Chapter 91
Shang Wu spoke, her tone unexpectedly wistful.
“Maybe... there is.”
“Huh?”
Shang Wu couldn’t help but turn around.
Where did Xiao Bing’er get this sense of involvement?
Seeing Ying Bing engrossed in the story, Li Mo couldn’t help but feel pleased.
Then he shot a glare at Shang Wu.
“Master, if you interrupt again, I won’t continue.”
“Alright, you’re the storyteller, so you have the final say.”
Shang Wu poured him another cup of wine, signaling that she would listen quietly and not argue anymore.
After all, who could say how much of these legendary tales were true?
As long as it was interesting, that was enough.
Li Mo took another sip of wine before continuing.
As he spoke, a picture of a proud and ethereal woman, wholly devoted to the martial way, began to take shape.
In this life, she quickly rose to prominence using the knowledge she had accumulated in her past life.
But this aloof Qingqiu, after her rebirth, unexpectedly met a man who had never practiced martial arts.
Thus, she began to pretend to be an ordinary person, getting to know him... and eventually, she was moved.
So, the legendary Empress had an unremarkable husband.
Many amusing incidents occurred along the way.
Strange yet reasonable, filled with pure, untainted sweetness.
Moreover, after gaining love, her martial arts skills advanced even further.
As Li Mo drank the wine, his storytelling became more and more captivating.
The plot unfolded under his narration, full of twists and turns.
Shang Wu was completely absorbed.
Compared to the tales told by those storytellers, this story was on a whole different level.
Though she knew many parts were unrealistic.
But still... it was just so enthralling!
“In the end, Leng Qingqiu took her family and returned to the world of martial arts...”
“No rain, no rainbow.”
“Dear reader, there’s more to this chapter! Please turn to the next page to continue reading; it gets even more exciting!”
“*Burp*~ Although her life was full of ups and downs, filled with setbacks, even life and death.”
“But she was never defeated, and in the end, she achieved both martial arts and love.”
Li Mo even offered his own commentary.
What little Li meant was this:
Look, if one can transcend even life and death, then such a tumultuous life will surely see the light of day.
Oh, young lady, your life has just begun; why bother with the gains and losses of the moment?
It was uplifting.
When telling stories, we focus on positive energy.
“Is that all?”
Shang Wu felt unsatisfied.
She had intended to urge Li Mo to tell another story, but found him already slumped over the table, softly snoring.
He had drunk a third of the bottle of Xianren Zui (Immortal’s Drunkenness).
So, after finishing the story, he peacefully passed out.
“Tsk tsk, you really need to practice your drinking skills with me.”
With no other choice, Shang Wu had to carry him back to his room, then finished the last bit of wine before heading to bed herself.
“Martial arts and love... both flourishing?”
Lying in bed, Ying Bing caught a whiff of someone’s scent at the tip of her nose, and the echoes of Li Mo’s storytelling lingered in her mind.
For some reason, as the night deepened and she found herself unable to practice, her thoughts began to spiral.
Were Li Mo’s words fabricated or based on truth?
Wait a minute.
Ying Bing suddenly remembered she still had a punishment from the system to complete.
But... sharing a bed.
Ying Bing furrowed her brows tightly.
Did that mean she had to sneak over to Li Mo’s bed in the middle of the night?
This... this...
It shouldn’t be a big deal.
But after hearing that story, just the thought of it sent strange emotions swirling in her heart...
Suddenly—
The door swung open.
A figure stumbled in and collapsed onto the bed.
Ying Bing quickly dodged, her hand already reaching for the Tian Shuang Sword.
But the strong smell of alcohol hit her, followed by the sound of snoring.
“Ugh... heh heh...”
The boy on the bed stirred a couple of times, seemingly lost in a beautiful dream, still chuckling in his sleep.
It was Li Mo.
Ying Bing stood quietly by the window, shrouded in darkness, her expression hidden from view.
[Ding dong, the first day is about to pass.]
[Please complete the punishment quickly, or the system will unbind.]
[Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...]
In the end, a soft sigh echoed in the room.
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Chapter 88: Li Mo, a Young Girl’s Dual Cultivation?
As the hour of the rat struck, a chilling cold spread once more.
But this time, it was in Li Mo’s room.
Wherever the moonlight shone, everything was blanketed in white.
[Loser’s punishment: Share a bed for one month.]
[Completion progress: 130.]
[Congratulations, host, for fulfilling the punishment conditions; rewards will be distributed in stages.]
[The next reward will be: three bottles of Di Liu Jiang (Emperor’s Essence).]
Three bottles of Di Liu Jiang.
Enough for her to use for a long time, and after using it, she would surely reap the benefits.
This punishment seemed strict, but compared to the rewards, it didn’t seem like much at all?
Thinking this, Ying Bing’s thoughts momentarily stalled.
If the punishment target weren’t him...
Would she still feel the same?
The steady, powerful sound of his heartbeat and breathing grew closer, clear and real, and her confusion seemed to dissipate little by little.
What she could confirm was that she was definitely not in a trial for immortality.
“He should be unconscious now...”
Using the moonlight, Ying Bing examined the boy who was merely inches away from her.
His brows were gentle, his face like white jade, and due to the alcohol, a hint of red had crept onto his cheeks.
With handsome features, if he were dressed in scholarly robes, he would exude the aura of a refined scholar.
At this moment, a silly smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, contrasting sharply with his usual clever and sharp demeanor.
Even lying beside her, his body was warm and unaffected by the cold.
To speak without bias...
He was quite handsome.
It was he who, by chance and misfortune, had taken the top spot that belonged to her.
In two lifetimes, he might be the only one who had ever surpassed her.
Even with Ying Bing’s discerning eye, she had to admit.
Li Mo truly deserved to be among the elite.
But this was the last time.
Next time...
Just then.
“Ugh...”
Suddenly, an arm draped over her, pressing down on her.
Little Li had a poor sleeping habit, often adopting awkward positions.
“.....”
....
That night felt exceptionally long.
The next day.
“Who am I?”
A certain young man named Li opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling. His head didn’t hurt, but he felt a bit empty.
After a moment of blankness, his memories finally returned.
He remembered drinking with his master last night.
“Alcohol is indeed a slippery slope.”
“From today on, I’ll quit drinking!”
Little Li vowed in his heart.
Sitting up, the familiar surroundings made him feel something was off.
And a familiar, faint fragrance seemed to waft into his nose...
Li Mo: “!”
I slept here, but where did Bing’er sleep?
He perked up his ears and heard the sound of swords slicing through the air from downstairs.
Looking out the window, he could see that familiar, graceful figure, the sword dancing with the falling petals.
The familiar Bing’er was back.
[Congratulations, host, for successfully helping Ying Bing regain her confidence.]
[Investment feedback: “Phoenix Calls in the Sky.”]
Li Mo smiled with satisfaction.
It seemed yesterday’s pep talk had worked.
The young girl, indeed, loved stories; he could tell her more in the future...
This martial art, just from its name, was clearly not ordinary!
Li Mo smiled as he checked the introduction to the technique, but his smile froze on his face.
[Phoenix Calls in the Sky]: “Dual cultivation martial arts, with boundless applications. It allows two individuals of equal realm to harmonize their spirits and cultivate to great depths, potentially even causing extraordinary phenomena.”
Li Mo: “......”
The name sounds so serious, but it turns out to be a dual cultivation technique?
Who am I supposed to practice with? (throws hands up).
Alright, after flipping through the first few pages, Li Mo admitted he had been thinking too far.
Though it was dual cultivation, it didn’t follow the typical yin-yang absorption path; even between the same sex, as long as the compatibility was high enough, it could be practiced.
But who to find?
Li Mo went downstairs and, upon raising his eyes, saw Bing’er just finishing her sword practice, looking up at him.
Bing’er?
Wait a minute.
Speaking of which, he had slept here last night; where did Bing’er go?
“You drank too much yesterday.”
Ying Bing said softly.
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