Chapter 508
"The Cold Fairy strikes, and indeed, it's terrifying. However, I've already had dinner, so eating more would just be a waste of food. I believe everyone understands that wasting food is shameful."
"What should we do? We couldn't infiltrate Wanchun Pavilion, and the Hundred Flowers Festival is just around the corner."
The leader of the deer clan looked troubled.
Li Mo had taken away their qualification to host the event, leaving them unable to deploy their personnel. Now, Ying Bing had made a slight move, preventing them from even sneaking into Wanchun Pavilion. Their plan had been flawless, yet they encountered such unexpected obstacles.
"In my opinion, we have only two options left."
Yuwen Cuojin's expression turned fierce as he spoke in a low voice:
"First, we send another batch of Yin Yang Hall disciples. They must hold on until the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival, and these people must be resolute and fearless. Is anyone willing to volunteer?"
His voice echoed in the silent hall.
However, looking at the dishes on the table, the group of demonic cult members exchanged glances, none of them having the confidence to step forward.
"The second option is to burn our boats! We go all out, abandon stealth, and launch a frontal assault on the day of the festival!"
"Alright, let's fight these treacherous dogs of the court!"
"I'll turn the demonic cult upside down, starting today!"
"Count me in!"
The group of demons eagerly volunteered, responding with enthusiasm.
.....
On the other side.
Bing Tuozi seemed to want a late-night snack, silently grabbing pots and pans, causing Chef Li to feel a chill run down his spine as he quickly grabbed her hand.
"Let's make some potato chips. We can watch an animation while we eat."
Li Mo's expression was serious.
"Potato chips? I don't know how to make those..."
"Sis, I'll teach you step by step."
As he spoke, Li Mo hugged her from behind, guiding her delicate hands as they began to slice the potatoes with their skins on.
Little Li was quite serious.
His arm wrapped around her cool, soft body, his left hand resting on her waist, his chin brushing against her neck, inhaling the fragrance of orchids in the empty valley.
The night deepened, and the kitchen was quiet, filled only with the sounds of slicing potatoes and bubbling oil.
Ying Bing curled her fingers slightly, feeling a tickle from his breath, making her feel a bit shy all over.
"Is this how you do it...?"
She tried to distract herself with the potato chips.
"Yeah, actually, you don't have to start with something complicated. You can begin with something simple. Is there an animation you want to watch tonight?"
"How about 'Castle in the Sky'?"
Ying Bing was usually very serious about her tasks.
But at this moment, she couldn't focus on what was in her hands at all.
However, from her relaxed posture, it was clear that Bing Tuozi was enjoying the current tranquility.
"Huh? Why does the salt I sprinkled seem a bit off...?"
"Li Mo, that looks like sugar."
"Ah..."
Chef Li inhaled the sweet scent of Bing Tuozi.
With his experience, he could tell the difference between sugar and salt without tasting, so how did he mix them up just now?
Bing Tuozi's dark culinary skills were terrifying; even with his guidance, it didn't work?
"Sweet isn't necessarily bad..."
"Is making potato chips really that simple?"
"I guess so, but next time we can start with instant noodles."
After scooping up the potato chips, Li Mo took Bing Tuozi's hand and returned to the room, then entered the small world.
The clouds in the sky began to project the animation's light and shadow.
Ying Bing stood up, intending to call Li Mo, but when she turned around, she was taken aback to see a different Little Li.
"Looks pretty good."
Li Mo assessed himself and found that his biggest concern was unfounded.
Putting everything else aside, this outfit suited him well. After absorbing the power of all beings, it radiated with colorful clouds, shining brilliantly.
After examining himself, he noticed Ying Bing had stopped watching the animation and was secretly observing him, her clear, cold gaze a bit dazed.
"How does it look? Does it fit?"
"What do you mean by fit?"
Ying Bing's gaze quickly retreated, as if she hadn't seen anything just now.
Though she shrank back, it wasn't complete; her sparkling eyes reflected the light and shadows on the cloud screen, appearing radiant and enchanting.
"This outfit is not only good-looking but also quite powerful."
Li Mo smiled, and the slight power of all beings accumulated in the Kongming Wanse Tower slowly flowed into the outfit.
He couldn't activate the outfit's powers solely with his divine intent; he had to use the power of all beings to drive it.
Suddenly, under the cloud-stepping shoes, mist began to rise.
The originally unremarkable cloud-somersault transformed into auspicious clouds, becoming even more mysterious and unpredictable.
Li Mo stood atop the rising mist, feeling that he could now move others along with him.
Then, a strange wave rippled from the Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, as if a realm was quietly unfolding.
The golden chainmail shimmered, and Li Mo once again used the method of heaven and earth, his body growing five times taller, exuding overwhelming power.
"Wow, this is strong! And it's still not complete; I'm missing the final piece."
Li Mo slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly ablaze with fiery light, filled with a sense of ambition to soar to the heavens.
In an instant, he seemed to transform into a celestial being.
But he didn't attempt to pull out the Ruyi Jingu Bang; he probably couldn't do it, and it wasn't the right time.
"Now do you see?" Li Mo raised an eyebrow and flashed a bright smile at Ying Bing.
"I see it."
Ying Bing's expression was cool, but her gaze softened.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"I like it."
Bing Tuozi stopped pretending, looking openly and intently, as if she wanted to engrave this moment deeply in her memory.
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Chapter 574: The Little Overlord Who Brings Good Fortune to His Wife, Well, That's No Problem
On the summer solstice, tomorrow marks the day of the Hundred Flowers Festival, and the capital is filled with joy. The streets are bustling with crowds, under the three bright suns that shine brightly but aren't yet scorching, everyone is out and about.
It truly feels like a nationwide celebration.
The officials of the Ministry of Revenue have profited, replenishing the national treasury, while the common people feast their eyes, and Little Li's investments have paid off handsomely.
Not only in investments, but even the Kongming Wanse Tower has surged by four levels.
Now, the city is buzzing with the news that it was his strong support that made the Hundred Flowers Festival so grand.
The accumulated power of all beings allows him to activate the Great Sage's outfit for a quarter of an hour.
"This thing really earns slowly but spends quickly."
Li Mo rubbed the Kongming Wanse Tower.
The good news is that the Great Sage's outfit looks incredibly cool while also being powerful.
The bad news is that using it is quite painful; for now, it can only be kept as a last resort.
The worse news is that once he puts on the outfit, his head starts to itch, as if he wants to poke a hole in the sky.
But then again, considering the severe side effects brought by the Ming Jiao bloodline, how much more intense would the Great Sage's outfit be?
Lost in thought, Li Mo flipped open the Bing Tuozi version of the Qianxing Jue, hoping to enter the inner realm soon.
After a moment, Zhong Zhenyue burst in through the door, anxious.
"Adoptive father, you need to go take a look! If you wait any longer, the Fengyue Pavilion is going to be smashed!"
"Huh?"
Little Li wasn't angry; instead, he looked puzzled.
As everyone knows, even the Fourth Prince wouldn't dare to act against Fengyue Pavilion for the time being, especially with Zhong Zhenyue and Xie Xuan, two hot-headed youths, stationed there.
Even they couldn't hold it down??
"Which fool is so bold?" Li Mo asked warily.
Zhong Zhenyue replied, "Your master."
Li Mo: "....."
Once the words "fighting king" came up, everything started to make sense.
As he stood up and headed downstairs with Zhong Zhenyue, he asked, "How did the fight start? With whom?"
"It started with a quarrel with a passerby, who mistook her for a technician from Fengyue Pavilion. Elder Hanhe stepped in to mediate, not wanting her to cause trouble in the capital."
"And then?"
"She planned to fight Elder Hanhe too!"
"....."
As they spoke, the two had already arrived at Fengyue Pavilion.
Upon entering, they were greeted by a scene of chaos.
A woman in a red dress was fiercely chasing a burly man with a wine bottle in hand.
Elder Hanhe's beard trembled with anger, standing among the arriving constables, with a bruise at the corner of his eye.
The constable leading the group was familiar to Li Mo; it was Zhao Jing, who had been tied up in the secret chamber.
"Boss Li, you finally made it! This thug is quite a handful."
"Uh, that's my master."
"Ah? Then we should hurry up and save her; if we wait any longer, someone might get killed..."
Zhao Jing couldn't sit still upon hearing this.
"Yeah, if we wait any longer, she might actually kill someone," Li Mo covered his face.
Zhao Jing: "??"
She turned to look.
*Smash—*
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