Free Web Novel"Ice Cube, that imperial edict is missing. Did you see it in the room?"
When Li Mo brought breakfast to the courtyard, Ying Bing was seriously examining the pants she had just washed nearby.
As soon as she heard his voice, her ear tips inexplicably turned the color of pink snow.
She lowered her eyes and shook her head: "I haven't seen it."
"That's strange. Where did it go?"
Li Mo looked at her intently, suspecting that the bad Ice Cube had hidden it, but he had no evidence.
"What's the big deal? You can just write another one yourself, however you want," Shang Qinqing said casually.
Qin Yuzhi also waved her hand, taking it for granted: "Jingtai is too careless; he didn't even write the date. Don't worry, I'm good with auspicious dates and times. As for the Imperial Seal, just carve one out of a radish."
"Can that really work...?"
Li Mo casually pulled out a snow spirit ginseng and a sickle.
"What's the big deal? The decree has already been issued; this is just completing a formality."
Shang Qinqing didn't care about what was called forging an imperial edict.
To see the bridal chamber's candlelight turn into a river of blood, even causing some deaths, she was like that demonic sect member.
As a Demonic Sect Old Ancestor, Qin Yuzhi also thought it was fine: "Come, come, let me help you write it. You prepare the Imperial Seal, and I've already prepared the imperial yellow fabric."
She acted immediately, pulling out a piece of yellow satin fabric from who knows where and taking up a brush to write.
"That's true too."
Xiao Li, the demonic sect member, felt like something was off.
By the time he reacted, the carved snow spirit ginseng had already been stamped onto the 'imperial edict'.
"Hmm?" Shang Qinqing blinked: "Is this stamp correct, Yuzhi?"
"Perfectly correct, even more so than Jingtai's," Qin Yuzhi nodded in approval.
Ying Bing looked up, her beautiful face momentarily stunned: "'Received Mandate from Heaven, Eternal Longevity...'"
Li Mo: "??"
His mind had been having a lot of its own thoughts lately.
He'd felt something was off for a while, and now it was even more so.
"How could I write this? This clearly isn't my idea. What's happening to me?"
Li Mo leaned back slightly. Is this right?
The yellow robe was one thing, but now an Imperial Seal had appeared. Can this be right?
"It is a bit off. I see you ascended the throne in Tianhuang Domain too naturally. No wonder you always say you convince people with virtue..."
Shang Qinqing looked thoughtful, making a checkmark gesture with her hand to support her chin, and said seriously: "Virtue truly is smooth."
Li Mo: "..."
Qin Yuzhi thought for a moment and said solemnly: "Oh, I just remembered something. There was an emperor of Great Shang who, because he didn't have a harem of three palaces and six courtyards, with many concubines, was jointly advised to death by his ministers..."
"??"
Li Mo's scalp tingled. It's one thing if you can't be relied upon, and another if you're treasonous.
Is this kind of question something that can be asked?
Grumble grumble—
Hearing the sound, Li Mo turned his head.
Her clear, bright eyes, like autumn water, stared at him intently. Her delicate hand emerged from her sleeve, picked up the vinegar dish on the table, and poured it into the tofu pudding.
The tofu pudding was dyed a horrifying black. At this moment, the heavens collapsed for both the sweet and savory factions.
"Ice Cube, can this still be eaten?" Xiao Li's scalp tingled.
Ying Bing quietly said: "I'm very good at eating vinegar."
Seeing her crimson lips part, actually intending to take a sip, Li Mo, quick as a flash, brought his own spoon to her mouth.
Ice Cube could melt into water, but what if she melted into vinegar?
"By the way, Ice Cube, did you figure out the problem with me?"
Li Mo had some guesses, but wasn't entirely sure.
"It's because of the Great Shang Dynasty's Luck."
Ying Bing ate the sweet tofu pudding, and her furrowed brows relaxed:
"Luck was originally contained by an entire Dynasty, from the emperor to the nobility, then to the high-ranking officials, and even to officials of all levels, allowing them to receive various blessings to different degrees, and even acting upon heaven and earth to ensure favorable weather everywhere. The price, however, was that they could not achieve immortality, and their seven emotions and six desires would be affected to varying degrees."
"In simple terms, national Luck is a key that opens many Dao, held jointly by the emperor and many kings and generals."
"Now, although this key on you is incomplete, it is entirely controlled by you alone."
Xiao Li's spoon, filled with sweet tofu pudding, was remarkably effective, prying open Ice Cube's crimson lips.
"To hold many Dao by oneself, wouldn't that be..."
Li Mo thought of a certain existence.
Nine Heavens Immortal.
The Cloud Dream Ancestral God, revived within Qin Yuzhi's body and trapped in the underground palace... The Blood God, a living dead person who infiltrated Tianhuang Domain and struggled between life and death... It was evident that wielding multiple Dao usually did not end well.
Every action would echo with the Dao, and imperceptibly, one's thoughts would also be subtly influenced.
Over time, one would no longer know if they controlled the Dao, or if they had become a vessel for carrying the Dao, a living slave to this power?
Thinking of this, Li Mo lost his appetite for breakfast. He ate ice, practiced cultivation, and every day was like New Year's.
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Seeing his face fall, Ying Bing then continued: "It's not as exaggerated as you think. Most of the Luck is now in Great Yu; this Great Shang Luck is already very weak."
"Your inner world is inherently special, so you haven't been affected much, not as much as others around you."
"No wonder Clan Leader Shang and Huanshen Sect Leader Qin have been so rebellious lately."
Li Mo nodded, his tone heavy: "This power and authority are truly dangerous."
Ying Bing looked at them helplessly: "No, that's not it. They are like this by nature."
The higher the Realm, the less the influence.
The Seventh Realm would not be affected at all. Moreover, Qin Yuzhi was once a Half-Step Heavenly Immortal, and Shang Qinqing was once dependent on the dashang national luck.
Li Mo: "..."
Speaking of this, he also generally knew how to solve it.
The answer lay within his inner world, which was also why he was hardly affected by national Luck, only occasionally having his mouth have its own ideas.
He lowered his head, looking at the sickle that no longer had the sword-rhyme of an emperor or general.
Not only the Dynasty Luck, but his crimson 'All Mortal' scene could suppress all divine wonders.
He just needed to strengthen his inner world.
"Ice Cube, let's go."
"Where first?"
"Dan Ding Peak, I haven't done Alchemy in a long time. I won't even be Emperor Qin Shihuang, so can't I withstand this small test of national Luck?"
Li Mo was full of ambition, and he downed the tofu pudding in one gulp.
But who made his be finished by Ice Cube?
He shivered in the middle of summer, his unyielding spirit trembling from being soaked in vinegar.
Ying Bing got up with him, blinking: "You drank my vinegar."
Li Mo feigned composure: "It's not sour."
"Wow, our Xiao Li is really amazing, his tolerance for vinegar is so good."
Ying Bing looked at his ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ twitching lips, her eyes a little helpless. While gently coaxing the childish ghost, she extended her delicate hand for him to hold.
