The woman was dressed in black sportswear and wore a baseball cap, her curly golden hair tied into a ponytail.
She had wide hips and a voluptuous, alluring figure. With her current outfit, she looked like someone out for a late-night jog.
Using his perception, Xu Mu shifted his gaze beneath the brim of her cap and saw her face.
She was a Westerner. Xu Mu was somewhat face-blind when it came to Westerners, but he still recognized her at once.
Amelia—the woman from the Evil God’s harem whom he had rescued before Wu Tian could get to her.
He remembered that she was a member of the Church, and a cardinal at that.
Xu Mu kept his perception focused on her, wanting to see what she was up to.
Amelia raised her head and stared upward, checking the surroundings for surveillance cameras.
After a moment of hesitation, Xu Mu activated the formation. To save time, he decided that directly interrogating her would be better.
Amelia cautiously made her way toward the front courtyard of the villa. But after taking only a few steps, she noticed flashes of light all around her.
Her expression suddenly changed.
“A formation!”
She immediately turned around and prepared to escape, only to discover that she had already been transported into a church.
There was no way out.
Xu Mu told Ye Tong to rest while he came over to Amelia’s side.
He did not disturb her. Instead, he wanted to see what a member of the Church dreamed of deep within her heart.
Inside the church, Amelia looked around and found that she was completely alone.
At last, she saw the cross high above the church.
Amelia walked over to it, knelt reverently before it, and began to pray.
Suddenly, holy light appeared on the cross before her.
She quickly raised her head, her blue eyes widening.
The light slowly coalesced into the shape of a person—a blond, middle-aged man with a full beard.
The middle-aged man also had blue eyes, but the pupils within them were not round. They were golden crosses.
Xu Mu was somewhat surprised when he saw this. He had not expected Amelia to imagine a member of the Holy Light race. That meant she had most likely seen one before.
“Amelia, take off your clothes. I’m going to baptize you.”
The illusory middle-aged man looked down at her and spoke.
Amelia’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She devoutly closed her eyes.
“Lord Emissary, I am the Lord’s most loyal believer.”
“Then why aren’t you doing as I say? Since you refuse, I’ll do it for you!”
The middle-aged man suddenly revealed a lecherous grin and forcibly grabbed Amelia.
“No! No!”
Amelia struggled desperately.
If Xu Mu had been watching from outside her dream, he would have seen Amelia writhing on the ground and tearing off her own sportswear.
But after stepping into her dream, he saw an illusory middle-aged man instead.
Amelia struggled continuously. In the end, she tore off her sportswear, along with her undergarments.
That terrifying beast leaped out with them.
Xu Mu had rescued her before and had already seen that terrifying thing. To put it bluntly, it was indeed quite impressive.
At that moment, she was clutching the beast she had raised while struggling on the ground.
“No! Lord Emissary!”
“I’m not the Lord Emissary. Have you mistaken me for someone else?”
Xu Mu had now arrived in front of the woman.
Another person’s voice suddenly rang out, causing Amelia’s body to jolt. Her vision also became clearer.
The emissary who had been assaulting her vanished, and the person standing before her was none other than Xu Mu.
“I… I think… This is a formation!”
Amelia finally came to her senses. She quickly stood up and retreated.
The beast she had released bounded after her.
Only then did she realize her condition. She lowered her head and looked down, her face and upper body turning bright red.
She hurriedly took a black robe from her spatial ring and slipped it on for the moment.
“Xu Mu! You’re shameless!”
Amelia pointed at Xu Mu and shouted.
“Damn it, that’s unreasonable. You trespassed into my house, triggered the formation here, and had the deepest thoughts in your heart transformed into a dream and projected before your eyes. And now you’re calling me shameless?”
Xu Mu looked at Amelia.
“I think you’re the shameless one.”
“You…”
“This formation only projects what a person is thinking deep down into reality. So either you’re shameless and spend all day thinking about this sort of thing, or your faith has wavered, and you believe that the one you worship is exactly this kind of shameless bastard.”
Xu Mu paused, then smiled.
“So tell me—which is it? The former or the latter?”
“Neither! You’re talking nonsense!”
Amelia angrily denied it, though her expression was flustered.
“It’s a true reflection of what’s in your heart. Whether you admit it or not, there’s nothing I can do about that.”
Xu Mu shrugged.
“Now tell me. Why did you sneak into my house? Were you planning to kill me?”
“I…”
Amelia looked around before continuing.
“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?”
“That depends on your answer.”
Xu Mu’s expression remained calm.
“The Church issued an order saying that your wife, Ye Tong, had been tainted by corruption and needed to be purified.”
Amelia hesitated before continuing.
“I accepted the mission immediately because you once saved me.”
When Xu Mu heard this, he remembered Hathaway, whom he had encountered previously.
She was a member of the Holy Light race, so her status was certainly far above Amelia’s.
During their confrontation, he had drawn a little pig on top of her lightning strike. He had even made full use of the terrain, using fire dates as the pig’s snout to create a three-dimensional effect.
He had also spat on it, wiped the saliva clean with his hand, and drawn two little circles.
Hathaway must have hated him to the bone by now.
“Did your superiors tell you the name Ye Tong, or did you investigate it yourself?”
Xu Mu asked with a frown.
“My superiors told me. Ye Tong’s name was mentioned directly.”
Amelia explained.
Hearing this, Xu Mu gave a cold smile. He did not need to think about it to know that Ye Chen was behind this.
He must have been the one who told Hathaway.
“So in the end, you still snuck into my house intending to take my wife away?”
Xu Mu folded his arms and asked indifferently.
“No. As a cardinal, I only wanted to come by at night and check whether she truly had been tainted by corruption.”
Amelia spoke solemnly.
Xu Mu let out a cold laugh.
“How were you planning to determine that?”
“I… I can’t determine it. Only the pope of the Church and several heads of the College of Cardinals can make that judgment.”
Amelia lowered her head as she explained.
“And how do they make that judgment? Based on a single statement, right?”
Xu Mu’s voice turned cold.
“If you dare offend me, or if I simply take a dislike to you, then you can be declared tainted by corruption.”
“Impossible! Our Church would never do such a thing!”
“Wouldn’t it? Then let me tell you the truth. I once encountered a woman from the Holy Light race in an inner world. I fought her, and she lost.”
Xu Mu stared at Amelia.
“Unable to let go of her grudge, she began using this underhanded method to target my family.”
Amelia clenched her fists and fell silent.
“You should have known this for a long time, right? The god you worship is what our Dragon Kingdom calls an alien race.”
Xu Mu continued.

s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”