Chapter 326
“Is this what the Ice Block meant by the rhythm of battle, the cadence?”
“If you’re weaker than your opponent, you can only fall into their rhythm, becoming increasingly passive.”
“What I need to do now is to first familiarize myself with the rhythm of the Golden Crow projection, and then slowly find my own rhythm, until I can draw my opponent in.”
Li Mo had a premonition.
Tonight, he might achieve something remarkable.
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**Chapter 355: The Best Male and Female Leads Co-Starring**
The next morning.
“Just a little more, just that tiny bit.”
Li Mo woke from his dreams, the golden-red flames in his eyes slowly extinguishing after being defeated over a dozen times yesterday.
To be honest, Li Mo was feeling a bit anxious.
Challenging the same boss and dying in various ways more than ten times would make anyone a little hot under the collar.
Moreover, he had genuinely experienced life-and-death crises multiple times. Yet, he remained patient, determined that he wouldn’t give the Ice Block a reason to laugh at him when he woke up the next day...
The sunlight outside was just right, filling the room with a warm glow.
“How many times did you lose last night?”
A clear voice came from the tea table.
“I didn’t win the first eleven times, and the last time, he didn’t lose.”
Li Mo spoke seriously, mixing wins and losses in his words.
“?”
“Okay, fine, I didn’t win even once. Go ahead and laugh at me.”
Li Mo admitted his defeat honestly.
“To lose that many times means you’ve been training seriously without using your divine weapon. That’s impressive.”
Ying Bing’s voice was soft, and she rarely spoke so much at once.
“!”
Li Mo was taken aback and couldn’t help but look up at Ying Bing.
Bathed in the golden morning light, she held a cup of tea, making one momentarily think that the phrase ‘warm jade exhaling smoke’ was meant to describe her.
The Ice Block was as radiant as the sunlight outside, her eyes holding a gentle smile that was not mocking, but rather encouraging and approving.
Li Mo’s mood instantly brightened.
“How did you lose the last time?”
“Ah, it was really just a tiny bit. I had already knocked his Sun Wheel away, but when I got close, it suddenly turned into a ball of sunlight…”
Li Mo recounted the battle from last night, asking Ying Bing to help him analyze it.
As they spoke, they tidied up their few belongings and headed downstairs for their last breakfast in Nanjing. After today, they would be back in their hometown of Qinghe County.
The Jiawei Restaurant was still bustling in the morning. The damp and chilly weather in Nanjing meant that locals had a habit of drinking in the morning, making it lively from early on.
Li Mo led Ying Bing to their usual spot and ordered a few signature breakfast dishes.
Their arrival caused a brief hush in the restaurant.
But soon, the normal chatter resumed.
They were indeed quite famous, often a topic of discussion at the dining table, but discussing was one thing; it was like suddenly encountering a celebrity in real life—who would dare to approach them?
Especially with the Cold Fairy sitting there.
Today, she had changed back into her blue-and-white porcelain dress, accentuating her delicate figure. Her fair skin almost looked like white porcelain in the soft light.
Her cheeks moved slightly, her cold demeanor enough to deter any stranger from approaching.
Yet, she occasionally dipped a soup dumpling in chili sauce and offered it to Li Mo across the table...
“What should we bring back for our parents...”
“I’ve already prepared it.”
Ying Bing gently rubbed the head of a large doll.
“!”
Li Mo, who was already a bit overwhelmed from analyzing the battle details, was momentarily stunned.
When did the Ice Block become so thoughtful?
It was hard to imagine her going out alone to pick out gifts...
It seemed that during their time in Nanjing, he wasn’t the only one who had grown...
“Eat, Ice Block.”
Li Mo picked up a soup dumpling dipped in chili sauce and brought it to Ying Bing’s lips.
Once she took a bite, he smiled and said, “This dumpling is a reward for growing up.”
“Childish…”
Ying Bing looked up at him, a hint of exasperation in her eyes.
After breakfast, he greeted the restaurant owners before stepping outside.
Just as he was contemplating whether to say goodbye to the soldiers at the Qingmu Camp and Brother Donglai before leaving, a commotion arose behind him.
Sure enough.
A group of ten or twenty people came down the stairs, making quite a ruckus.
“Boss...”
“Even though I’m the esteemed leader of the Hundred Beasts Hall, when I’m out, you should call me the shopkeeper.”
“Sure thing, Boss. Are our meals and accommodations covered for this trip?”
“...”
To be fair, these members of the Demon Cult were disguised quite well; normally, they wouldn’t be easily recognized.
But the problem was...
Li Mo, the Celestial Master, had dealt with the Demon Cult members a bit too often.
Plus, he had the Divine Eye of Destiny; if anything felt off, he would take a look.
**[Name: Luo Yexian]**
**[Age: 72]**
**[Root Bone: Hundred Beasts Jiao Demon Body.]**
**[Realm: Sixth Heaven of External Scene.]**
**[Destiny: Blue with Purple]**
**[Evaluation: The Holy Son of the Demon Cult’s brother-in-law, born without root bone, has relied on the Demon Cult’s blood refinement to enhance his qualifications, using a large amount of sentient power. His beastly nature has been well suppressed, and he is very cautious by nature. Unfortunately, his potential has been exhausted, and he will never reach the External Scene. He once collaborated with Han Zhen, hoping the latter would help him achieve a law body.]**
**[Recent Encounter: Tracing the sentient power, he is currently searching for the mysterious ‘Celestial Master,’ and can only confirm that the person is in Qingmu City.]**
Li Mo: “.....”
So it really was a member of the Demon Cult, and even a hall master at that. He might even be the unfortunate Elder Yin Hua’s superior!
What a coincidence; they had unwittingly checked into the Jiawei Restaurant.
What a twist of fate, sharing the same roof yet brushing past each other.
“What’s wrong?”
Ying Bing noticed his gaze.
“I’ll explain later.”
Li Mo whispered, and after leaving the street, he summoned the Nimbus Cloud, lifting both of them into the sky.
The Nimbus Cloud didn’t leave Qingmu City but hovered in mid-air.
“The Demon Cult members have come looking for us.”
“Are they the merchants from earlier?”
Ying Bing narrowed her phoenix eyes, her gaze deepening.
It seemed she was contemplating how to deal with those people...
Seeing her already thinking about their demise, Li Mo shook his head and said, “There are too many of them, and they’re all from the External and Internal Scenes. We can’t confront them head-on.”
“But we need to get home,” Ying Bing frowned.
They couldn’t let these Demon Cult members follow them all the way back to Qinghe County; they had to deal with them before heading home.
“Should we lure them to the Qingmu Camp?”
“Did you not see that Hundred Beasts Hall master? Just now, someone spat on his shoe, and he endured it. He’s quite composed, which makes things tricky... Luckily, I thought of a plan.”
“What is it?”
“Ice Block, congratulations! From now on, you are the Holy Maiden of the Wuxiang Xianzong!”
Li Mo said seriously, handing her the Wuxiang Liuli gauze.
After a moment’s thought, he also handed over the string of prayer beads that Murong had given him.
“?”
“It’s time for us to perform together!”
That’s right!
This was the plan that the Oscar-winning Li Mo had come up with!
With him as the Best Actor, the name of the Celestial Master had already echoed throughout Nanjing!
Now, with the Best Actor and Best Actress performing together, dealing with the Hundred Beasts Hall of the Demon Cult was just a minor task!
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**Chapter 356: The Ice Block Doesn’t Seem to Be Acting**
Not long after Ying Bing and Li Mo left Qingmu City.
In a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, a group of Demon Cult members were gathered for breakfast. There were too many of them to fit on the first floor, so they had ordered their food and returned.
Luo Yexian sat at the head of the table, waiting for the waiter to bring the dishes.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a warmth in his bosom; it was his token.
As a member of the Demon Cult, they naturally had their own means of communication, and the token was one of them. Ordinary members could use their spirit to convey messages through the token.
The hall masters had an even more advanced version, an ancient relic that could project images.
Buzz—
Buzz—
“Quiet down, it’s the Holy Son.”
Luo Yexian signaled for his subordinates to be silent, then activated the token, and a light shadow formed a picture.
“Greetings, Holy Son.”
The figure on the other side of the light screen flickered unsteadily, giving it an eerie appearance.
This Holy Son of the Demon Cult had once been the top of the Qianlong List but was defeated by the Crown Prince of Dayu, scattering his dragon form and relegating him to a position where he could only compete for the top three with the Yantian Sect.
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