Xu Mu downed one glass of alcohol after another. Seeing Chai Xiongtao lock the private room’s door from the inside, he immediately guessed what the two of them were planning to do.
Xu Mu was furious. Wasn’t she supposed to be the type who liked to string people along, never letting anyone have their way?
Why didn’t she refuse?
The door was locked—didn’t she realize what he intended to do?
“Damn it!”
Xu Mu slammed his glass onto the bar counter and turned to head upstairs.
“Brother-in-law! Where are you going?”
Ye Yu, noticing Xu Mu ascending the stairs, quickly followed.
“Sir, access to the second floor is restricted to Black Card members. May I see your card?”
A security guard at the staircase smiled politely as he blocked the way.
“How do I get a Black Card?” Xu Mu asked coldly.
“You’ll need to spend at least 10,000 yuan at our bar,” the guard replied with a grin.
“Tonight, all the women’s tabs are on me!”
With that, Xu Mu shoved the guard aside and took the stairs two at a time.
“Sir!”
The guard immediately chased after him, but Xu Mu had already reached Feng Yue’s private room. With one punch, he shattered a hole through the door, then reached inside to unlock it.
When Xu Mu stepped inside, he saw Chai Xiongtao forcing a glass of alcohol into Feng Yue’s mouth.
Feng Yue froze the moment she spotted Xu Mu, her seductive eyes widening in shock.
Then, tears began to fall.
She had already come all the way to Yang City—why was he here?
Back in that underground parking lot, she had given him her innocence. She had resolved to become ruthless, willing to do whatever it took to achieve her goals.
She was confident in herself. If she lowered her guard, she could climb the ranks quickly.
Just like the name of this bar—Dark Moon—she had decided to embrace the shadows.
So why…?
Why was Xu Mu standing before her again?
Had he been searching for her all this time?
Impossible!
She knew men too well. Someone straightforward like Xu Mu was easy to read.
He hadn’t pursued her for marriage—only for her body. That was why she resented him.
But she had already given herself to him. What more did he want?
“Sir!”
The security guard finally caught up, grabbing Xu Mu’s arm. “Sister Yue, my apologies—”
“Leave. This doesn’t concern you.”
Feng Yue wiped her tears with her sleeve before forcing a faint smile.
“Understood.”
The guard nodded and retreated.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu was held back by another guard downstairs. The deafening music drowned out her shouts, leaving Xu Mu unaware of her calls.
“You… Xu Mu?”
Chai Xiongtao frowned at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before him.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Xu Mu strode further into the room.
“Young Master Xu, destroying my property is grounds for calling the police,” Feng Yue said with a smirk.
Slap!
Xu Mu struck her across the face.
Feng Yue clutched her cheek, stunned.
Beside her, Chai Xiongtao was equally bewildered. What grudge did these two have?
“Feng Yue, you’ve got some nerve! You infected me with something! How the hell are you going to make up for that?” Xu Mu growled.
Chai Xiongtao immediately recoiled, pouring alcohol over his hands in a panic to disinfect them.
So she’s a walking biohazard? No wonder she’s so loose. If not for Xu Mu, I might’ve been next.
He almost felt like treating Xu Mu to dinner as thanks for taking the bullet.
“Young Master Xu, it seems you two have unfinished business. I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Chai Xiongtao turned to go, muttering under his breath, “What terrible luck.”
Feng Yue remained unshaken. She sat back down and asked coolly, “Young Master Xu, what exactly did I infect you with?”
“You gave me a cold.”
Xu Mu shut the door and took a seat opposite her.
“That’s not funny. Do you realize your words could ruin my reputation?”
Her smile faded as she glared at him sternly.
“I don’t like seeing you with other men.” Xu Mu’s expression remained calm.
[Affection +20]
Feng Yue scoffed. “So, you’ve been stalking me lately? But don’t you think you’re overstepping? What are you to me?”
Xu Mu locked eyes with her. “I can be your support.”
Her pupils contracted before she quickly averted her gaze.
“Once someone starts falling, there’s no bottom. Their morals keep sinking. Feng Yue, I don’t want to see you like that.”
“Your way of speaking has changed a lot recently.”
Feng Yue’s eyes reddened. “Xu Mu! You and I aren’t the same. You’ve lived carefree, but I have my own battles to fight.”
“I envy you. But I’m just a bastard child. My mother was a hotel receptionist when Feng Kang took a liking to her—he forced himself on her!”
Tears streamed down her face as she choked back sobs. “And do you know what the Feng Family called her? A whore! My mother died of depression at forty. What did she ever do to deserve that?”
The memories flashed vividly in her mind—her mother fleeing with her to a distant town.
Yet even then, the Feng Family never let them be, sending people to harass them at every turn.
From childhood, Feng Yue had lived in fear.
She never truly wanted to be part of the Feng Family. After her mother’s death, her heart was set on revenge.
Through sheer grit, she built several businesses in just a few years.
Feng Kang, recognizing her talent, sought her out and sent her to Jiang City to dismantle the Xu Family.
If she succeeded, he promised to accept her and let her take over the Feng Family’s enterprises.
She pretended to be eager for his approval, agreeing readily.
She wanted control. She wanted to take back everything that was rightfully hers.
But after the Xu Family’s downfall, when she returned to the Feng Family, she realized she would always be an outsider.
Feng Yue was nearing thirty. Her youth wouldn’t last much longer.
With the failure of the weight-loss drug venture, her plans had crumbled.
If she didn’t act soon, it would be too late.
After Xu Mu saved her, she had resolved to give him her first time—a way to repay him.
Then, while she was still young, she would claw her way up and bring down the Feng Family.
Who would’ve thought that just as she was making progress with Chai Xiongtao, Xu Mu would barge in and ruin everything?
“Work for me. I’ll help you take down the Feng Family.”
Xu Mu rose to his feet, extending a hand to Feng Yue as she wept.
“Young Master Xu, you don’t understand. You’ve lived in a greenhouse your whole life. You have no idea how cruel the world can be.”
Feng Yue shook her head weakly. “Feng Kang’s first wife is dead, so why does he favor his eldest son so much? Because she was from a hidden clan!”
“A hidden clan?”
Xu Mu’s eyes narrowed. The Feng Family was more complicated than he thought.
“Exactly. You might not even know what a hidden clan is. They have legendary ancient martial artists—kings lurking in the shadows of this world.”
Feng Yue met his gaze. “If you provoke them, just one of their members could wipe out your entire Xu Family—”
Xu Mu slid one hand into his pocket and swept the other through the air.
Zing!
A translucent sword, fluid as water, erupted from his palm.
Boom!
The wooden table before him shattered instantly into pieces—not only that, but even the floor in front of Feng Yue exploded open, leaving a gaping hole the size of a basketball.
"What do you think of the Xu Family?"
Xu Mu gazed calmly at Feng Yue.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
