The first Qingyuan Sect Golden Statue Awards for Best Male Lead went to none other than our outstanding actor who, once on stage, completely transformed into his character!
And let’s not forget those aloof Celestials perched high above, lacking any real-world experience.
When Li Mo led the uprising troops from Ink City to the City of Divine Beings,
the city gates were already swung wide open.
Some Celestials snuck out, shouting something like, “I’ll definitely be back!”
But Po Jun, Lei Ze, and Feng Zhi, the more formidable Celestials, were waiting right at the entrance.
“They’re here! Let’s get ready.”
“Hey, I won’t lie to you; Li Mo pulls off that dragon robe pretty well.”
“Geng Lian, you stubborn mule, wake up already!”
The towering figure of the Celestial Rock Tu grumbled, tied up Geng Lian, and sent him to the front of the army.
“What’s going on here?”
Li Mo, perched on his horse, had a little question mark pop up above his head.
Rock Tu muttered: “Since it’s a surrender, it’s reasonable to grab a stubborn one as a token of goodwill, cough cough… Geng Lian opposed opening the gates and I caught him on the spot!”
Geng Lian fumed, “You’re full of cr*p! My role is obviously to sneak away with the goodies!”
“Oh, so you were planning to secretly relocate the treasury, huh? Good thing I caught you; you’ve got money, and can’t let you escape.”
Li Mo was just like, “……”
Old Rock, you’re not even trying to hide your personal vendetta, and you even staged a little play!
“Uh, let’s just take him in. Seize his ‘money tree’!”
Li Mo waved his hand, issuing orders.
“Wow, your wisdom knows no bounds!”
Rock Tu strutting around like he got a royal decree, puffed up with pride as he rummaged through Geng Lian’s belongings.
“…..”
Po Jun looked at the two of them with disbelief, stepped forward, and presented a sword box with both hands, lamenting:
“The ancestral legacy, all gone due to my clumsiness… I, a disgrace to my ancestors.”
“Uh, times have changed, and so have the artifacts. You take this Divine Sword.”
“Just promise not to ruin the City of Divine Beings, and while you’re at it, make me a general or something…”
The old pro, this is the old pro! He knelt one knee, offering the sword box representing the supreme authority of the City of Divine Beings with a flourish.
If you’ve not practiced for at least two and a half years, you can’t pull off that smoothness.
Having the Divine Sword in hand, the surrender ceremony was wrapped up.
Spring Mang was already preparing to shower flowers for the grand finale, getting everyone ready to clap and celebrate the successful first rehearsal.
Li Mo opened the sword box and was taken aback:
“Hey, there’s no sword here! Where’s the Divine Sword?”
The box was empty.
Po Jun snapped back, “None of us have tempered the Divine Sword yet! It’s still in the main palace, where it belongs.”
If he had managed to get the sword, why would he even be doing this rehearsal?
“We still have to go through the process, though.”
“You won’t be able to handle the Divine Sword anyways; just a formality will suffice. No need to complicate things; there are more rehearsals ahead.”
Po Jun waved dismissively.
He preferred battles, pure fun~~
Didn’t want to waste time with surrender rehearsals.
Hearing this, the atmosphere got tense. Dong Ge Yu and Qi Tie Zhu were all stiff, ready to jump straight into breaking the city at any moment.
I mean, the gates were open, and the Celestials weren’t exactly guarding themselves. The odds in their favor were looking pretty good.
That’s also what Li Mo said he’d do! Just look for his signal if anything changed.
But for now, Li Mo was still standing there.
He cleared his throat, took off his yellow robe, revealing a golden chainmail underneath, then solemnly adorned himself with the phoenix-wing purple gold crown, saying:
“I’m all dressed up now.”
Po Jun’s eyes widened: “That armor…”
“C’mon, we’re finishing what we started here, right? Might borrow it later.”
If Po Jun can even fit it…
“Ah, Little Li, you take this way too seriously.”
Po Jun nodded, a bit envious.
The other Celestials had no issues either.
The Divine Sword was returned by the bl**d God; so far, no one had dared to touch it. Some were intimidated, while others felt their chances of wielding it were slim; the first one to lay hands on it might end up targeted by other Celestials—nobody wanted to be the flashy target.
So since its return, the sword had simply been stabbed into the front of the main palace.
Letting people touch it isn’t an issue.
Thus, Li Mo led Dong Ge Yu and the others through the city gates of the City of Divine Beings, heading straight towards the main palace.
The last stretch, however, he walked more slowly.
Every step felt like walking on thin ice; the closer he got to the other side, the more cautious he became.
“The courtyard, pear blossoms shed another year~”
“In the clear night, moonlight spills onto the palace steps~”
“In dreams, flutes play old tunes; when awake, tears stain the makeup… tap tap tap…”
“Where’s that song coming from?”
Lei Ze realized something was off after a bit; how can Little Li be coronating with a BGM?
Turning around, he saw Feng Zhi singing, while Spring Mang was nearby, providing her with music and throwing flowers.
“What the heck are you singing?”
“Uh, I heard Li Mo hum this last time; he said he wanted to hear it when he crowned.”
“This kid really takes his job seriously, going all out with the performance, preparing a little tune for his coronation.”
“Can’t deny, with this little song, combined with Li Mo looking all dashing, I almost thought it was really happening.”
“He’s grabbed the Divine Sword.”
Swish—
Li Mo flexed his fingers.
He drew the Divine Sword!
An old friend—the sword seemed awfully happy to see him, buzzing excitedly and radiating a holy light.
“Long live my emperor, long live, long long live!”
Dong Ge Yu was the first to shout, and the others from Ink City followed suit.
“Long live, long live!”
Then the Celestials joined in, bowing along.
One old Celestial suddenly furrowed his brow:
“Uh, hey, Little Li pulled the sword out, but that wasn’t in the rehearsal!”
“…..”
In an instant, the Celestials who just bowed slightly leaned back.
Right, there was no such scene in the rehearsal.
Wait a moment—how can he even pull out the Divine Sword?
Moreover, he pulled it out; how could they continue with the performance?
Just now, the Celestials were so into the act they’d completely got lost in it, and didn’t even notice!
Uh-oh, Li Mo is serious now!
“You!”
“Is this a fake rehearsal, or is he really coronating?”
“Isn’t Li Mo a spy?!”
“Not seeing the truth? He’s the spy for US!”
“This life~ so long yet stuck in this endless distance….”
“Feng Zhi, for crying out loud, stop singing!”
