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Chapter 621: Er Nius Admonition, Li Mo Recalls the Past

Dong Changtian and the others hadn’t drunk this much in a long time. When they left, their faces were flushed red, and they staggered as they walked.

"Take care on the road."

"Er Niu, wait for me to come back."

Li Mo and Ying Bing stood at the door to see them off.

Hearing the familiar nickname, Dong Changtian paused mid-step.

He turned back blankly, squinting his eyes at the two figures standing before the doorway, their faces blurred against the backdrop of the lamplight.

The light spilled into his eyes, illuminating their murky depths, and spilled onto his face, filling every wrinkle with radiance.

"Got it, Brother Li."

The snowstorm grew fiercer, the wind howling so hard it was difficult to keep one's eyes open.

The empty street was left with only a trail of footprints stretching into the distance, stubbornly resisting the snow’s attempt to bury them.

Meanwhile, Li Mo returned to the courtyard and began cleaning up the leftovers as usual. He didn’t know why he had suddenly called Dong Changtian by that name earlier.

"Er Niu"—such a rustic, unsophisticated name, completely at odds with the Sword Sect.

Yet somehow, it had rolled off his tongue effortlessly, without the slightest hint of dissonance.

This very naturalness unsettled him.

He could even flip a coin and make it land upright—surely he wouldn’t be found out, right?

After a while, Li Mo returned to his room.

Since he was about to leave, he decided to take a bath first. After spending some time heating the water, he sank into the tub.

"Li Mo? Where are you?"

"Are you in there?"

Ying Bing’s voice came from outside the door.

Perhaps she had just returned from seeing the others off and couldn’t find him, so she had come looking for him in the bathhouse.

The young man soaking in the water hesitated for exactly three and a third seconds before dunking his head underwater, instantly cutting off all sound from outside.

"See, when I take a bath, I like to submerge myself completely—not even my head stays above water."

"It’s only natural I can’t hear anything outside, right?"

Creak—

Only when Ying Bing stepped inside did he resurface with a blank expression.

"You… here to bathe too?"

"Mhm. I’ll… wait till you’re done."

Ying Bing actually knew he was in there, but if she didn’t enter, he’d probably keep himself submerged indefinitely.

"Well, since you’re already here…"

Li Mo put on his most righteous expression.

"Right. I still have things to do anyway."

Ying Bing set down the wooden basin in her arms, filled with clothes she had just retrieved from outside. She shook off the snow clinging to them, preparing to rewash and hang them indoors.

"What’s the Otherworld like?"

"A place where mortals fall gravely ill, martial artists wither in vitality, and Celestials struggle to commune with heaven and earth."

"No wonder you think there’s little chance of victory."

"Then why did you deliberately make the coin land upright?"

Ying Bing set the clothes aside and fixed him with a quiet, penetrating gaze.

Li Mo felt a pang of guilt under her scrutiny. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision—he hadn’t discussed it with her beforehand.

Only after Pojun arrived did he realize how determined the Celestial Clan was to force Mo City to send a representative.

"Someone had to go. Old Dong and Old Qi—they’re getting on in years."

"......"

Ying Bing didn’t laugh. Instead, she pressed her lips together and avoided his gaze, focusing intently on scrubbing the clothes in the basin, heedless of their silent screams of protest.

Li Mo spoke earnestly:

"It was a last-minute decision. I originally planned for all of us to play dumb and stall, but we couldn’t weasel our way out of it this time. I didn’t mean to leave you out of the discussion."

"I’m not angry."

"You’re about to wash the clothes to death… C’mon, give me a hug. One hug, and I’ll believe you’re not mad."

"But you’re taking a bath."

"It’s just a bath. It’s not like we haven’t…"

Li Mo trailed off, stunned by his own words.

Why did it sound like they’d done this before?

Since when was an immortal sister someone you could just casually share a bath with?

But what surprised him even more was Ying Bing’s response. After a moment’s thought, she lowered her eyes and asked, "How long will you soak?"

Li Mo glanced at the snowstorm outside the window but couldn’t gauge the time.

He planned to leave early—before the sun rose high, setting off at the first light of dawn.

"The whole night."

"?"

"The water won’t get cold. I’ll keep it warm."

"Really? I’m not sure I believe you."

"Try it and see."

Li Mo was still grinning when suddenly, his vision went dark—a fragrant garment draped over his face.

Splash—

A cold, slender body settled into his arms, and in that instant, he understood the meaning of "soft jade"—supple yet resilient…

Ying Bing sat in his lap, her head resting against his shoulder, a flush creeping up from her neck.

From the corner of her eye, she could see that familiar red mark on his skin. Her gaze flickered, as if something intangible was about to spill forth.

"This is only because you’re leaving," Ying Bing murmured, her voice trembling slightly with poorly concealed guilt.

Li Mo inhaled her icy scent, his mind a chaotic whirl of popping bubbles. "Then this is a win. I’m coming out way ahead."

"Were you about to say your batteries are recharged?"

"Nope."

At this moment, the hardness of Li Mo’s words rivaled that of a certain part of him that had just been soft.

He tightened his arms around the "ice block," quietly attuning himself to her breathing, her warmth, until his heart gradually settled into calm.

Suddenly, Li Mo felt how swiftly time was passing.

Happy moments were always fleeting. After what felt like little more than an hour, he finally rose from the tub.

Carrying Ying Bing to the bed, he tucked her in beneath the blankets.

Taking a deep breath, Li Mo stepped outside with the resolve of a man marching to his doom.

The snow that had fallen all night ceased by dawn, the eastern horizon tinged with the faint glow of daybreak.

When he arrived at Pojun’s quarters, he found the towering man already dressed and ready to depart.

Relieved to see him alone, Li Mo let out a quiet sigh.

Pojun, however, looked startled.

"What are you doing here?"

"It’s a bit early, but that’s fine. Better to leave before Old Dong wakes up—that old fox is cunning."

Li Mo chuckled lightly.

"You’re afraid he’ll come first, aren’t you?"

Pojun frowned.

He didn’t understand why, just yesterday, everyone had been shirking responsibility like cowards.

Yet today, they were scrambling to go ahead of each other.

And besides… wasn’t Li Mo a spy?

"Not at all. I just don’t like farewell scenes."

"Swordmaster Dong said the same thing. You two really think alike."

"See, I told— Wait, what do you mean?" Li Mo froze.

Pojun gave him a strange look.

"Swordmaster Dong reported in last night. By now, he should already be at Yinma Camp."

"He didn’t tell you?"

"?"

Li Mo stood rooted to the spot, the image of Old Dong’s weathered face turning back in the snowstorm flashing through his mind.

"When he left, he left you a letter—probably some final instructions for you."

Pojun seemed to have reached some conclusion and smiled approvingly. "You’ve done well. Even his early departure was part of your calculations, wasn’t it? No wonder the people of Mo City trust you so much. At this rate, it won’t be long before you’re sitting in Mo City’s highest seat."

Ah…

He thought this was all part of Li Mo’s undercover tactics.

What a natural-born actor this kid was!

"You flatter me…"

Li Mo’s expression smoothed into one of serene composure, giving no hint of his inner turmoil.

"Oh, about that letter—where is it?"

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    Chapter 622: Emergency on the Front Line
    Inside the Small World.
    Many days had passed since his last visit, and everything here was still the same.
    The two sat before a stone table in the Yin Yang Dojo, with Ying Bing explaining the Thousand Forms Art to Li Mo.
    "Don't you know how to draw Divine-Observation Diagrams? Why don't you organize the form and intent first?"
    "I'll try."
    Li Mo nodded, taking out paper and brush. Listening to Ice block grind the ink with her delicate hands, his mind gradually settled down.
    He suddenly recalled his past life, feeling that he had gained much, but he hadn't yet had the chance to fully make those gains his own.
    As he put pen to paper, the vivid scenes he had witnessed in both his lives leaped onto the page.
    There was Feng Zhi in her floral cotton jacket; Old Li secretly hiding in the shadows, watching him leave; his own figure farming in the fields, wielding a forging hammer in the blacksmith shop; Two Niu as a child, swinging a wooden stick... So many, so many that his paper was no longer enough.
    Later, he simply started drawing on the rocks and in the dirt of the Yin Yang Dojo.
    Eventually, he stopped drawing altogether. As the Lord of the World, he directly manifested them in the white clouds and the clear sky, making them tangible.
    He didn't know how much time had passed. He opened his eyes in a daze, seeing nothing but dense, intricate images, covering the entire mountainside and wilderness.
    "Ice block, do I have to condense all of these into one form using the Thousand Forms Art?"
    "..."
    The stunned Ying Bing finally came back to her senses. For the first time, there was a hint of hesitation in her voice:
    "I've never seen anyone with so many forms... Give it a try."
    "Can this even work..."
    Li Mo's scalp tingled.
    It was also the first time he had seen Ice block show an uncertain expression regarding cultivation.
    This was no different from a century-old Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor furrowing his brows while consulting ancient texts – anyone would feel a chill.
    But it also meant... he was walking a path no one had trod before, a path even Ice block didn't know where it led.
    Li Mo remembered a saying.
    There was originally no road in the world, but when many people walked it... Ice block telling him to try at least meant it wasn't a dead end.
    With a cheat, he might as well try.
    He just didn't know what kind of wondrous scene would emerge in his Inner Scenery when he reached it on this path.
    And so, in the days that followed, Little Li handled the affairs of Mo City while simultaneously using the Thousand Forms Art to condense his Inner Scenery.
    To be honest, as a Transmigrator, the idea of using superior knowledge to change the world was quite far-fetched.
    At least, he, being a half-baked one, couldn't do it. He only had ideas.
    Ideas and execution were two different things.
    This included, but was not limited to, making gunpowder. He had learned about it in school, but unfortunately, he had long since returned that knowledge to his teachers, barely remembering a formula.
    Fortunately, Mo City was no longer what it used to be, having accumulated decades of profound experience and the assistance of the Heavenly Clan.
    For many wild and imaginative ideas, Genius Little Li was only responsible for drafting them.
    Mo City's sphere of influence expanded again at an astonishing rate in a short period.
    This also led to the images in Li Mo's Small World not decreasing, but rather increasing... Heavenly Human City was thriving.
    However, Jiang Yu, who led troops on a distant expedition to the Otherworld, was not having an easy time.
    Initially, the battle situation was stable, but as the year of natural disasters drew near, the environment in the lands not belonging to Heavenly Human City became even harsher.
    The transportation of provisions and military supplies became increasingly difficult.
    The offensive and defensive balance between Heavenly Human City and the Otherworld was about to shift, returning to its original trajectory.
    What was more fatal was that...
    The allied forces composed of Earth City martial artists mostly tended to look out for themselves, only fighting when the tide was favorable.
    After the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, they began to feign compliance while preserving their strength.
    It was another summer.
    Inside the Wind-Catching Tower.
    "Brother Little Li, you're not really going to wait until Ancestor returns to hold the wedding, are you?"
    Dong Ge Yu was reading the battle reports from the front line.
    He was trying to dispel his worries about Dong Changtian by making a joke.
    "If the Otherworld isn't conquered, how can I start a family?" Li Mo coughed lightly.
    His parents hadn't even agreed to this yet.
    And the Heavenly Human Trial? Getting married? Were the big shots watching the Scroll of Mountains and Rivers even human?
    "That's secondary, isn't it? The main reason definitely isn't that. Are you afraid it's too rushed?"
    Dong Ge Yu asked with a grin again.
    "Alright, let's get back to business."
    Li Mo waved his hand, bringing the conversation back on track:
    "How is the front line now?"
    "I think our Emperor Jiang should give up and retreat."
    Qi Tiezhu compared the map with the battle reports from last month.
    The environment was harsh, and they were fighting away from their home territory.
    Meanwhile, the enemies were in their element, with endless reinforcements.
    As of today, the allied forces of Heaven and Earth Cities were already stretched thin, only able to garrison in place and hold their ground.
    There was no other way; if they didn't combine their forces, they would be defeated one by one, suffering heavy losses.
    Now, even the Heavenly Clan, who had been sweeping everything before them at the beginning of the war, had started to band together, because a certain powerful Heavenly Clan member, acting alone, had already perished.
    The Blood God had not appeared.
    But his subordinates suddenly gained a large number of powerful individuals.
    Now, it was the Otherworld side that was not in a hurry.
    Because of the difficulty in transporting military supplies, they could afford to drag it out, while Heavenly Human City could not.
    "That is to say, Jiang Yu now faces only two paths."
    Li Mo tapped his index finger on the table, assessing the predicament of the Heaven and Earth allied forces:
    "Firstly, to end this expedition with a strong start but a weak finish, returning without any achievements. That would be better."
    "If he loses his composure, it will be disastrous..."
    Just as he was speaking, a gentle breeze suddenly blew outside the hall, and the next second, a figure materialized.
    The person who arrived was Feng Zhi.
    She was covered in dust, her face weary, looking nothing like a naturally extraordinary Heavenly Human who commanded the wind.
    "You're finally back. What's the latest situation?"
    Dong Ge Yu put away his joking demeanor, bowed seriously, and asked.
    "Take your time."
    Li Mo poured her a glass of water.
    "Jiang Yu plans to penetrate deep alone, forcing the Otherworld side to fight him to the death."
    Feng Zhi finished speaking gravely, and everyone exchanged glances, their mood growing heavy.
    This wasn't knowing it was impossible but doing it anyway; this was a reckless gamble of going it alone!
    The stakes were too high.
    It involved a large number of elite martial artists from Earth City, a limited number of Heavenly Clan powerhouses, and the stability of Heavenly Human City... Not to mention internal strife, once they failed, what would Heavenly Human City use to cope when the next round of natural disasters arrived?
    "He still has the Divine Sword, so it's not entirely without a chance of winning..."
    "But once he loses, even the Divine Sword will be lost in the Otherworld."
    "What on earth is Jiang Yu thinking?"
    "Old Dong hasn't returned yet. Isn't he the cleverest? Why didn't he slip away?"
    Everyone was unable to understand.
    Jiang Yu's thoughts, of course, others couldn't guess.
    A thought popped into Li Mo's mind:
    "Did he also remember his past life?"
    Only then could Jiang Yu's actions be explained.
    Everything he did was not for Heavenly Human City, but to pass the test, so he was unwilling to retreat.
    If he retreated, the probability of Heavenly Human City being preserved would increase, but his evaluation for passing the trial would plummet.
    After a brief chat, Li Mo stood up and said:
    "Now that Jiang Yu has taken the initiative to attack, the chances of winning are probably... less than one percent."
    "Heavenly Human City will fall into chaos, and all our efforts over these years could be destroyed in an instant. It's time to make early preparations."
    "What do you plan to do?"
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