“You’re awake, how do you feel?”
Li Mo saw Huang Donglai sit up abruptly in a state of near-d*ath, but he did not completely lower his guard.
This wasn’t like playing a game where leveling up restored full health; after all, he had just consumed a large bowl of something.
“I… I’ve reached the Inner Scene realm?”
Huang Donglai felt his inner world, but there was little joy in breaking through, only a lingering fear from barely surviving.
If the atmosphere hadn’t been so intense at that moment, he wouldn’t have dared to do it again.
“What a pity, Young Hero Huang, you only ate one bowl, so you just barely broke through to the first level of the Inner Scene realm. If you had eaten it all, perhaps you would be like Young Hero Li.”
Tian Xun said proudly.
“…”
Huang Donglai thought that after finishing the bowl, he probably didn’t just reach the Inner Scene realm; he might as well have been close to ascending.
Thinking this, he looked again at the pot of stew, wanting to put it away, in case he needed to use such an unscrupulous method against someone who was extremely evil and could not be resolved otherwise.
“Huh??”
“Why is the pot empty?” Huang Donglai was stunned.
Tian Xun smiled: “Young Hero Li picked it up and drank it all. I didn’t expect him to look like a gentleman, yet eat so untidily.”
She thought that it must be because the stew was not only delicious but also beneficial to one’s realm. It was no wonder he ate so greedily.
“Brother Li, you!” Huang Donglai’s eyes widened as if struck by lightning.
Little Li clasped his hands behind his back, a faint smile filled with sighs:
“It’s just some random stew.”
“Oh, anyway, Sister Bing has learned it, and there are still some ingredients left. We can ask her to make it next time.”
Tian Xun laughed carelessly.
Obviously, Young Hero Huang didn’t get enough, and he didn’t expect Young Hero Li to eat it alone, and he ate so much.
Young Hero Li, however, said this was nothing compared to his appetite.
Tian Xun silently took out her notebook and wrote down, ‘Young Hero Li is actually a kind and approachable person, not at all pretentious.’
How strange…
Even though the process was completely wrong, the result seemed fine too.
The sharp-witted Ice Chunk, seeing their expressions, frowned slightly, thinking that the stew might not be what she imagined.
Even if the essence of heaven and earth was pure, what about the inner world?
“Old Huang, how did you construct your inner world?”
“This…”
Huang Donglai glanced at Li Mo, cleared his throat: “Isn’t it almost autumn? All the grass withers, and all things dry up, it’s the transition from prosperity to decline. Therefore, I had a sudden inspiration.”
Li Mo secretly gave him a thumbs-up; he was indeed a storyteller, his martial arts insights came easily.
“Try a move.”
Ying Bing had seen the Inner Scene realm of autumn wind, but Huang Donglai’s seemed somewhat different.
Huang Donglai couldn’t refuse, so he gently raised his hand and pushed forward.
Whoosh—
The palm wind swept, and everything withered where it passed. The trees in the courtyard were just brushed lightly, leaves rustling down, the whole tree seemed to lose its vitality, quickly turning gray and falling over.
“Quite powerful!” Tian Xun saw a glimpse and already realized its strength.
Ying Bing narrowed her eyes: “It doesn’t seem like…”
Li Mo held her hand, shifting the topic: “Old Huang’s Inner World hasn’t been named yet, it should be appropriate.”
“As it should be.”
Huang Donglai was not very confident in this aspect, and since Li Mo said so.
“My flowers bloom and then all other flowers d*e, how about calling it ‘All Flowers d*e’?”
Little Li spoke off the cuff, full of style, making Tian Xun’s eyes light up. She added in ‘speaks fluently’ to Little Li’s interview.
However, Huang Donglai shook his head: “I hear it, but it’s too easy to hear, others will easily be on high alert, and flowers seem like a woman’s technique.”
“Then think of one yourself, Old Huang.”
“I like grass, it’s everywhere. How about ‘Grass Withered’? ”
Huang Donglai was still unsatisfied and added a prefix: “Since it was inspired during the chaos stew, call it ‘Chaos Stew · Grass Withered’!”
Li Mo: “…”
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Indeed, it’s quite down-to-earth, after all, it’s for farming.
Chaos Stew Grass Withered, it sounds terrifyingly lethal.
After finishing the meal, outside the courtyard, Murong Xiao, Qin Yuzhi, Shang Qin Qing, and Tian Miao dared to come in.
“Sister, where did you guys run off to? We didn’t even get to eat.” Tian Xun pouted.
Tian Miao’s mouth twitched: “That’s truly a pity.”
“The monk has just eaten elsewhere.” Murong Xiao was afraid Tian Xun would start cooking another pot; he didn’t want to meet Buddha.
“Murong, I’ve reached the Inner Scene realm. If you had returned earlier, you might have been able to learn from me.”
Huang Donglai’s face was pale, but he still smiled at Murong Xiao.
Observing the breakthrough to the Inner Scene realm is also a precious experience.
Venerable Zang’ai had a Buddhist demeanor, as if he were a sage:
“I apologize, I couldn’t spare a hand earlier. Sigh… life shouldn’t always be controlled by worldly desires. Breaking through the Inner Scene realm, there is still the Outer Scene realm, there are people beyond people, and heaven beyond heaven.”
“Life shouldn’t be about seeking higher realms, but pursuing more meaningful things, like doing more good deeds.”
Tian Xun seemed to understand after hearing this: “No wonder you are a high-ranking monk of the Floating Temple, your words are full of Buddhist wisdom.”
“The hands you couldn’t spare should be better used for nothing else.”
Little Li, seeing his peaceful expression, knew tomorrow would be another day of abstinence.
Good deeds might refer to saving those who have strayed…
“Everyone, see you tomorrow.”
Tian Xun didn’t understand their secret conversation, she happily bid farewell to everyone, excited to write about what she had seen tonight.
Li Mo coughed lightly: “After a long journey, resting is good. There are many interesting stories worth interviewing in the Qingyuan Sect, don’t spend all your time on me.”
Tian Miao nodded apologetically to Li Mo and quickly left with her junior sister, avoiding trouble.
“Little Ice Girl said you wanted to talk to us about something important. What’s up?” Shang Qin Qing recalled her purpose for coming.
Seeing Tian Xun and Tian Miao walk away, Li Mo discussed his plan with Shang Qin Qing and Qin Yuzhi.
“When we infiltrate the Huanmo Sect, we need to be extremely cautious and not let our guard down.”
“Our background is Wanlan Immortal Sect, with a terrifying origin, guarded by immortals, countless treasures. At that time, we need to show the air of an upper sect member, and we rely on you to hold the fort.”
In terms of connections, Li Mo really didn’t have many people he could work with on important matters now.
“I’ll be the Supreme Immortal, Shang Clan Leader, you’re my divine beast, Qin Sect Leader, my protector. The elders of the Qingyuan Sect will be under my command.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve exercised, I’ll accompany you on this trip.” Shang Qin Qing readily agreed.
“I’ve always been a sect leader before, never a protector.” Qin Yuzhi pondered.
Infiltrating the Huanmo Sect, should she, as a former sect leader, tone it down?
“What about me?” Huang Donglai asked.
“Brother Li still needs a mount.” Murong Xiao teased him.
Li Mo helplessly glanced at him and said: “Old Huang, you will infiltrate the Huanmo Sect, always coordinating with us inside and out.”
As he spoke, he gave Old Huang a Sumeru pouch, filled with precious items for self-defense.
Li Mo needed to temper the Eight Trigram Profound Art, which he couldn’t use himself, so he gave it all to Huang Donglai, although Old Huang was steady enough, this was still a dangerous task.
“Good willpower.” Huang Donglai changed his address when he got the Sumeru pouch.
“What about me? What about me?” Murong Xiao found that he had nothing to do.
“You continue doing good deeds, accumulating merit for us to ensure the plan goes smoothly.” Li Mo patted his shoulder earnestly.
Each person had their role, arranged professionally. This shouldn’t be written in Tian Xun’s notebook.
After a moment, they had discussed the details.
“Oh, where’s Ice Chunk?” Li Mo remembered that Ice Chunk had gone to pour some tea but hadn’t returned yet.
He stood up to find her, but suddenly froze.
Not far away.
Smoke rose from the kitchen again.
An unlucky bird flew past the smoke and immediately stiffened, falling like a kite with its string cut.
Not good!
Li Mo’s face changed, thinking of something terrifying, he rushed to the kitchen quickly.
Ice Chunk, that thing shouldn’t be tasted by oneself!
