Chapter 6
Once, she stood before a venerable elder of the Qingyuan Sect, bowing deeply amidst countless gazes, vowing to open her meridians within six months.
Where did that confidence come from back then?
"This sentiment, I accept."
Her melodious voice had just faded.
【Investment successful, investment: twelve Pure Yang Pills.】
【Investment successful, your words have changed the other person's mindset.】
【This investment has successfully altered the life trajectory of the investment target, and the feedback reward will be a critical hit.】
【Congratulations, host, you have received a special feedback!】
"Change of mindset?"
Li Mo was puzzled; he hadn’t said anything particularly special.
The Daughter of Destiny is indeed the Daughter of Destiny; she can grasp such subtleties.
Special feedback... a critical hit reward...
It all seemed to herald something significant!
"Want some grilled fish? It's really tasty."
"No, thanks."
"Uh, little flying fish is here?"
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**Chapter 5: The Ceremony of Entering the Xuanpin Immortal Body**
In the room filled with the scent of green plums.
The boy and girl, who had known each other for many years, found themselves alone for the first time.
The curtain of the large bed was drawn down by delicate hands, concealing the girl's figure.
"You're like an ice block again."
Li Mo withdrew his gaze, lying on the soft couch with a blanket wrapped around him.
No matter how he looked at it, she didn’t seem like someone who could be swayed by just a few words.
Oh well, who knows what she’s thinking...
"By the way, investment doesn’t necessarily have to be in material goods, right?"
Li Mo pondered, glancing at the reward he had just received.
【Xuanpin Immortal Body】: "The immortal body transforms through the mundane world, revealing myriad mysteries, thus originating from the primordial."
"Would you like to claim it?"
The reward was simple, just four characters.
But that rather incongruous term made Li Mo raise an eyebrow.
The atmosphere felt off; this was clearly a martial arts world.
Could it just be a fancy descriptor to make the system sound more sophisticated?
Anyway.
It didn’t sound too bad.
With a thought, he claimed the reward.
In an instant.
A thunderclap, audible only to him, exploded in his ears.
It felt as if a thunderbolt had torn through the clouds in his mind, plunging him into chaos; he couldn’t even sense himself.
Buzz—
Buzz—
In the chaos, it felt like a storm was raging, the world was newly formed, filled with countless colors and sounds.
Li Mo couldn’t see clearly, nor could he hear.
In that moment, he felt both as insignificant as dust and as grand as a mountain, something that could not be gazed upon directly.
It was as if he no longer existed, yet was everywhere at once.
He didn’t know how long it lasted.
Li Mo lost consciousness.
Not far away.
On the bed, the satin curtains gradually became covered in frost, as if they would shatter at a touch.
The girl curled up, her long legs drawn close, her lips pale, and her eyelashes dusted with snow.
Even her breath carried an ancient chill.
She seemed to be placed in an ice prison of extreme cold.
But she had long grown accustomed to it, feeling no pain, no fear—only calm.
Ying Bing knew that this torment would end once she mastered the power of the Taiyin (太阴, "Great Yin").
Before that, she had to open her meridians.
"Pure Yang Pill."
"Xue Jing is considered one of the top alchemists in the Ziyang Prefecture."
Ying Bing pinched the pill and swallowed it.
A slight warmth rose from her dantian, slowly flowing into her meridians.
Completing the opening of her meridians before the ceremony was not a problem!
Suddenly, she remembered something.
Ying Bing lifted the frozen curtain and looked toward the soft couch.
There lay the boy, peacefully asleep, snoring softly.
He’s sleeping quite soundly?
"Is he... okay?"
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The next morning.
Li Mo opened his eyes on the soft couch, his gaze deep as if it held a universe of stars, calm and clear like a mountain spring.
On the surface, he still looked like himself.
But even standing there, he gave off a sense of blending with nature.
【Name: Li Mo】
【Age: 16】
【Root Bone: Xuanpin Immortal Body.】
【Realm: None.】
【Destiny: ??】
【Evaluation: Possesses an immortal body, fate is chaotic, future is uncertain.】
【Recent Encounter: Improved relationship with childhood friend, finally stronger than strangers.】
Li Mo had thought his destiny would turn purple or even gold.
Who knew it had turned into two big question marks instead?
"There's definitely been a change."
"But where it differs, I can’t quite put my finger on it."
He thought for a moment and decided not to dwell on it.
The investment feedback the system had provided so far, at least from the ice block, had never let him down.
"I haven’t even started my martial arts training yet; I can only take my time to experience it."
Li Mo reached for the kettle to brew some tea, only to find the water had frozen into a block of ice.
The root of all this was that ice block on the bed.
An astonishing chill radiated from it, yet he felt no cold at all.
At least, it seemed he had become immune to the elements.
"I shouldn’t worry about being eliminated from the ceremony."
"I should at least make it into the inner sect, right?"
Li Mo felt a sense of ease.
With nothing else to do and unable to practice, he decided to head out to see if he could find a suitable investment target.
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Since obtaining the Pure Yang Pill, Ying Bing had remained in her room without stepping outside.
She neither ate nor drank.
Li Mo wasn’t worried.
With her reverse luck, she wouldn’t starve herself.
It was probably due to her constitution; he decided not to interfere.
So, over the two days, the chill in the room lingered, likely ruining the furnishings inside. Li Mo ended up paying five hundred taels of silver to settle the matter.
During these two days, Li Mo encountered various investment targets.
Most were quite ordinary, with very few showing any potential.
His recent encounters were bizarre.
For instance, there was a student struggling in a private school who wanted to find a rich woman.
Or someone who felt life was dull with too much money and wanted to experience poverty.
Even a burly man who yearned to wear women’s clothing...
These encounters left Li Mo feeling helpless in his desire to invest.
Of course, normal people were still the majority.
Even mosquito legs are meat.
Thus, he received many rewards, but very few were beneficial for martial arts; most were oddities.
Paintings, toys, ingredients, fine wines, and even a young lady's bellyband...
This broad-net approach yielded little of value.
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On the morning of the third day.
"Quality is more important than quantity."
"Unless it's a special situation, I won't actively invest in white or gray ones anymore."
Li Mo pushed the door open.
His eyes fell upon a beautiful silhouette, combing her silky black hair in front of a mirror.
"Are you ready?"
"Feeling a bit better than before."
Ying Bing’s porcelain-like face seemed to have gained a touch of color.
She had opened her meridians.
Successfully opening her meridians meant she was no longer in a state of complete blockage, and her hidden talents were now revealed.
This was all thanks to that bottle of Pure Yang Pills.
"Come on, let’s have breakfast." Li Mo smiled.
Ying Bing picked up a bowl and softly said, "Thank you."
"What?"
Li Mo paused, his eyes widening.
The ice block actually said thank you?
He was shocked.
"I didn’t catch that; what did you just say?"
Li Mo wasn’t quite sure.
But Ying Bing fell silent, sipping her congee.
By the time the sun was fully up, the two had finished breakfast and headed downstairs together.
Today was the day of the Qingyuan Sect's founding ceremony.
As their carriage traveled several dozen miles, it came to a halt due to the overwhelming crowd, all packed onto the official road.
They had no choice but to get out and walk, and the scene stirred something in Li Mo’s DNA.
Surrounded by young people, it felt reminiscent of students doing morning exercises on the playground.
After walking for about half a stick of incense, they could finally see the mountain gate of the Qingyuan Sect ahead, along with many disciples dressed in various colors, and in front of them, seven stewards sat at a large table.
"Dang—"
"Dang—"
"Dang—"
Three morning bells rang out.
"The root bone is the first barrier to martial arts. If the root bone is too poor, one will struggle in martial arts, and no amount of effort will yield results."
"Those with low root bones should not waste their time; you may leave on your own."
A short, stout elder with a ruddy face spoke in a voice like thunder, rolling over the crowd.
No one left.
Everyone who had come here was either already confident or was the type who wouldn’t shed tears until they saw the coffin; they had made it to the mountain gate.
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