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

Take a good look—this man is Little Li. Just a short while ago, he found himself forced by circumstances to consume a medicinal wine spiked with a double portion of Twin Joy Powder.

To be perfectly honest, he had to admit he had overestimated the strength of his own physique.

Being immune to a hundred toxins proved completely useless against this particular concoction. The second the liquor hit his stomach, a scorching heat erupted beneath his dantian.

However, as is common knowledge, Young Master Li possessed significant experience in managing an overflow of yang energy, even earning the reputation of Li Huowang (Blazing Li).

"Young Master Li, how are you feeling?"

Noticing the surge of blood and Qi flushing his face, Mo Chaozong inquired with eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

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

Li Mo exhaled a heavy cloud of alcohol breath, his staggered state not entirely an act.

With a cupped fist salute and a mumbled apology, he abandoned the table and retreated swiftly, as if he were being pursued by a ghost.

"Heh... hehehe, it appears the potency is quite remarkable."

A deep, unreadable smirk manifested on Mo Chaozong's face.

"Which cult disciple brewed this? This individual is a true genius. Even a constitution like Li Mo’s was unable to withstand the drug's properties."

Yuwen Cuojin nodded his head in approval. Just as he prepared to elaborate, his expression suddenly froze, and a flicker of murderous intent flashed within his eyes.

Situ Ding, squinting his eyes, remarked, "This substance could likely exert a thirty percent effect even upon a Dharma Body."

As the words left his mouth, their eyes instinctively drifted toward Mo Chaozong, and they all quietly distanced themselves from him by a step.

"Gate Master Mo, how... how are you feeling currently?"

"This lord... pah. This lord’s cultivation is immense, and I am a practitioner of curse arts. What manner of chaos have I not seen? This minor backlash is of no great concern."

Mo Chaozong snorted in mockery, appearing entirely unbothered.

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

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

"!?"

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

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

What was even more bizarre was that he now perceived Yuwen Cuojin, this formidable demonic patriarch, as rather alluring in a mature fashion. Even the savage beasts led by the other Sects appeared handsome and refined...

The members of the demonic cult quickly scrambled further away from him.

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

"Where is the brother who formulated this medicine? Hurry and get some for me too... wait, did he not provide an antidote?"

"What is the plan now? Brothers of the Yin-Yang Hall, why don't you... make a sacrifice and transform into women to help Gate Master Mo purge the toxins?"

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

Fortunately, after several rounds of toasting, many guests were already heavily inebriated. For instance, the muscular titans of the Gangdou Sect were busy wrestling; Elder Xu from Hengyun Sword City was locked in a duel with an elder from the Sword Manor; Shang Wu was drinking while gambling at mahjong, relying on Shang Li’s fortune to win a massive pot, her boisterous shouts echoing for miles.

The various Elders also seemed relaxed and vulnerable, drinking without restraint.

Consequently, nobody truly paid attention to their strange behavior.

Furthermore, there was a glimmer of good news.

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

"Do not be reckless. We must secure 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 increasingly certain that something was terribly wrong.

"Li... Brother Li?"

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

But he hesitated, then spoke with a grave tone:

"Brother Li, you know me well. The things I create... they do not have antidotes... You should have realized that before you drank it."

"I did not expect the potency to be this overwhelming."

"Eh?"

Huang Donglai knit his brows, inspecting Li Mo with more care.

"Brother Li, I understand the cause. Your yang energy is typically incredibly dense and has remained unspent. Now, it is like a spark falling onto dry tinder. That double dose of Twin Joy Powder served as the catalyst. Currently, there are only two paths forward."

"The first is to engage someone in combat. The second is... Huh?"

Before Huang Donglai could finish his explanation, he suddenly noticed that Li Mo had vanished from his sight.

...

The Autumn Water Pavilion had been fully transformed; its once simple and refined aesthetic was gone, replaced everywhere by the vibrant colors of celebration.

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

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

And this time, there was no need for stealth; his presence was entirely authorized.

It was simply that the timing was unfortunate.

That cursed Summoning Demonic Cult—why did they have to show up at this exact moment?

Little Li had entirely forgotten how the initial engagement feast had spiraled into a full wedding ceremony. If the cultists could hear his inner thoughts, they would surely curse him for being ungrateful.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open with practiced familiarity.

Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Ying Bing’s crimson wedding gown shimmered with a gentle, flowing radiance. One couldn't help but wonder if the peerless face beneath that red veil was also flushed with the warmth of wine.

It truly was.

Because even though she remained motionless, her heart was beating quite loudly.

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

Li Mo sat down silently at her side. "Tonight is extremely precarious. We must be ready. If the demonic cult makes their move, we need to react instantly. But until then, we have to act as though everything is normal..."

"Then come up here."

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

Li Mo: "!"

This action was actually quite familiar to him. It was exactly how, during their very first session of dual cultivation, the ice block had patted the bed and told him to join her.

However, back then, she was as distant as a goddess, her eyes like cold jade, as if she were merely completing a chore, devoid of any human emotion.

In those days, having the ice block assist his Cultivation was strictly for the sake of Cultivation.

And now?

Li Mo did not lie down. Instead, he sat hunched over at the edge of the bed. The blaze in his dantian seemed to have quietly jumped into his chest, stoking a frantic desire to lift the veil and gaze upon her.

But...

If he looked at the ice block’s face right now, he didn't dare contemplate the consequences.

"Why aren't you lying down?"

"If I lie down..."

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

Ying Bing’s soft voice drifted out 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 obscured eyes.

"Mmm..."

Through the veil, Ying Bing met his currently vacant stare and gave a slow nod.

Thus, without changing his expression, Li Mo 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 else he truly would never have found them.

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

Ying Bing: "?"

Please, she might not be able to see, but she wasn't a vegetable lacking all sensation.

She wasn't some sort of fool...

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

"You can't call me a childish ghost today," Li Mo replied, his voice low and muffled.

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

"?"

A perfectly good ice block, why must you play with fire? Are you not concerned that this time, having you assist my Cultivation won't be strictly for the sake of Cultivation?