Chapter 205
As Li Mo sat in meditation, six mysterious pills orbited around him, while a strand of clear light gradually solidified, calming the chaotic thoughts in his mind with a tranquil and harmonious wave.
The moonlight intertwined beautifully.
As he delved deeper into his focus, he noticed the inscriptions on the little figure in his dantian had become even more intricate and profound. Compared to its initial childlike form, it seemed to have grown a bit.
This was thanks to the treasures of heaven and earth.
But it also owed much to the dual cultivation with the Phoenix at Tianze...
He was now advancing towards the Three Passages of Spirit Observation.
When the time came, it would be much easier to sketch the strange stones in Hengyun Sword City.
...
An hour later.
In the fiery cauldron, the six mysterious pills swirled around Li Mo, emitting profound waves, like stars in motion.
Not far away, Tang Xiaobao, transformed into a dragon-tiger golden pill, spun around incessantly.
With the help of his brother Xiaobao, who was almost spinning to the point of smoke, that water-blue mysterious pill was on the verge of taking shape.
Now it was time to test little Li's skills.
For him, the seven mysterious pills were just the right amount, the limit of his spirit consciousness.
The balance within was quite delicate.
This also meant that to incorporate the mysterious pill condensed from "Raging Waves Power" into the trajectory of the Seven Stars, he needed to be extremely cautious.
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on Li Mo's forehead, but it evaporated in an instant.
"Focus!"
Old Xue's voice came from outside the cauldron.
Li Mo fixed his gaze on the mysterious pill, not even having time to respond.
Three minutes later.
A wave of fatigue washed over him like a tide, and his vision began to darken.
But he managed to see it clearly.
That Raging Waves mysterious pill had been drawn into the cycle...
Boom—
The lid of the cauldron flew off higher than ever.
Yet the flames within the cauldron showed no signs of stopping.
Through the roaring flames, Xue Jing's anxious voice came again:
"Xiaobao, why isn’t he saying anything? What’s wrong?"
Dizzy from spinning, Tang Xiaobao finally stopped:
"Master, Li Shidi has fallen asleep."
"..... Let's find the lid first."
...
Time passed, though he couldn't tell how long.
"This sleep was something else."
"It feels like I’ve been beaten up."
Li Mo slowly awakened. Outside, the wind and rain were tumultuous, but he couldn't tell what time it was.
He felt a bit uncomfortable, but his spirit was still weary, and he was too lazy to ponder the reason.
So he took a set of six-patterned pills for internal and external injuries, as well as for spirit consciousness.
The effect was remarkable.
After a brief moment of feeling, he saw the seven mysterious pills obediently circulating within him, continuously operating and drawing in vast amounts of the world's vital energy.
His spirit consciousness had also reached the Three Passages.
"Stronger than before, by a long shot..."
"And now, I have an extra life-saving trump card."
Li Mo got up and did a set of calisthenics to stretch his body.
He was eager to try things out outside.
But considering that one strike might send him back to sleep...
Maybe not.
This Heavenly Flip Hammer, rather than merely mobilizing the power of the stars, was more about allowing him to harness the power of the world's seeds to a greater extent.
.......
Li Mo stepped out of his room and received some bad news— it wasn’t mealtime.
Chu Chong was cleaning the hall, tidying up useful items.
Ying Bing, unusually, was not practicing, her brows slightly furrowed as she sat there.
Gurgle—
Just as Li Mo sat down to prepare for tea, his stomach let out an untimely growl.
Thus, he heard the second piece of bad news.
"Are you hungry?" Ying Bing asked.
Li Mo: "......"
Saying he wasn't hungry would be a stretch.
Saying he was hungry, he feared Ying Bing would respond with, "I'll make you something."
He had no idea where this ice princess's interest in cooking came from...
"Ahem... I’d like to have donkey meat buns; there’s a place across the street."
Little Li thought quickly.
"I... I’ll go buy some..."
Jiang Chuchong left the hall and headed outside to Yulong Street.
Li Mo sighed in relief and glanced across.
The girl seemed to be in poor spirits today... She hadn’t gone to the Sword City to preach or practice...
He suddenly remembered.
It was the end of the month.
This time of year was when the ice princess often felt off, and it was likely when she visited relatives...
"If you’re really not feeling well, I have a method."
"Mm?"
Ying Bing set down her teacup, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
She had been watching the system countdown.
Today was the last day for the system rankings, which was why she hadn’t gone to Hengyun Sword City.
Not feeling well?
"What method?" she asked casually.
"Massage therapy, to relax the muscles and promote circulation. Would you like to give it a try, Miss?"
Li Mo's expression was serious.
The haphazard techniques from "Nianhua Finger" could be set aside; even if the effects were a bit lacking, it was still a secret art.
There were acupoints that could alleviate menstrual pain...
Upon hearing this, Ying Bing's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
He...
Why was he bringing this up again?
Did he have some obsession with this topic? Or was it just today...
"Today... is not a good time; let’s talk about it later."
"Alright then."
Li Mo had been planning to set up a few massage rooms in this restaurant.
After all, it was a secret art; he couldn’t let it go to waste. He could recruit some people to teach a few techniques.
And this restaurant could serve as a base for Qingyuan Sect in Yunzhou, so it was worth managing.
When it reopened, a restaurant that combined dining and entertainment would be quite delightful, wouldn’t it?
He decided to act on it.
He called Xu Yi and headed up to the third floor together.
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P.S.: Typos will be corrected later.
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Chapter 233: The Real and Fake Ying Bing—Does She Want to Be the First to Experience Death?
In a courtyard not far from the painted boat restaurant.
Inside, a woman dressed identically to Ying Bing, with a figure resembling hers by about eighty percent, was getting ready.
She stood up and examined her appearance in the mirror, while the madam adjusted her makeup and styled her hair according to a portrait.
"Even if Ying Bing were here in person, she might not be able to tell the difference."
"There's just a slight lack of spirit."
At this moment, Yin Mianmian was channeling the Heavenly Demon Transformation.
In the past, she could mimic others so well that even siblings couldn’t recognize her. However, when imitating Ying Bing, she always fell short by a third in spirit.
That ethereal, cold beauty was something she couldn’t replicate.
The madam wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Hey, she’s cold and aloof, but how can she compare to your innate charm, Holy Maiden? That brash young man, Li Mo, upon seeing you, would be so entranced that he wouldn’t have the heart to discern the details."
"That’s true."
Yin Mianmian chuckled lightly, turning around in front of the mirror, feeling that this was a disguise so convincing even she couldn’t tell the difference at first glance. But she still asked:
"How is it? Is there anything that looks off?"
"Well..."
The madam initially wanted to say there was nothing wrong.
Because from the front, it truly looked fine.
But as everyone knows, the angle of view is crucial.
So when Yin Mianmian turned around, the flaws became more apparent.
"Hmm?"
Yin Mianmian lowered her gaze, following her line of sight.
She spotted two flaws.
"....."
Yin Mianmian recalled the day when the young man had seen through her Heavenly Demon Illusion with just a few words.
Creak—
Yin Mianmian's face darkened, her palm clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.
The madam trembled and knelt down, repeatedly saying:
"Y-Yes... you look even more like her now..."
Moments later.
The door opened, and several direct descendants of the Spirit Observation realm entered, led by a cold-faced man.
Upon seeing the person walking out of the room, everyone tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"How could Ying Bing be here?"
The assassins exchanged uncertain glances, drawing their weapons, including the cold-faced man.
"Heh, are you all really that clueless?"
Seeing these elite assassins unable to discern the truth, 'Ying Bing' couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.
The cold-faced man was also a well-known figure on the Hidden Dragon Rankings, someone she had paid a considerable price to invite.
She continued:
"Let’s proceed as planned; everyone move out."
"Understood."
"By the way, I haven’t had dinner yet. I just bought two buns, but I can’t seem to find them."
"Missing one meal won’t hurt."
"With the Holy Maiden around, who’s worried about missing out on a late-night snack?"
.....
At the restaurant by Yulong Lake.
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