Chapter 209
Fortunately, he was quick on the uptake.
Otherwise, those water-drenched jade-like feet would have almost ended up in his mouth.
Then Li Mo looked up and saw the serene gaze that seemed to say:
"Not a giggle."
So, little Li became obedient.
Honestly, it’s true what they say.
The person who created the "Nianhua Finger" was indeed a talent; even stripped of its effectiveness, its essence was still remarkable.
And guess what? Did little Li take it seriously?
Anyway, the customer, Bing Tuozi, felt that little Li was genuinely enjoying himself.
In short.
Ying Bing's tense body gradually relaxed.
But that annoying system was not only present but would never be late.
[Ding Dong—]
[One minute countdown to the next ranking comparison.]
The system's virtual text coincided perfectly with little Li's figure.
Ying Bing lowered her gaze to him, her lashes shimmering with an unusual light.
She didn’t feel as confident as she had in the previous two rounds.
She had lost both times; although she had mastered the divine skill now, what had Li Mo just demonstrated?
"Do you often go to the top of the Sword Tower?"
Li Mo was seriously practicing the technique of "Nianhua Finger," but he could still chat with Ying Bing without losing focus. After all, his hands had their own ideas now:
"Yeah, I was thinking of sketching the strange stones, but unfortunately, I haven’t succeeded yet. I have made some progress, though..."
"Sketching strange stones... for what purpose?"
"Such a miraculous thing; what if it’s a manifestation of the Dao?"
Li Mo chuckled.
Ying Bing took it as a joke: "You think you can draw a manifestation of the Dao now?"
She had never heard of any manifestation of the Dao being sketched out.
The most powerful painters of the Dao could only replicate extreme forms, and that required the right timing, location, and people.
Typically, the inheritance of extreme forms involved strong individuals who would go to great lengths to separate a part of their consciousness, forming a divine imprint.
Ying Bing didn’t find it strange that Li Mo could observe two divine imprints.
Usually, those in the Observation of the Divine realm would be lucky to fully comprehend a single divine imprint; some could only observe its lower forms.
But she herself was on the path of observing the extreme forms of a hundred birds, condensing the Phoenix spirit.
"If you want to observe other divine imprints, you need to find one that matches your constitution."
"But I don’t know what my constitution is suited for."
Li Mo shrugged.
He could only draw what he created himself.
"Surely it can’t be a rock."
"What if a monkey jumps out of the rock?"
"You..."
Ying Bing's cold gaze suddenly paused.
Her eyes dropped, and she noticed the hand on her calf.
While they were chatting, when did his hand get there?
Li Mo, looking all professional, cleared his throat and said:
"If you’re uncomfortable, just say something."
"Right now..."
Ying Bing's lips parted slightly.
But the countdown was ticking away, inching closer to zero.
3...
2...
1...
[The results of the third ranking of the Eastern Wasteland's prodigies are announced.]
[Please note, the next ranking comparison will expand its scope.]
[The fiftieth prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland: Zheng Conglong]
...
[The thirty-ninth prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland: Lin Jiang]
...
[The twenty-second prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland: Murong Xiao]
...
[The eleventh prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland: Xiao Qin]
...
[The second prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland: Ying Bing]
...
[Congratulations, host, for achieving second place in this ranking of prodigies.]
[Rewards are being distributed...]
[Detected that the host has activated the Punishment of the Defeated; all rewards have been stored in the system space and will be distributed after the punishment mechanism is completed.]
[The content of this punishment is: request 'Li Mo' to touch.]
[Requirement: Cover over 80% of the body area.]
Ying Bing pressed her lips tightly together, momentarily lost in thought.
It was unexpected, yet somehow it made sense.
Perhaps deep down, she had already prepared herself for this?
The air seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Li Mo suddenly felt her smooth arch tense up, the jade-like leg that had just relaxed grew tense again.
Emmmmm...
To be honest, it wasn’t about whether Bing Tuozi could adapt or not.
Little Li felt he should calm down too, maybe take a shower or something.
It was a bit hard to handle.
But the investment feedback hadn’t come through yet; was it because this investment wasn’t finished, or did it not count as an investment?
"First time doing this, it’s normal to feel uncomfortable."
"Let’s just stop here."
However, just as he shook off the water droplets and stood up, Ying Bing’s soft voice came from behind, as if she was trying hard to maintain her composure:
"Can’t... can’t we see the dragon?"
"What dragon?"
"A dragon service."
"??"
Li Mo turned back, confused.
She should have looked like a cold moon in clear frost, but now she seemed to have transformed into a reflection of the moon on the lake, rippling in a daze.
It must be the lighting.
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Chapter 227: How She Ultimately Underestimated Bing Tuozi
"Did you succeed, Holy Maiden?"
The madam asked cautiously.
"No."
Since returning, Yin Mianmian had been standing on the deck of the painted boat, gazing into the distance, silent as if her soul had been lost.
"You failed to act?"
The madam's face showed shock; even those ranked above the Holy Maiden would be in danger if they caught her eye.
Li Mo was only ranked nineteenth on the Hidden Dragon List.
"Is there an elder from his sect guarding him?"
"No."
Yin Mianmian looked into the distance and softly denied it.
"Then... why?" The madam was puzzled.
Yin Mianmian was already feeling chaotic, and the question annoyed her.
"His strength is greater than what’s recorded on the Hidden Dragon List."
"Stronger than the Hidden Dragon List?"
The madam's heavily made-up face froze.
He’s only sixteen.
She had thought being ranked nineteenth was a bit inflated, but it turned out he was still underestimated?
Suddenly, she heard Yin Mianmian ask:
"Do you know what divine imprint can dispel anger and resentment once the consciousness is released, preventing any negative emotions towards that person?"
"This... is it a Buddhist divine imprint?"
"Do I look like one of those bald monks from Zen?"
"Hiss..."
The madam fell into deep thought, then her expression turned difficult.
"Occasionally, there are courtesans on the boat who fall in love with customers..."
"Speak plainly."
Yin Mianmian frowned.
"Perhaps it’s because... of love?"
"I love your mother’s fried dough twist!"
Yin Mianmian nearly lost her composure at that.
The madam trembled.
"Go to the Listening Wind Tower and withdraw Li Mo's reward."
"Yes."
The madam retreated as if granted a pardon.
Yin Mianmian was left alone, lost in thought.
Was there any possibility that what Li Mo said was true?
...
On the other side.
Outside, the night was deep, while the private room was ablaze with lights.
Ying Bing pressed her jade legs together and let out a soft sigh.
Three times.
This was already... the third time she had been bested by Li Mo.
But her heart was in turmoil, not because of another defeat.
Don’t be fooled by her later standing tall above the heavens, instilling fear in others; she had faced her share of perilous failures along the way.
To admit defeat is to lose for a lifetime.
This punishment was always less than the Illusion of Heaven and Man, less than the Law Body Tribulation, and far less than the path to immortality.
Her state of mind was more complete than ever; she just needed to go with the flow...
Gently channeling her consciousness.
Ying Bing opened her phoenix eyes, lightly pressed her lips, and looked at Li Mo.
The ripples in the girl’s gaze carried a hint of seriousness.
"??"
Confused, Li Mo was even more puzzled.
Did she use her consciousness?
Bing Tuozi suddenly looked so serious.
Little Li suddenly recalled the last life when his good buddy took him for a foot wash; before they set off, he had even washed his own feet, only to find that the one serving him was a lady with a cigarette.
She had a strong grip, attacking all his reflex zones.
Under the teasing gaze of his childhood friend, the ever-competitive little Li had remained silent, even rebelliously saying, "Is that all? Did you not eat, Auntie?"
As everyone knows.
Bing Tuozi had always been very competitive.
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