Chapter 407
【Next time, this system will not automatically equip the host. The host must personally don the attire when encountering the victor.】
“?”
Ying Bing's Danfeng eyes froze like autumn waters, a question mark appearing in her gaze.
First of all, she had no idea how to wear this outfit, as the more elaborate the clothing, the more complicated it became.
And then—
Did that mean she had to put it on in front of him?
“…”
Meanwhile, in the Senluo Valley of the Southern Wilderness.
The thick fog here was unyielding, and the wind cut like a knife, as if the changing seasons had no effect on this place whatsoever.
“How is this possible?! I clearly killed him with my own hands!”
Zhu Renji's bulging eyes were wide with disbelief.
“But the 'Divine Hammer Little Overlord' on the Qianlong List—could it be fake?!”
Luo Yexian snorted coldly, his expression darkening.
“Holy Son, say something!”
“You clearly saw me turn him into nothingness, leaving only a hair behind!”
Zhu Renji's face was filled with incredulity.
“I saw it, but all I know is that I entrusted the matter to you, and you failed.”
The Demon Summoning Holy Son, Tan Zhuyin, had a face as dark as water: “Now he’s still alive, and we not only promised the power of all beings from the Southern Wilderness, suffering heavy casualties, but we also returned empty-handed from Lankashan!”
“This…”
Zhu Renji wasn’t foolish; he understood the Holy Son’s meaning.
The trip to the Yunmeng Underground Palace had been a complete disaster for the Demon Summoning Sect.
Both law kings were severely injured, the personnel they brought suffered near-total losses, and they even touched their foundation—the power of all beings—without gaining any benefits.
The main sect would definitely send someone to hold them accountable; someone had to take the blame.
Zhu Renji’s survival instinct kicked in, and his intelligence peaked:
“Holy Son, we can’t say we returned completely empty-handed.”
“Hmm?”
“The pearl! That pearl! We put in so much effort to snatch it!”
“Now that you mention it, I’m even angrier!”
Tan Zhuyin took out the stone pearl from his waist, intending to smash it on the ground but hesitated.
“What good is this thing?!”
“Holy Son, if it’s a divine object, it must be extraordinary. What if we just didn’t use the right method?”
“Why not ask Brother Xiang for advice?” Luo Yexian suggested.
“Hmph, a bunch of fools! Useless!”
A cold snort suddenly came from behind. Tan Zhuyin was already furious; who dared to insult him, the Holy Son?
He turned around, his tone icy: “Deputy Sect Master, greetings!”
The newcomer was dressed in white, with a long beard that made him look like an ordinary teacher.
But those familiar with the Demon Summoning Sect knew that this was one of the three famous deputy sect masters, Yu Wen Cuojin.
“Call me Sect Master Yu Wen.”
“Understood, Deputy Sect Master Yu Wen.”
“A mere observer in the Divine Vision realm has caused my sect an entire hall of unrest, resulting in such heavy losses.”
Yu Wen Cuojin’s voice was deep: “Holy Son, how will you explain this to the main sect?”
“…”
Tan Zhuyin raised the ‘worthless stone pearl.’
“You’ve all been deceived! I’m embarrassed for you, being from the Demon Sect!”
Yu Wen Cuojin felt like slapping these people to death.
“So many have died, and you’re still willing to hand over the power of all beings for a broken stone? Don’t you realize how foolish you are?”
“But Brother Xiang is very capable…”
“Fine, bring him out. Let me see what gives him the right to call himself an immortal!”
The Qingyuan Mountain Range was melting under the spring sun.
Spring had arrived, and all things were awakening; the animals were coming out of hibernation.
Following Shenbing Peak, Danding Peak had also entered into a strategic partnership with the cafeteria. Under Chef Li’s expert guidance, they prepared boxes of seasoning packets using materials provided by Danding Peak, which were then delivered to Qiushui Pavilion.
Strangely enough.
These boxes of items had only been seen going in, never coming out.
Soon, the courtyard was piled high.
During this time, Sect Master Qin had been busy, hosting feasts in town after town, bringing this flavor into the dreams of the Southern Wilderness people.
“Ready to set off.”
In the courtyard, Li Mo touched the Kongming Wanse Tower, which had now accumulated seventeen layers.
He was almost halfway to projecting the divine form on the Path of Projection.
These weren’t just seasoning packets; they were clearly the power of all beings that was about to be absorbed.
Of course, it wasn’t just for the power of all beings; Li Mo’s system space also contained many supplies that would be delivered alongside these items.
He hoped to do this job to the best of his ability.
While waiting for Qin Yuzhi, Li Mo quickly cooked a pack of instant noodles with the seasoning packets, squatting by the threshold and slurping it up.
The taste was certainly not as good as in his previous life, but it had a bit more fragrance.
For the common folk of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, this should be considered a significant improvement.
“Is it good?”
A familiar, clear voice suddenly came from behind.
Without needing to turn around, Little Li knew who it was, but it sounded a bit unnatural?
Today, Bing Tuozi was wearing a light red moonlight painting dress, the colors swirling like moonlight spilling over rain clouds, the hem swaying gracefully, creating a mesmerizing sight.
What flower could possibly be black?
There might be some, but Little Li had never seen one until today.
This touch of black added a hint of enchantment to the ethereal beauty of the valley’s orchids.
“Try it.”
Li Mo placed the bowl on the table and quickly sat down, anticipating that his hammer might startle others, which wouldn’t be good for the flowers and plants.
“Hmm…”
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, gently tugging at the hem of her dress.
She tied her hair up, picked up the chopsticks Li Mo had used, and took small bites of the noodles, her lips glistening with a sheen.
It was easy to imagine the shape of the mosquito bite on her neck.
And everyone knew that black flowers were usually made of unusual materials, very smooth, and the hem of her dress had a playful little gap.
Noticing that Little Li’s gaze had lost focus, Ying Bing’s neck turned slightly red. This time, she learned her lesson and decided not to mention the hem that kept sliding down, crossing her legs to obscure it a bit.
But Bing Tuozi clearly didn’t know the phrase “half-concealing the pipa.”
A gentleman’s imagination is often quite vivid; that kind of subtlety could drive one to madness:
“Why don’t you just show a picture?! Damn!!”
Looking at the cold fairy, dressed in a red moonlight dress with black flowers, eating the noodles he made.
Li Mo wore a gentlemanly expression: “Bing Tuozi, I’m heading to the Southern Wilderness.”
“Mm-hmm, be careful,” Ying Bing advised.
Li Mo’s mouth was quicker than his brain: “When I come back, I want to see a beautiful moon and reinforce the seal.”
“?”
These two matters didn’t seem related at all.
“You know, the Southern Wilderness has a humid climate, and there are a lot of mosquitoes.”
With his perfected body, the Divine Hammer Little Overlord felt guilty yet stubborn.
“Well, you could soak in the Mistflower Eternal Spring. Just soak it after being bitten by mosquitoes, and you’ll be fine.”
Bing Tuozi spoke coolly, but her gaze was fixed on the bowl, as if it held some mystery.
“Are you suggesting reinforcing the seal while soaking?”
Li Mo’s eyes lit up, giving her a thumbs up: “Bing Tuozi, you’re really smart!”
“…”
Ying Bing’s charming eyes now wanted to roll at him.
You say I’m smart, but do you think I’m a fool?
Suddenly, she said seriously:
“Now close your eyes. Before you leave, I’ll reinforce the seal for you.”
“Really?”
Poor Little Li had no idea everything was going so smoothly. It wasn’t even New Year; why were gifts coming one after another?
He obediently closed his eyes, and soon he felt a cool touch on his neck.
But it wasn’t wet.
Huh?
Li Mo opened his eyes in confusion, only to see the cold fairy examining him, her autumn waters sparkling with a smile that was almost mischievous.
Bing Tuozi had merely pinched his neck lightly with her delicate hand.
Indeed, Bing Tuozi’s clothes were black—indicating her darkening nature.
“Go on, I need to visit the Cold Pool as well.”
“Alright.”
As he was about to head to the Imperial Capital, Li Mo guessed that Bing Tuozi wanted to prepare some means.
“Be good.”
Ying Bing walked out of Qiushui Pavilion like a victorious, aloof black cat, her dress fluttering in the spring breeze, clinging to her figure and outlining her tall, delicate silhouette.
She turned back at the door, softly saying:
“Leave early and return early; if you’re late, the moon won’t look good.”
“!”
Li Mo looked up suddenly.
Little Li, who wanted to hear Bing Tuozi call him “brother,” had a face full of sunshine:
“Can we do a double seal, sister?”
“…”
Ying Bing’s eyelashes fluttered.
If she were truly a black cat, her tail would probably be standing up like it had been electrocuted.
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