Chapter 65
For three days, most of the time was spent figuring out how to leave the essence of the world seed on the Ancient Intent Ring.
This was no simple task and required an immense amount of energy.
Li Mo Guang had consumed many six-patterned elixirs to restore his vitality.
Fortunately, in the end, he succeeded.
Now, under Li Mo's guidance, the Ancient Intent Ring had successfully retained a 'backdoor' for the world seed.
The carriage driver arrived.
"Grandpa, we’re leaving now."
"Old Master Murong, let’s keep in touch."
Li Mo waved his hand toward the carriage.
The cart began to move slowly.
Along the way, the refugees and beggars coming to collect food looked up at the carriage, their previously blank expressions suddenly filled with life.
They all knew.
Li Da Shan Ren had said that even after he left, the benevolent hall would continue to operate.
"Take care, Li Da Shan Ren!"
"When I get rich in the future, I’ll definitely build a shrine for you!"
"Wishing you great success in your martial endeavors!"
...
Listening to the voices of gratitude from both sides of the road, Li Mo felt a strange emotion welling up in his chest for the first time, being seen as a beacon of hope by so many.
He let out a long breath and lowered the carriage curtain.
"Excuse me, let’s make a stop at Ni Jiao Alley first."
"Sure thing."
The driver quickly agreed.
Li Gongzi's words were not to be taken lightly.
Even the young clan leader had to listen to him.
...
Ni Jiao Alley.
In the homes, there were still many broken items piled up, but they no longer bore that lifeless look.
For the past three days, Li Mo had come every day.
And each time, he would cook for them.
"Why hasn’t Brother Li come today?"
"Will Brother Li bring candied hawthorn today?"
"I want to eat donkey rolls..."
"All you think about is food."
The little beggars were busy in the courtyard.
Suddenly, the little mute began to babble excitedly; his ears were the sharpest, and the little beggars rushed to the courtyard entrance.
Sure enough, the sound of the carriage was approaching.
"Brother Li!"
"Today, I’ll make you lotus leaf chicken and roasted meat. It’s simple, and you’ll be able to make it yourselves in the future."
Li Mo entered, chatting with them as usual. He had become quite familiar with this group of little ones.
"Good... good morning."
Jiang Chu Long greeted shyly.
Her face was still deliberately smeared to look like a calico cat, making it hard to tell her complexion.
But her voice had gained some strength, indicating she was much better.
She even had the energy to help out.
"I... I’ll help you... chop vegetables."
"Great!"
Li Mo shook off the water droplets from his hands.
But after a while, Jiang Chu Long still hadn’t moved.
Her timid voice came again:
"I don’t... I don’t have a knife..."
"Here."
Li Mo casually took the Chixiao Sword from his waist and handed it to her.
Surprisingly, the usually aloof Chixiao Sword seemed restless these days, reacting to Jiang Chu Long like a cat to catnip.
Once in her hands, it behaved obediently, allowing her to chop whatever she wanted.
Thus, the precious mystical weapon temporarily served as a kitchen knife.
"This... you’re actually using this to chop vegetables?"
Murong Xiao stammered in disbelief.
"Y-yeah... it’s not very... convenient."
"This sword... isn’t good."
Jiang Chu Long replied, stuttering.
Murong Xiao: "!"
Li Mo: "..."
The princess’s values were indeed peculiar.
She treated a bag of rice like a treasure, while a hundred taels of silver could leave her speechless for a long time.
Yet, when faced with a mystical weapon or a firebird feather, she treated them as if they were nothing special.
Little Li had been curious enough to ask her about it.
And thus, the following conversation ensued.
"If a person doesn’t eat... they’ll die..."
"Then what about silver notes?"
"Silver notes... can buy... buy food..."
"Don’t you think this sword could be exchanged for a lot of silver?"
"Can it? But I’ve seen many... better ones than this..."
Including elixirs, mystical weapons, and precious items, she always regarded them as commonplace.
Perhaps these treasures, which were rare for ordinary people, were something she had seen everywhere before.
So... she was completely unaware of common knowledge.
For instance, when she found a rattle drum yesterday and Li Mo fixed it, she treated it like a rare treasure.
That was quite impressive.
It was a kind of naivety born from lack of experience.
Before long, the meal was ready.
This time, however, Li Mo didn’t eat with them.
Instead, he called Jiang Chu Long aside and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
"This is the land deed for this abandoned house. From now on, you won’t be considered refugees or beggars anymore; you’ll be the owners here."
"Owner... owner?"
Jiang Chu Long took the deed in a daze, carefully folding it and tucking it into the pouch containing the firebird feather.
"And this."
Li Mo took out the Ancient Intent Ring from his pocket.
Without a word, he slipped it onto her slender finger.
Jiang Chu Long: "!"
Her mother had said that rings were usually tokens of affection!
When a man gives a ring to a woman, it signifies his feelings. Accepting it means they’ve decided on a lifelong commitment.
And there would... there would be little babies.
Accepting the ring = soon there will be little babies.
That’s how Jiang Chu Long understood it.
Li Da Ge was handsome, gentle, told interesting stories, and could cook...
But... but she wasn’t ready yet!
If she refused, he would surely be very sad...
"Little stutterer?"
Across from her, Jiang Chu Long seemed to freeze suddenly.
Even through the dirt on her face, one could see her cheeks turning crimson.
Li Mo waved his hand in front of her eyes, puzzled.
"Li Da Ge... this this this... what is this...?"
"Oh, this item was also entrusted to me to give to you."
Little Li directly shifted the responsibility to Bing Tuo Zi.
She would surely want what Bing Tuo Zi gave her, right?
"So that’s how it is..."
Jiang Chu Long relaxed a bit, but there was a hint of melancholy.
Wearing the ring, her heart, which had calmed down, felt as if it was missing something, leaving her with a sense of loss.
"Then I’ll be going."
"You... where are you going?"
"Back to Qing Yuan Sect, but don’t worry, I’ll be back in a while."
Watching the young man walk to the door, smiling as he bid farewell.
Jiang Chu Long bit her lip, watching him step outside.
With an unexpected surge of courage, she called out:
"Li Da Ge... wait."
"You still... haven’t seen... my true self."
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**Chapter 61: I Am Yuan Shi Tian Zun**
The midday sun hung high in the sky.
The carriage, facing the sunlight, headed toward Qing Yuan Mountain, where the buildings on the main peak were faintly visible, their unique layout standing out against the green mountains, crafted by some master’s hand.
But.
As Li Mo gazed at the mountain scenery, his mind involuntarily recalled the scene from earlier.
Half an hour ago.
The little beggar had removed the blindfold, revealing clear grayish-white pupils, imbued with a pure innocence that reminded one of a baby’s eyes.
Yet, there was also a hint of timidity and humility, not daring to meet anyone’s gaze.
Could there really be someone with eyes of that color?
As Li Mo reminisced about a certain ninja anime, a pale little face suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
Her hair was still as messy as weeds, and her clothes were tattered, creating a stark contrast with her delicate face.
Li Mo remembered this scene not because of the girl’s stunning beauty at fourteen.
She stood there, her small hands awkwardly intertwined, as if a little white flower had sprouted from the desolate ruins, swaying in the wind...
"The color of destiny hasn’t changed; she shouldn’t be discovered by the Celestial Patrol."
"I wonder how long it will take her to realize the uniqueness of the Ancient Intent Ring?"
Li Mo’s thoughts surged.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh.
"What’s wrong, Li Xiong?"
Murong Xiao, who had been dozing off beside him, lifted his head, his sleepy expression causing his features to scrunch together.
"Not good!"
"I forgot to tell her to drop blood on the ring to acknowledge ownership!"
Little Li was filled with regret.
To make it seem more authentic, he had used a classic trope from a novel in his past life when crafting the ring.
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