But precisely because of this scheme, she was able to spend a happy evening with Brother Lin Mo.
Although Bai Qingyu felt a bit of bitterness in her heart, she was also very happy.
"What? What the hell?"
Lin Mo looked at Bai Qingyu, utterly speechless, and asked, "Do you normally like reading romance novels?"
Hearing Lin Mo ask this so suddenly, Bai Qingyu was a bit at a loss.
"I read them occasionally. Cultivation methods can be too obscure and difficult to understand, so I read some storybooks to adjust my mood."
"Brother Lin Mo, do you like reading them too?"
Lin Mo said speechlessly, "I don't. I just wanted to say, reading too many of those romance novels will lower your IQ."
Looking at what Bai Qingyu had just said, Lin Mo wouldn't believe she hadn't read at least several dozen of them.
He couldn't help but reach out a finger and gently poke Bai Qingyu on the forehead.
"You really..."
"Ouch." Bai Qingyu reached up to cover her forehead, looking aggrieved, but her heart was incredibly sweet.
'It seems Brother Lin Mo really cares about me.'
"You are a Holy Maiden. You can't be this silly in the future, and you're not allowed to overthink things."
"The necklace and the precious robe I gave you today have absolutely nothing to do with Fang Ziyan. Did you hear me?"
Bai Qingyu stuck out her small tongue. "I know."
She looked so cute that one couldn't help but feel tender affection for her.
'I didn't expect Brother Lin Mo to have such a domineering side. I like him even more now.'
After Lin Mo escorted Bai Qingyu back to her room, he returned to his own room to rest.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for altering the original plot. Rewarding 1000 Destiny Points.]
[The host may use the System Shop to exchange for cultivation techniques, pills, spiritual artifacts, attributes, and more.]
A shop interface appeared in Lin Mo's mind. After browsing, he found it was practically all-encompassing—things he could think of and things he couldn't imagine were all there.
"According to the original plot, tomorrow is the banquet hosted by the South Mountain Sect Master, inviting various experts and the younger generation of disciples."
In the original plot, many people would attend, including some mysterious big shots. As a Holy Son, it went without saying that Lin Mo would be there.
Unfortunately, the one who stole the spotlight wasn't him, the Holy Son, but the protagonist, Chen Yu.
Chen Yu, relying on his understanding of ancient stele inscriptions, showed off greatly and even gained the appreciation of Yan Zhen, a heavyweight researcher of ancient inscriptions.
As a titan in ancient inscription research, Yan Zhen was one of the most senior living fossils on the continent. He had thousands of disciples and a massive reputation, but he rarely showed his face, so not many recognized him.
His appearance at the birthday banquet was purely coincidental. And this naturally became one of Chen Yu's fortuitous encounters.
"Sorry about this, Chen Yu."
"I'll gladly accept such a great opportunity."
"As long as I'm around, don't even think about taking off."
Lin Mo smiled. "System, exchange for Ancient Stele Inscription Mastery."
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring Ancient Stele Inscription Mastery.]
[Ancient Stele Inscription Mastery: Grants understanding of ancient inscription knowledge spanning five thousand years.]
Subsequently, a massive amount of knowledge related to ancient inscriptions flooded into Lin Mo's mind.
"This amount of information... is really massive."
It took quite a while before Lin Mo recovered his bearings. Feeling groggy, he was just thinking about washing up and going to sleep when suddenly, his communication token rang.
"Hello, Mom? What is it this late?"
"So you know it's late! Why did you just walk her back?!"
Lin Mo was speechless. "Mom, what are you saying? It's so late. If I don't walk her back, what else am I supposed to do?"
"You truly have a block of wood for a brain! If it were me, I would have just slept in the same room and made do for the night." Her tone was dripping with sheer contempt.
Lin Mo: "??"
"Cough cough, Mom, what are you thinking about? That's... inappropriate."
"Pah, what inappropriate? Let me tell you, you're not getting any younger. When I was your age, you were already learning how to walk!"
"With you and Qingyu making zero progress, my heart can't rest easy for even a single day."
"I heard people say that if a simp simps to the very end, they lose control of themselves. I'm afraid you'll go back to groveling for Fang Ziyan again."
"Mom is just terrified that if you simp to the end, you'll be left with absolutely nothing!"
Wang Yuexin spoke with deep, lamenting emotion, but Lin Mo nearly had a cerebral hemorrhage.
'Someone who hadn't read romance novels for twenty years could never say such a thing!'
In the original work, it was indeed exactly as Wang Yuexin said. Lin Mo simped to the end and was left with nothing, even squandering the entire foundation of the Holy Land.
But this was also just the brainless trash writing of the original novel. The author probably had ten years of brain damage to write such a plot.
Lin Mo naturally wouldn't follow it. What he wanted was to change the plot, complete his counterattack, and trample the male protagonist, Chen Yu, beneath his feet.
The next day.
Lin Mo woke up early and found his communication token ringing.
"Holy Son Lin, are you busy?" It was a call from Fang Ziyan's Mother, and she sounded extremely enthusiastic.
"Not busy, I just woke up," Lin Mo replied indifferently.
"If you have a matter to discuss, just say it directly."
Cold. Devoid of emotion.
Such a tone made Fang Ziyan's Mother's heart run freezing cold. Back when he was pursuing her daughter, it was Auntie this and Auntie that. Now, he didn't even use an honorific.
Truly a heartless Holy Son.
Fang Ziyan's Mother didn't dare lose her temper at Lin Mo. Maintaining her enthusiasm, she said: "Holy Son Lin, it's like this. Today is the birthday banquet of the South Mountain Sect Master. I wonder if Holy Son Lin will be attending?"
In the original book, Lin Mo remembered that Fang Ziyan's Mother's hadn't attended; instead, she had sent her daughter. But now, it seemed she had no choice but to take the field personally.