Chapter 486
Li Mo took a deep breath upon hearing those two words, his steadfast heart trembling violently twice, yet he managed to hold on.
Normally, he might not have been so persistent.
But he thought he was in his dream now, and that Bing Tuozi was just a figment of his imagination.
If he couldn’t even stand firm in a dream, what would he do in reality?
Little Li was unusually serious and resolute.
“I understand…”
Ying Bing’s slightly turned face shimmered like the colors of a rainbow, softly responding.
Li Mo’s heart raced, but he suddenly noticed that the world before him was fading, transforming into a sketch on white paper.
The lines of the sketch were rapidly simplifying.
An oppressive feeling descended from the void, familiar to the depths of his soul, reminiscent of that day at the Qianlong Conference when the sky had suddenly darkened.
“Is the dream about to wake up?”
Li Mo could hear nothing anymore.
Yet he clearly saw the lips, so close, parting...
...
The next day.
The light of dawn broke through the white clouds and windows, illuminating the bed in the Biyun Tower.
Ying Bing awoke with a hint of melancholy in her heart, as if she had lost her soul.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Li Mo sleeping beside her, his face bearing the expression of Erkang, saying, “Ziwei, wait a moment!”
It was just one night, yet seeing him again felt like a surprise, a reunion, a retrieval of something lost.
“Bing Tuozi, wait a moment!”
Li Mo opened his eyes just in time to meet the gaze of Bing Tuozi, who was glued to him.
“What’s wrong?” Ying Bing asked curiously.
“Uh, I had a dream.”
Li Mo stared blankly at the ceiling, as if his soul hadn’t returned from the dream.
“What dream?”
“Didn’t you dream, Bing Tuozi?”
Ying Bing shook her head.
So they were sharing the same bed but dreaming different dreams... Li Mo smacked his lips, feeling a bit embarrassed as he looked at Bing Tuozi, wiping the drool from her collar, and then keenly caught the complex emotions still lingering on her face.
Hmm?
Could it be that Bing Tuozi was deceiving him?
“Bing Tuozi, can you call me something? You know, two words.”
“Li Mo.”
“Not that.”
Ying Bing paused for a moment, just as she lowered her gaze, Li Mo suddenly lay back on her lap, his eyes burning, not allowing her to look away.
“...Brother?”
“Ugh...”
Li Mo didn’t hear the answer he wanted, but he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.
The male energy in the morning was quite intense, and his was even more so than usual.
Wasn’t calling him ‘brother’ just adding fuel to the fire?
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Chapter 545: Family Doesn’t Speak as Strangers
In the guest room of Biyun Tower.
“Scared the life out of me…”
Meanwhile, Shang Qinqing shot up from her bed, gasping for breath, her face filled with lingering fear.
He, the Great Shang totem, was in some ways her ancestor.
The memory of him was so faint it was hard to say if it could even be called a memory, or merely a thought that had descended, showing no malice, just lingering for a moment, making her feel small.
She really was asking for trouble, thinking she could resist...
“Phew... you’re awake normally.”
Qin Yuzhi relaxed upon seeing Shang Qinqing lively and well.
Sudden changes could lead to getting lost in the gaps of dreams.
“Xiao Qing, you don’t need to be troubled. Since ancient times, apart from that one time, no one has returned from the celestial realm. His level may be beyond our imagination.”
“I’m not troubled; I’m just a bit annoyed that someone pried half of my candy away…”
Shang Qinqing shook her head, murmuring:
“No wonder Xiao Bing has been so exceptional in martial arts, soul intent, and even musical talent... But why does she have such a presence within her?”
Qin Yuzhi pondered and said, “It must be because the Nine Souls of the Yuan Phoenix are all gathered in her…”
Shang Qinqing thought deeply: “But I’ve heard Xiao Bing mention that she was precocious since childhood, with a cold physique, an exceptional memory, especially in chess—no one from the Da Yu Kingdom could match her.”
The first Yuan Phoenix soul Ying Bing obtained was the Xiahong Qi.
But her most astonishing talent had already shone through long before that.
“So that means…”
Qin Yuzhi’s eyes widened, her breath quickening:
“The being deep within her soul intent is not something that has awakened from the Yuan Phoenix Nine Souls or the Phoenix God’s legacy.”
“But rather... innate? Has it always been there?”
Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi exchanged glances, both seeing the dazed expression in each other’s eyes, as if they had turned into soulless stone statues.
“In the Great Shang era, didn’t she return to the heavenly realm?”
“I remember it that way too.”
“Then how did he influence the mortal realm?”
Shang Qinqing’s question was more of a soliloquy.
But after she spoke, she noticed a flicker of struggle in Qin Yuzhi’s otherwise stoic expression, as if she were recalling something deep within her memory. The more she thought, the more scattered her thoughts became.
It was as if she had been shackled by something invisible.
“I seem to have forgotten many important things…” Qin Yuzhi’s face turned pale.
“The Dream Weaving Technique can alter memories…”
A ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through Shang Qinqing’s mind.
What could twist the memory of someone who had once been close to the eighth realm and mastered the path of dreams, to the point where she couldn’t even recall?
...
A day’s opportunity lies in the morning.
Little Li suddenly gained a deeper understanding of this phrase he had heard so many times before.
Just four words, yet they contained such profound meaning.
After two days of rest, Li Mo found himself unusually relaxed, as he was currently the only one with a perfect record, securing a spot among the top three.
He had basically locked in the top position on the Qianlong list.
The two of them entered the Tianren City hand in hand, just waiting for Ying Bing’s next round.
She might also encounter Jiang Yu.
But Bing Tuozi’s chances should be a thousand percent!
In the following two days, Li Mo didn’t idle either. First, he took over Fengyue Xiaozhu and freed all the girls inside, including those who had been treated as objects for others’ use.
However, these women, having only known how to please men, were in a rather numb state of mind, and even the concept of freedom that Little Li spoke of stirred no waves in their hearts.
Most of them chose to stay and continue working there.
Of course.
When they saw the current number one on the Qianlong list (soon to be), skillfully demonstrating foot massage techniques, Fengyue Xiaozhu fell silent.
This guy is just too talented, right?
Is being a genius even enough to excel at this?
For the rest of the time, he mostly spent at the Zhen Nan Wangfu and the Tianshan Sword Manor’s sword furnace.
It must be mentioned.
Now, Lao Zhong and Xie Xuan were the second and third owners of Fengyue Xiaozhu, and Li Mo had given them each a share of the stakes.
This way, Fengyue Xiaozhu became a property of the Wangfu and the Sword Manor.
If the Fourth Prince wanted to play tricks to reclaim the place...
Xie Xuan, who had made money his life goal and had turned into the owner of Huā Nòng Yǐng, would be the first to object!
Two days passed quickly.
The final round of the Qianlong Conference began, signaling that the event was about to come to a close.
If one had to say there was still some suspense left...
It would probably be...
[Ying Bing vs. Jiang Yu]
“Has the Cold Fairy also encountered Jiang Yu?”
“Duh, if they don’t face off, how will they determine the second and third places?”
“Speaking of which, have you noticed that Ying Bing seems to have never gone all out? Maybe she hasn’t met an equally matched opponent…”
“There have been some…”
A sea of people gathered, countless gazes converging not far away.
“Today marks the end of the Qianlong Conference.”
Li Mo stood below the stage, gazing at the midday gate, which was bathed in sunlight, giving it a golden sheen.
That symbolized the most outstanding and spirited youth of the younger generation, the carp leaping over the dragon gate.
He had walked this path as if treading on thin ice; you’d think he could...
Emmmm
What was he lamenting? He had already locked in first place, while others were still vying for the rankings behind him.
But the strange feeling in Little Li’s heart was real.
In his past life, as an NPC, the most inflated moment was probably when he used a discount coupon for takeout, and the trendiest moment was when he used a plastic bag from the national trend...
He always claimed to be the best actor at the Golden Statue Awards, but for a long time, he still saw himself as a mere ornament hanging from Bing Tuozi’s jade leg.
Now, he probably couldn’t hang on anymore; the pearl white lotus silk and dark cloud gauze were a bit too slippery...
He was about to become the number one on the Qianlong list.
“I’ve never won against Bing Tuozi in a fair fight; I wonder if that counts as being truly deserving.”
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