Biyun Tower’s guest room.
“Scared the bejesus outta me birdies…”
At the same time, Shang Qin Qing also sat up abruptly from the bed, panting heavily with a face full of after-fear.
It, the Da Shang Totem, was in some ways also her ancient ancestor.
The mere thread of memory or thought from the other party, barely even conscious, had been enough to press down upon her without any trace of malice, simply existing, leaving her feeling infinitesimally small.
She was honestly pushing her luck by even thinking of resistance…
“Phew… you’ve finally properly woken up.”
Qin Yuzhi saw Shang Qin Qing bouncing back to life and finally let out a sigh of relief.
There was the possibility of unexpected mishaps, a loss into the gaps of dreams.
“Little Qing, you need not dwell on it. Since ancient times, other than that one incident, no one has returned from the Immortal Realm. Its level might already be beyond our comprehension.”
“I’m not dwelling. I was just irritated because I got interrupted during my sweet treat session…”
Shang Qin Qing shook her head and murmured,
“No wonder Little Ice Girl got such rule-breaking talent in martial arts and even music… but how could such an existence reside within her?”
Qin Yuzhi thought for a moment, “It must be due to the Nine Souls of the Phoenix that have gathered within her…”
Shang Qin Qing pondered, “But I remember Little Ice Girl saying she displayed prodigious intellect as a child—her Yin-cold body constitution, her photographic memory, particularly her chess skills which even Da Yu’s grandmasters couldn’t match.”
Ying Bing gained the first soul of the Nine Phoenix Souls as the Mist Phoenix Qi, but her most jaw-dropping talents had already begun to shine beforehand.
“So… ”
Qin Yuzhi’s eyes widened, her breathing became rapid,
“What lay in the depths of her consciousness wasn’t revived from the inheritance of the Nine Phoenix Souls of the Phoenix God…”
“Instead… it’s innate? It was always there?”
Shang Qin Qing and Qin Yuzhi glanced at each other, both seeing the stupefaction in each other’s expressions, their faces turning as lifeless as stone statues.
“In Da Shang’s record, didn’t she ascend to the Celestial Realm?”
“I remember that too.”
“How then has she been influencing the mortal world?”
Shang Qin Qing’s self-talk seemed to make some part of Qin Yuzhi’s mind struggle, even as a Seventh Realm Zhenxuan condenses.
It was as if something from her deep memories was being resisted, causing her thoughts to scatter.
“It’s like I’ve forgotten many important things…” Qin Yuzhi’s face was pale.
“Fabricating dreams can alter a person’s memories…”
This absurd thought suddenly occurred to Shang Qin Qing.
What kind of event could twist the memory of a Zhenxuan Saint who once neared the Eighth Realm and was an expert of the Dream Path, making her unable to even recall the past?
…
A day’s luck hinges on the morning.
Little Li had a deeper understanding of this cliched saying.
These four simple characters held profound meaning.
After another two days of recuperation, Li Mo remained relaxed, being the only one with a perfect fighting record so far. One of the top three spots was undoubtedly secured for him.
He was pretty much confirmed as the Qianlong Conference champion.
They entered the City of Divine Beings together, only waiting for Ying Bing’s next round.
She might also meet Jiang Yu.
But Ice Chunk had a thousand percent chance of victory!
In the meantime, Li Mo didn’t idle. First, he took over Wind Moon Small Residence and gave all the girls there their freedom, including those treated like objects for people’s disposal.
But these women, skilled only in pleasing men, remained in a somewhat numb state, having no inkling about the liberty Little Li classmate spoke of.
Most stayed on, continuing the work.
Of course, when Little Li casually demonstrated his foot massage skills in front of the seasoned staff of Wind Moon Residence, everything went quiet.
What the hell?! He was this talented in so many ways?
Talented geniuses can even do foot massages with divine skill?
Most of the remaining time, he was either in the South Border King’s palace or at the Tian Mountain Sword Furnace.
To note,
If Old Zhong and Xie Xuan could be considered the second and third owners of Wind Moon Small Residence, Li Mo gave them a share each.
Thus, Wind Moon Small Residence became a shared property of the Royal House and the Tian Mountain Sword Sect.
If the Fourth Prince tried to play any tricks and take it away…
Xie Xuan and Old Zhong, now focusing solely on money-making as life goals and having reversed roles to become the boss of Hua Nongying, would be the first to oppose!
Time flew.
The final round of the Qianlong Conference began, signaling the conclusion was near.
If there were any uncertainties left, it was probably…
[Ying Bing vs. Jiang Yu]
“Even Cold Fairy faced Jiang Yu?”
“Duh, how else will we decide second and third place?”
“Speaking of which, have you noticed that Ying Bing seems like she hasn’t used her full strength yet? Maybe she just hasn’t met someone worthy…”
“Yes, there is someone…”
An enormous crowd’s eyes were all fixed on the nearby scene.
“The Qianlong Conference is finally coming to an end today.”
Li Mo stood below the stage, gazing at the Meridian Gate not far away, coated with the golden light of the sun.
It symbolized the most brilliant, most spirited youths of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths leaping into greatness.
His whole journey thus far, fraught with caution, had resulted in…
emmm,
What’s there to reflect on? He’s already locked in as first place. Everyone else is just battling for the lower rankings.
But Little Li still felt something was off.
In his previous life as an NPC, the most exciting he ever got was a free food coupon when ordering takeout or being trendy with plastic bag fashion.
He always claimed to be the Best Actor at the Golden Image Awards but secretly thought of himself as Ying Bing’s little accessory.
Perhaps now that trinket was slipping from her pearl-white calves…
He was about to be the Qianlong Conference Champion.
“I’ve never fairly beaten Ice Chunk, so I wonder if I truly deserve it.”
Li Mo turned his head, looking at the arena.
He had promised Ice Chunk a one-on-one spar tonight with a little wager involved.
Under the sunlight,
Jiang Yu, with crossed hands behind his back, seemed fully recovered from his loss the other day, not a trace less imposing.
Ying Bing’s gaze slid from the crowd below to the stage, instantly turning icy-cold:
“You’re not as weak as I imagined.”
Jiang Yu: “??”
The person who beat me was Li Mo, not you.
Are you trying to get all cozy with me or something?
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