The Female Emperor, Remade: A Midnight Visit to Ying Bing's Room
"She possesses unparalleled beauty and an ethereal, otherworldly grace; she is universally acknowledged as a fairy in the martial arts world."
"She holds a prestigious position and is decisive in her actions; she alone can make countless forces Nine Heavens and Ten Earths tremble."
"She is incredibly powerful; her sword's light chills nineteen provinces."
"Her name is Leng Qingqiu, an empress, also known as the Cold Witch in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, because of her power, she is a taboo existence throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
In just a few words, Li Mo vividly portrays the image of a cold and aloof empress with extraordinary power.
Shang Wu thought for a moment, then asked suspiciously:
"Is there such a person? I've never heard of him before."
Ying Bing also looked at Li Mo, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Li Mo coughed lightly and said:
"It's said to be a forbidden existence, and it's from a very ancient time, so it's normal that you don't know about it."
"The Great Shang was once prosperous, and many influential figures have since disappeared without a trace."
Shang Wu pursed her lips and took a sip of wine.
"Alright."
Li Mo continued:
"However, the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind, let alone an empress who is not affiliated with any power and is not controlled by anyone. Naturally, she is seen as a thorn in the side by countless people."
"To deal with her, the righteous and demonic factions joined forces, forcing her into a desperate situation."
"That day, the sun and moon lost their light, the heavens and earth were turned upside down, gods and Buddhas wept, and Night Ghost."
"Her palace was awash in blood, with mountains of corpses piled up, and countless powerful experts perished, shaking the world."
"Although Leng Qingqiu was powerful, she was also nearing the end of her life and was forced to the brink of despair."
Shang Wu's almond-shaped eyes sparkled, clearly immersed in the story.
The thoughtful look on Ying Bing's face grew increasingly intense.
She felt a sense of familiarity.
The empress in Li Mo's story, though different in name and with vastly different experiences, is the same person as her.
But in certain situations, she can find resonance with them.
In her previous life, she was also rejected by the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even though she did nothing wrong, she was focused on her martial arts and never had any intention of stirring up trouble.
But she didn't enter the martial arts world; yet the martial arts world came to her.
A powerful and uncontrollable entity is enough to be seen as a thorn in one's side.
Only.
Her fate differed from that of the empress Li Mo spoke of.
With nowhere to go, she left only the words, "Even if I die, my heart for martial arts will not waver," and jumped into the abyss.
"Huh? And then what happened?"
Shang Wu asked repeatedly.
The protagonist dies at the very beginning?
Is this the end?
Li Mo chuckled softly:
"Master, don't worry. Think about it. If this secret could be passed down, how could the protagonist really have died? To be honest, this secret was left behind by Leng Qingqiu herself."
"As she lay dying, she activated a strange creature called the 'Spring Autumn Cicada'."
"So!"
"Not only did she not die, she also returned to her youthful days!"
Little Li's storytelling focuses on creating an immersive and engaging experience.
These words carried immense weight and authority.
Shang Wu: "!"
Snap--
This is the second time today.
Lost in thought, Ying Bing dropped the chopsticks in her hand.
Shang Wu curled her lip:
"Little Bing, don't you think this is too horrifying? There's no such thing as bringing someone back to life."
"And... it's not just a matter of being brought back from the dead, time has been reversed too!"
The most insurmountable thing in this world is life and death.
Nothing in this world is more ruthless than time.
Countless remarkable figures and unparalleled powerhouses have ultimately succumbed to the passage of time, unable to transcend the shackles of life and death.
"Transcending life and death, reversing time... how is that possible?"
As Shang Wu spoke, her tone became inexplicably wistful.
"Perhaps... there is."
Shang Wu couldn't help but turn around.
Where does Little Bing's sense of identification come from?
Seeing that Ying Bing was receptive to the story, Li Mo felt gratified.
Then she looked at Shang Wu with a displeased expression:
"Master, if you interrupt again, I'm not going to say anything more."
"Alright, you're the storyteller, so you're the boss."
Shang Wu poured him another glass of wine, indicating that she would listen to the story without arguing.
After all, these are just legends and tales; who knows how much of them are true or false?
As long as it's fun, that's fine.
Li Mo drank another glass of wine before continuing to speak.
As he narrated, the image of a proud and aloof woman who was single-mindedly pursuing the path of martial arts was also sketched out.
In this life, she used the resources she had accumulated in her previous life to rise rapidly.
Yet, this same Leng Qingqiu, in an unexpected turn of events after her rebirth, meets a man who has never practiced martial arts.
Afterward, she began to act like an ordinary person, getting to know the man and eventually falling in love with him.
Thus, the empress came to have an ordinary husband.
Many interesting things happened in between.
It's both bizarre and logical, and it's filled with a pure, natural, and unpolluted sweetness.
Moreover, after finding love, her martial arts skills improved even further.
Li Mo spoke as he drank the Immortal Drunk, becoming increasingly engrossed in the conversation.
The plot unfolds with numerous twists and turns, full of ups and downs, as he narrates it.
Shang Wu was completely captivated by the performance.
This story is like a game-changer compared to those folk tales and stories told by storytellers.
Although I know that many parts are unreasonable.
But why is it so addictive?
"In the very end, Leng Qingqiu led her family into seclusion in the martial world..."
"No rainbow without wind and rain."
"Hiccup~ Although her life has been full of ups and downs, she has experienced setbacks and even life-or-death situations."
"But she was never defeated, and in the end, she achieved success in both martial arts and love."
Li Mo also offered his own comments.
What Little Li means is...
You see, even life and death can be transcended, so even the most tumultuous life will eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Young lady, your life has just begun, why worry about temporary gains and losses?
It has been elevated.
When we tell stories, the main message is positive.
That's it.
The Shang Wu was still going strong.
She wanted to encourage Li Mo to tell another story, but she found that Li Mo was already slumped over the table, emitting soft snoring.
Little Li drank about a third of this bottle of "Immortal Drunk".
After telling the story, he peacefully passed out drunk.
"Tsk tsk, you still need to practice your drinking skills with me."
Left with no other option, Shang Wu carried him back to the side room, then finished her last bit of wine and went back to her room to sleep.
"Martial arts and love... a double win?"
Ying Bing lay on the bed, the scent of someone wafting to her nose, the echoes of that person's storytelling still resonating in her mind.
I don't know why.
As night deepened and she was temporarily unable to practice her skills, her mind became chaotic.
What Li Mo said... was it fabricated or based on fact?
Etc.
Ying Bing suddenly remembered that she still had system punishments to complete.
We can... share a bed.
Ying Bing's eyebrows furrowed.
Does she have to... sneak into Li Mo's bed in the middle of the night?
This... this...
It wasn't a big deal.
But after hearing that story, just imagining the scene made the strange emotions in her heart grow stronger and stronger...
Snap--
Suddenly.
The door was pushed open.
A figure swayed and collapsed onto the bed.
Ying Bing quickly dodged, her delicate hand already touching the Heavenly Frost Sword.
But then a strong smell of alcohol hit my nose, followed by the sound of snoring.
"Hmm... hehe..."
The boy on the bed twitched twice, seemingly having a sweet dream, still smiling foolishly in his sleep.
It's Li Mo.
Ying Bing stood quietly by the window; in the darkness, her expression was obscured.
[Ding-dong, the first day is almost over.]
[Please complete the punishment as soon as possible, otherwise the system will unbind you.]
[Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...]
After all.
A soft sigh echoed from inside the room.