Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 733: He didnt use the power of imitating heaven and earth, did he

Observe carefully; this man is known as Little Li. Just a moment ago, he was compelled by circumstance to consume a medicinal wine spiked with a double dose of Twin Joy Powder.

To be perfectly honest, he had to admit that he had overestimated his own physical limits.

Being immune to a hundred poisons proved completely ineffective against this concoction. The instant the liquor hit his stomach, a scorching heat flared up beneath his dantian.

However, as many are aware, Young Master Li possessed significant expertise in managing excessive yang energy, even earning the moniker Li Huowang (Blazing Li).

"Young Master Li, how do you feel?"

Observing the surge of blood and energy flushing his face, Mo Chaozong questioned him with eyes narrowed.

"Excellent wine. It has actually left me feeling a bit lightheaded."

Li Mo exhaled a thick cloud of alcohol breath, his intoxicated state not being entirely simulated.

With a cupped-fist salute and a mumbled apology, he abandoned the table and walked away rapidly, as if being pursued by something.

A deep, enigmatic grin surfaced on Mo Chaozong's face.

"Which cult member brewed this? That person is a true talent. Even a constitution like Li Mo’s was unable to resist the drug's properties."

Yuwen Cuojin nodded in approval. Just as he prepared to elaborate, his posture stiffened abruptly, and a flicker of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

Situ Ding, squinting his eyes, remarked, "This substance would likely have a thirty percent impact even on a Dharma Body."

The moment he spoke, their attention instinctively shifted toward Mo Chaozong, and they all quietly distanced themselves from him by a step.

"Gate Master Mo, how are you... feeling at this moment?"

"This lord... bah. This lord’s cultivation is immense, and I am a practitioner of curse arts. What manner of spectacle have I not seen? This minor backlash is of no consequence."

Mo Chaozong snorted with contempt, appearing entirely unruffled.

"Naturally, I trust Gate Master Mo’s words. But if that is the case, why is your hand resting on my backside?"

Had it not been for the surrounding crowd and watchful eyes, Yuwen Cuojin might have struck Mo Chaozong dead on the spot.

"!?"

Mo Chaozong was stunned. How had his hand suddenly developed a mind of its own?

No, wait, it wasn't merely his hand...

What was even more unsettling was that he now perceived Yuwen Cuojin, this formidable demonic patriarch, as being quite charming in a mature sense. Even the savage beasts brought by the other sects now looked handsome and refined...

The members of the demonic cult swiftly moved even further away from him.

"Does this stuff truly affect those in the Sixth Realm?"

"Where is the brother who created this medicine? Quickly, get some for me as well... uh, did he happen to leave an antidote behind?"

"What is the plan now? Brothers of the Yin-Yang Hall, perhaps you could... sacrifice yourselves and transform into women to assist Gate Master Mo in detoxifying?"

The demonic cult’s table fell into a brief state of total disorder.

Fortunately, after numerous rounds of toasting, many guests were already heavily inebriated. For instance, the burly men from the Gangdou Sect were busy wrestling; Elder Xu of Hengyun Sword City was engaged in a duel with an elder from the Sword Manor; Shang Wu was drinking while playing mahjong, winning a fortune thanks to Shang Li’s luck, her boisterous shouts reaching three miles away.

The elders also seemed relaxed and vulnerable, drinking without restraint.

Consequently, no one truly noticed the cult's strange behavior.

Furthermore, there was a silver lining.

"Hmph... The Clear Abyss Sect is currently at its most defenseless. This mission might be far simpler than we previously envisioned."

"Do not be reckless. We must capture Li Mo first."

...

At a different table.

"Old Huang, the antidote, give it to me quickly."

Li Mo hurried over to Huang Donglai in a desperate rush, feeling more and more that something was terribly wrong.

"Li... Brother Li?"

Huang Donglai was startled by the sudden approach and immediately realized what Li Mo had consumed.

However, he hesitated, then spoke with gravity:

"Brother Li, you know me well. The things I brew... they do not have antidotes... You ought to have known that before you drank it."

"I did not anticipate the effects being this powerful."

"Eh?"

Huang Donglai frowned, scrutinizing Li Mo more intently.

"Brother Li, I understand the cause. Your yang energy is typically overflowing and has not been discharged. Now, it is like a flame hitting dry tinder. That double dose of Twin Joy Powder was merely the spark. Currently, there are only two solutions."

"The first is to find an opponent to fight. The second is... Huh?"

Before Huang Donglai could finish his sentence, he realized that Li Mo had already vanished from his sight.

The Autumn Water Pavilion had been fully redecorated; its once simple and refined aesthetic was gone, replaced by festive decorations in every corner.

"The ice block is waiting for me in the wedding chamber, concealed by her bridal veil."

Li Mo stood with his hands tucked behind his back, maintaining the expression of a virtuous gentleman.

This time, there was no need for him to sneak around; his presence was entirely authorized.

It was simply that the timing was unfortunate.

That cursed Summoning Demonic Cult—why did they have to arrive at this specific moment?

Little Li had completely forgotten how the engagement feast had evolved into a wedding ceremony. If the cult members knew his thoughts, they would surely berate him for being ungrateful to his benefactors.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open with practiced familiarity.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Ying Bing’s crimson wedding gown shimmered like gentle ripples on water. One could only wonder if the peerless face beneath that red veil was also flushed from the wine.

It most certainly was.

Because even though she remained motionless, her heartbeat was quite audible.

At this moment, she was completely ignoring the system notifications informing her that the ranking period had begun.

Li Mo sat down softly beside her. "Tonight is extremely perilous. We must be on guard. If the demonic cult strikes, we have to be ready to react instantly. But until then, we must pretend everything is normal..."

"Then come up here."

Ying Bing’s slender hand lightly patted the pillow next to her.

Li Mo: "!"

This specific gesture was familiar to him. It was exactly how, during their initial dual cultivation session, the ice block had patted the bed and told him to join her.

Back then, however, she had been as distant as a goddess, her eyes like cold jade, as if she were merely performing a chore, devoid of any human emotion.

At that time, having the ice block assist his cultivation was strictly for the sake of progress.

And now?

Li Mo did not lie down. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bedside. The fire in his dantian seemed to have migrated to his heart, sparking a feral urge to tear away the veil and look at her.

But...

If he looked upon the ice block’s face now, he didn't dare think about what would happen next.

"Why are you not lying down?"

"If I lie down..."

"The veil has not been lifted yet. Whatever treasure you are holding... I cannot see it."

Ying Bing’s soft voice murmured from beneath the red fabric.

"Truly, you can't see a thing?" Li Mo asked, feeling somewhat dazed.

He waved his hand in front of Ying Bing’s eyes to test her.

"Mmm..."

Through the veil, Ying Bing met his currently vacant stare and nodded anyway.

Thus, Li Mo, without changing his expression, rested his hand upon the pair of Hai silk stockings he had been unable to locate earlier. Fortunately, the ice block hadn't forced him to search for them, or he truly never would have found them.

After all, he couldn't exactly have checked under her skirt at the time.

Ying Bing: "?"

Honestly, while she might not be able to see, she wasn't a vegetable devoid of all feeling.

She wasn't some kind of fool...

"Childish ghost..." she whispered, her lashes trembling slightly.

"You cannot call me a childish ghost today," Li Mo replied, his voice low and heavy.

"Until the veil is raised, it is still permitted."

"?"

A perfectly good ice block, yet you insist on playing with fire? Are you not concerned that this time, having you assist my cultivation won't be purely for the sake of cultivation?