged silence, he finally spoke:
“I will bring two law kings from the sect to investigate.”
“And next time you report, make sure to use formal titles!”
…
Now let’s set our sights on a certain lad named Little Ke.
He was sprawled on a familiar bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and resorted to counting bills on the ceiling in hopes of lulling himself into dreamland.
Sadly, he neither fell asleep nor counted all the currency.
“I haven’t practiced today, and I still haven’t finished reviewing the battle against the Golden Crow projection.”
“It must be the guilt from not working hard enough weighing me down.”
Little Ke couldn’t help but sigh, feeling like he was way too eager to put in the effort.
Just imagine, when he finally becomes number one on the Qianlong List and gives his acceptance speech, he could proudly declare it was all bl**d sweat and tears.
Wonder if Ying Bing is resting now…
Sitting up, Little Ke glanced out the window. The room not far away was pitch black; the lights had been turned off a while ago, save for a faint glimmer.
“Did I misinterpret the situation?”
During dinner tonight, when Ying Bing left the table, didn’t she give him a look? She was clearly waiting for his signal.
With that thought, Little Ke tiptoed out of his room, sneaking down the hallway.
The Ke Mansion was sizable, and at night it was eerily quiet.
But after just a few steps, he heard footsteps ahead.
Little Ke jumped.
The other person was also startled:
“What’s wrong with you, brat? You walk like a ghost! You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Dad, why are you wandering around at this hour?”
“What am I doing? I just came back from the outhouse! What else would I be doing, looking for a midnight snack?”
“Hey, what a coincidence! I was also headed to the outhouse for… cough, business.”
Little Ke chuckled awkwardly and headed toward the outhouse.
“This little rascal.”
Ke Dalong tightened his belt. He suspected Little Ke was being duplicitous but had no proof.
Watching his son hurry away, he muttered suspiciously to himself and turned back into his room.
…
Behind the outhouse, once hearing his old man’s footsteps fade into the distance, Li Mo finally let out a sigh of relief.
The mighty Li Jianxian of Qianlong Fourth, even at home, would have moments of relaxation—it was just a minor blunder, nothing to worry about.
Confirming that his parents’ room was quiet, Li Mo finally made his way to Ying Bing’s room.
Little Li was feeling a bit like a thief, sneaking in.
He was technically at home but wasn’t quite sure what he was thieving…
Creeeak—
The door wasn’t locked!
Moonlight streamed into the modest room, chillier than Ying Bing’s demeanor, with only a bed, chairs, and the necessary tea set present—nothing extraneous.
It wasn’t that the Li family was stingy; in fact, they treated Ying Bing like royalty, even more so than their own son since she was the daughter of a close friend.
But Ying Bing had never been fond of excess.
Ying Bing sat on her bed, radiating an eternal and tranquil glow, illuminating the space like a dreamlike moon. When she heard the door creak, her lashes fluttered but she didn’t move.
It was as if she hadn’t heard anything.
Li Mo edged closer, scrutinizing the Cold Fairy’s face.
Lately, why did he feel like the ethereal vibe Ying Bing naturally had was becoming more distinct?
It couldn’t possibly be an illusion…
They say a girl becomes more beautiful with age—what more could Ying Bing change?
“I’m here, Ying Bing.”
Ying Bing gently pressed her lips together and took out a cushion from a doll, placing it beside her and patted it lightly.
“Come here.”
“Did I keep you waiting long?”
“Mhm, waiting for a proper gentleman to sneak into a girl’s bedroom at midnight.”
Li Mo felt a sudden wave of guilt under her lingering gaze.
To be honest, his visits to Ying Bing’s room during their childhood were few and far between, let alone sitting on the bed.
“Ying Bing, let’s practice already.”
Li Mo grabbed her delicate hand, employing a classic topic-change tactic.
Ying Bing put away her Jade Phoenix Divine and nodded slightly, the moonlight suddenly brightening through the window.
Both of them were dual deities.
The Taiyin Divine Form, as their observation’s foundational essence, remained the core of their cultivation.
Li Mo had acquired power to slightly slow down time and temporarily dispel negative emotions, with more mysteries waiting for him to uncover.
The Taiyin Divine Form complemented any other divine forms.
Besides, it would harmonize beautifully with Ying Bing’s Taiyin intention…
The moon drifted further away from its zenith.
They both instinctively paused, and Ying Bing gently began to tutor, summarizing the combat style of the Golden Crow projection.
“Little Golden Crow, today you’re definitely going down!”
Li Mo said as he lay down, giving his neck a stretch.
Had he really just dodged the outhouse without getting bitten by a mosquito?
Which mosquito was so malicious? It’s winter now!
A tremor rippled through the small world.
Li Mo closed his eyes and slipped peacefully into slumber.
“…..”
Ying Bing bit her lips slightly.
What would she say if Uncle and Aunt suddenly walked in? What would she say come morning? She couldn’t just say he was sleepwalking…
But seeing Li Mo had already fallen asleep in three seconds, his neck slightly flushed red.
Like a peach blossom.
Ying Bing’s tranquil depths of eyes trembled slightly.
…….
P.S.: Some audience members said it’s been a bit dull lately. Of course, if I just finished a little climax, there will be a tempo and emotional drop. A climax builds bit by bit!
This book is not even halfway through, there’s still plenty to write, so let’s have a little faith in our small act!
