Qinghe County.
Early in the morning, the chirping of birds pierced through the window gauze of the side chamber.
Li Mo was jolted awake by the system's notification tone.
Blinking against the sunlight, he saw the familiar ceiling above him and froze for a mont before letting out a yawn.
"Haven’t slept this well in ages."
He had never pushed his limits to such an extre before.
Every last drop of his inner breath had been exhausted.
The ntal strain had been so imnse that he’d blacked out entirely.
Checking his dantian, Li Mo was surprised to find a sliver of inner breath had already replenished.
Had he been cultivating in his sleep?
Unable to make sense of it, he turned his attention to the culprit that had disturbed his peaceful slumber.
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investnt in ‘Qian Bufan,’ preventing him from falling into a demonic sect ambush.]
[Investnt Reward: 《Eight Treasures Gold-Devouring Art》]
[Eight Treasures Gold-Devouring Art]: "Rooted in the essence of wealth and treasures, aligned with the tal elent, its offensive power is unparalleled. However, the cost is imnse. Unless one is considerably wealthy, practice with caution."
"Elder Qian’s martial art?"
Li Mo had once mused about getting his hands on Old Qian’s techniques.
Who would’ve thought the system would drop it just like that?
Still, he already had a primary cultivation thod—he wasn’t sure if this one was even compatible.
The rewards didn’t stop there.
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investnt in ‘He Chen,’ preventing him from falling into the Summoning Demon Sect’s ambush.]
[Investnt Reward: 《Cloud-Sundering Sword Art》]
[Cloud-Sundering Sword Art]: "A sword technique passed down through the lineage of the Horizontal Cloud Sword City, comprehended by the Bai Clan’s patriarch while observing sword-like clouds. Only direct disciples may learn it."
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investnt in ‘Zhou Tu,’ preventing his demise in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.]
[Investnt Reward: Crimson Ganoderma Wine.]
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investnt in ‘Yao Feng,’ preventing his demise in the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.]
[Investnt Reward: Eight Years of Martial Insight.]
......
A flood of investnt rewards left Li Mo’s head spinning, his eyes struggling to keep up.
There were quite a few noteworthy treasures among them.
Martial arts alone numbered thirty, the lowest among them being high-tier, with several even classified as peerless techniques.
Unfortunately, the peerless-grade ones were all low-tier—not a single mid-tier among them.
Three Ancient Bronze Scripture Seals.
One Ancient Bronze Creation Seal.
The Creation Seal seed far rarer than the Scripture Seal—the forr was for refining divine diagrams, while the latter was for martial arts.
Perhaps it was a matter of probability, or maybe divine diagrams were inherently more valuable than martial arts of the sa tier.
"The library has very few divine diagrams—must be the latter."
Setting aside the martial arts rewards, Li Mo turned his attention to the chaotic ss in his system space.
Grinning, he began organizing his newfound wealth.
Twenty thousand taels of red gold.
Three hundred thousand taels of regular gold.
Silver? Hard to say—the stack of silver notes filled an entire chest. Cashing them out would easily amount to millions.
Forty-so pieces of Mystic Crystal.
No need to elaborate—these were even more valuable than red gold.
"Pfft, the Eight Treasures Gold-Devouring Art? If I wanted to practice it, it’d be a breeze."
Li Mo decided to revise his self-introduction.
"Modest wealth" could now be upgraded to "comfortable assets."
The rest of the treasures—ores, jewels, dicinal herbs, fine wines, precious teas—had also diversified significantly.
His system space had expanded by a third.
All of it harvested from the Blood Phoenix Secret Realm.
"Holy smokes."
"This trip was worth it."
Judging by the rewards, Li Mo had effectively saved the majority of the participants in the secret realm.
So he’d rescued through chivalry in the first layer, while others were spared when he shattered the realm itself—apparently counting as his "investnt."
In other words, without him, disaster would have struck.
The Summoning Demon Sect had planned to let no one leave alive.
"All I wanted was to invest in that ice block..."
Li Mo sighed.
Speaking of which, he suddenly rembered—he hadn’t even checked the rewards from the ice block yet.
His consciousness plunged back into the system space.
A golden page.
A golden seal.
These were the rewards from Ying Bing.
[Gilded Creation Seal]: "When stamped upon a divine diagram, it can refine, perfect, and elevate its tier. Usable on diagrams up to the Extre Form level."
Li Mo had read the "Annals of Divine Forms."
Incidentally, that book was written by Han Zhen.
If it could work on Extre Forms, then the Gilded Creation Seal could elevate a divine diagram from Extre Form to Great Dao Divine Form.
Currently, he owned three divine diagrams:
The Night Ghost Statue.
The Flesh Buddha.
And the Golden Crow Ascending to the Sun.
The first two weren’t particularly useful—whether they were powerful or not, they weren’t exactly orthodox. Practicing them would likely turn him into a pariah.
As for the Golden Crow Ascending to the Sun, he’d once thought it was a Great Dao Divine Form.
Turned out it was rely an Extre Form.
"My understanding of the Divine Form Realm is still shallow. No need to rush using the Gilded Creation Seal."
"Besides, this thing only drops from the ice block."
Suppressing the urge to imdiately obtain a Great Dao Divine Form, Li Mo moved on.
[Zhou Tian Star Pill Scripture]: "A supre art, recording the profound mysteries of the celestial stars. By refining star pills within one’s inner cosmos, one may manifest the full array of the heavens. Only when the star pills number three hundred sixty-five will perfection be achieved, allowing the pills to emulate the myriad phenona of the universe!"
Li Mo: "Huh?"
He was stunned.
Three hundred sixty-five star pills?
Did that an he had to condense three hundred sixty-five mystic pills?
Rubbing his eyes, Li Mo checked again—no mistake.
The golden page bore no text. The information was transmitted directly to his soul.
This confird it—the 《Zhou Tian Star Pill Scripture》 could no longer be classified as a re martial art.
It had transcended the category entirely.
"But... can my dantian even hold that many?"
He couldn’t wrap his head around it.
"Wait..."
"These pills aren’t stored in the dantian—they’re in the inner cosmos."
Li Mo realized.
This wasn’t sothing ant for the Inner Breath Realm.
An inner cosmos was a hallmark of the sixth realm—the Dharma Body Realm.
Three hundred sixty-five mystic pills made sense for a Dharma Body cultivator.
But...
"I don’t have an inner cosmos."
"But... what about a minor world?"
A thought struck him.
He assessed his current condition.
After pushing his body to the brink, every cell scread for replenishnt. His ridians were parched, tangled like knotted ropes, requiring careful recuperation.
Once his vitality was restored, he might even break through to new heights.
"By then, the opportunity to condense a mystic pill should arrive."
Taking a deep breath, Li Mo tried to get out of bed—only to find his limbs weak.
The fad "Hamr King of the Northwest" nearly toppled over.
Nearly.
Because he collided with sothing cold, fragrant, and jade-like.
Naly—Ying Bing’s shoulder.
"You’re awake."
A voice like jade beads falling onto stone reached his ears.
Looking up, Li Mo t Ying Bing’s downward gaze.
She had changed into a holy dress and was holding a bowl of dicinal broth.
Normally quick-witted, Li Mo found himself at a loss for words.
After a long pause, he straightened up and nodded.
"Thanks."
"I should be thanking you."
Ying Bing took a seat at the antique rosewood table, carefully arranging the items from the tray before lightly patting the stool beside her:
"Co here, sit down."
"What's this?"
Li Mo eyed the objects on the table, a sinking feeling creeping into his chest.
"Tonic."
Ying Bing stirred the contents of the bowl with a spoon, then tapped the rim of the celadon vessel with a crisp clink.
"Drink it."
"Then I’ll help you regulate your ridians."
Li Mo: "!"
He glanced between the girl’s serene gaze and the bowl of liquid on the table.
The sa Li Mo who had once fought two opponents at once like a celestial descending from the heavens, wielding divine weapons in a furious battle within the Inner Breath Realm—now shuddered involuntarily.
Folks, any ideas on how to escape the "Big Lang’s dicine" scenario?
Waiting online. Urgent.
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