To confirm his suspicion, Xu Mu quietly moved a few steps to the side.
The other man’s finger was still pointed at him. Only then did Xu Mu realize that he was the one being addressed.
“Senior, me?”
Xu Mu still couldn’t believe it and pointed at himself.
“You!”
As Xu Shou spoke, black flames kept pouring from his mouth. Xu Mu was unfamiliar with this voice.
“Why me?”
“Because you’re descendants of Yan and Huang, just like us. Those races look down on us from the bottom of their hearts, so I’m making their geniuses kiss the race they hate most.”
At this point, Xu Shou pointed toward Hathaway as well. “You too. Remember, it can’t be through your clothes.”
Wu Tian, who was standing some distance away, couldn’t help thinking, I’m a descendant of Yan and Huang too!
Xu Mu didn’t even know whether he should thank Xu Shou. This assist was so perfectly timed that he was beginning to suspect the man had some connection to him.
“Shameless! A true warrior would rather die than be humiliated. Even if I die, I will never suffer such disgrace!”
Hathaway let out a cold snort.
Youhuo and Tian Bufan instinctively covered their backsides. Surely they weren’t going to be humiliated like this too?
“I’ll give you ten seconds,” Xu Shou said indifferently. “Little Que, kill them all when the ten seconds are up.”
“Yes.”
Zhang Que tossed the cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground.
“Lend me your ear, Hathaway. As long as we live, there will always be a chance to come back. Just agree,” Leng Xing reminded her from the side.
Beckett also murmured, “Hathaway, you can only take revenge if you stay alive.”
A smile returned to Zilan Yin’s face. She walked up to Xu Mu and said calmly, “Humiliation? I don’t think it counts as humiliation. Xu Mu is so powerful—how could this be humiliating?”
As she spoke, she bent down and pecked Xu Mu on the cheek.
“Come on.”
After saying that, she crouched down and lifted the hem of her skirt.
“Shameless woman! You’re a disgrace to your race!”
Fu Jinyu was still defending herself at that moment. She shouted toward them, but she couldn’t get out.
Seeing this, Xu Shou shook his head slightly. A woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goal was not suitable to become his daughter-in-law.
But Xu Mu didn’t reach out. He said softly, “I understand what you mean, Senior. You just want to kill them, so I won’t do it.”
“No, you’ve misunderstood. I’m making sure she lives. A genius like her will be haunted for the rest of her life by the humiliation of being disgraced by a descendant of Yan and Huang in order to survive.”
Xu Shou spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, Zilan Yin immediately grabbed Xu Mu’s hand.
She didn’t want to die here. As the Ninth Princess, she had never been favored since childhood.
Through several times the effort of ordinary people, she had managed to rank among the top three of the many children in her family.
Zilan Yin then looked at Xu Shou. “Now can I leave?”
“Did you find any treasures?” Xu Shou asked Xu Mu with a smile.
“Uh… I suppose so.”
Xu Mu felt a little awkward. It was embarrassing to do this in front of so many people.
He had been completely controlled by Zilan Yin just now and hadn’t felt anything at all.
“Fine. You can leave,” Xu Shou said.
He then looked at Zhang Que. “Little Que, kill everyone who remains.”
“Got it!”
Zhang Que nodded.
“Hathaway! Hurry up and agree. Our lives depend on what you do now!”
As Youhuo spoke, he looked up at Zilan Yin, who was already flying into the sky.
Tian Bufan added, “Just agree. Besides, you two have a pretty good relationship.”
“Who said I have a good relationship with him? I only think he’s strong—a worthy opponent, that’s all!”
Hathaway glared coldly at Xu Mu.
Although he had humiliated her before, it had happened when only the two of them were present.
As long as neither of them said anything, no one would know.
But things were different now. So many people were watching. If word got out, how would she ever be able to face anyone again?
“All of you, listen carefully!” Beckett growled at the distant onlookers. “If word of this gets out, we will wipe out every one of you!”
His eyes then swept over the four surrounding races.
“And you as well. Hathaway suffered this humiliation to save you. If any of you dare mock her over this in the future, we will never forgive you!”
“That’s right! I agree!”
Liao Kun, an eighth-stage expert of the Celestial Race, nodded slightly.
“I agree too!”
Leng Xing followed suit.
“No! Elders, we can’t surrender! Let’s fight them!”
Hathaway gripped her golden greatsword and instantly charged toward Xu Shou.
“Judgment of Light…”
Boom!
The earth trembled. Zhang Que, who had only one arm, instantly seized Hathaway by the throat.
“Stop!”
Xu Mu suddenly shouted.
Hearing this, Zhang Que flung Hathaway away.
She immediately planted her greatsword behind her to brace herself and managed to steady her body without falling.
She gasped for breath. Five bruises had appeared on her pale, jade-like neck, and three of them were already bleeding.
Xu Mu strode over to Hathaway.
Hathaway looked at him. “If you dare…”
Smack!
Xu Mu slapped Hathaway across the face, leaving her stunned.
He wrapped an arm around the back of her head and kissed her.
Then he groped her once before turning to Xu Shou.
“Senior, that should be enough, right?”
“No. I already said it can’t be through her clothes,” Xu Shou replied indifferently.
“Damn it!”
Xu Mu wondered whether he should send Xu Shou a red packet. This assist was so outrageous that even his own father couldn’t have done better.
“How dare you…”
Before Hathaway could finish, Xu Mu’s eyes fell on the raised armor covering her chest. He then slipped inside it.
Xu Mu was secretly astonished. No wonder she was Hathaway—she really was an honest woman who didn’t like to deceive people.
It was completely solid, the genuine article.
“Senior! How about now?”
Xu Mu turned back and asked again.
“Barely acceptable. This will certainly bring her plenty of shame,” Xu Shou said with his arms folded. “You may leave.”
Hearing this, the golden greatsword in Hathaway’s hand fell to the ground.
Tears welled up in her exposed eyes.
“Bastard! Xu Mu…”
“Let’s go!”
Beckett immediately grabbed Hathaway by the shoulder and flew into the sky.
“Xu Mu! Just you wait!”
Hathaway’s furious shout echoed from above.
The remaining members of the major races also departed one after another.
Apart from them, everyone else quickly withdrew as well.
Suddenly, Xu Mu sensed that Xiao Gui—that old schemer—was also fleeing into the sky.
He immediately turned to stare at Wu Tian. Since they were both descendants of Yan and Huang, Wu Tian’s rescuing these people probably meant he wouldn’t help Xu Mu kill Xiao Gui.
But Wu Tian was someone Xu Mu could deal with himself.
Whoosh!
Xu Mu transformed into a streak of light and flashed to Wu Tian’s side, slashing out with his sword.
A huge gash had already been carved into Wu Tian’s waist. Li Poshan could only forcefully control him and pull him out of the way of Xu Mu’s attack.
Wu Tian hurried to Xu Shou and bowed respectfully, his face full of desperation.
“Senior, save me! I’m a descendant of Yan and Huang too! That Xu Mu is trying to kill me!”
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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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
