If Shui Miaomiao had not come looking for Xu Mu, Xu Mu would have taken the initiative to find her.
That was because he had just learned something extremely important: one stage of the clan chief election would highlight the candidate’s leadership and prestige.
In this contest, Shui Shu and Shui Yuanyao were not allowed to fight.
As for leadership experience and the like, those were secondary.
The most important thing was to find young experts willing to help.
The more powerful allies one had, the greater the chances of winning. That was why Xu Mu had intended to volunteer himself.
He had not expected Shui Miaomiao to come to him first.
It seemed that she had already thought of this from the moment she first struck up a conversation with him.
“What kind of help? Aren’t you afraid of being targeted just because you’re spending so much time with me?”
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
“I’m not afraid. You’re only wanted by two major races. That’s a personal grudge between you and them,” Shui Miaomiao explained. “They won’t say anything just because I’m close to you—unless you’re wanted by all four major races.”
“I see. Even so, I should probably keep a low profile.”
Xu Mu took a black robe from his body and put it on. “I have a pretty good impression of you, so let’s find somewhere to talk. If it’s just a small favor, I can probably help.”
“Thank you.”
Shui Miaomiao pointed ahead. “There’s a private room in that teahouse. We can talk there.”
Xu Mu nodded.
After the two of them left, the remaining members of the Water Spirit Clan all turned to look at their backs.
“Elder, Miaomiao, she…”
“That’s right. It’s exactly what you’re thinking. She wants to invite Xu Mu to join us. I want to as well, but I can’t be the one to say it.”
The Water Spirit Clan’s elder shook his head slightly. After all, he was a prominent figure.
If he openly did such a thing, the Black Moon Clan and the Netherworld Clan would certainly think he was deliberately going against them.
Shui Miaomiao, however, was different. As a junior, she would not be made things difficult for by those two races.
At most, they would pressure her to stop associating with Xu Mu in the future.
Under Shui Miaomiao’s guidance, Xu Mu arrived at a private room on the second floor of a teahouse.
Shui Miaomiao told Xu Mu that the owner of this teahouse was one of her father’s informants, mainly responsible for gathering intelligence.
There were many other businesses like this throughout the royal city. Some worked for the Council of Elders, while others served the clan’s direct descendants.
Using his perception, Xu Mu examined everything around him.
As expected of the royal city of a first-rate race, it was far more prosperous than any city he had seen in the Inner Realm.
Along the main streets stood rows of solar-powered streetlights.
The goods being sold were also varied. Even modern clothing and uncommon items such as children’s toys could be found in abundance.
The only major difference between this place and the outside world was probably the architectural style.
All the buildings here were made of stone. The tallest were only three stories high, and there were no skyscrapers.
As they approached the teahouse, Xu Mu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Shui Miaomiao asked curiously.
“Nothing.”
Xu Mu smiled and shook his head. More than a thousand meters away, he had spotted someone familiar.
It was Zidian of the Black Moon Clan—the legendary genius.
He was sitting alone in a private room on the third floor of a restaurant. A token lay on the table in front of him.
Xu Mu followed Shui Miaomiao into the teahouse, and the two of them soon arrived at a private room on the second floor.
The private rooms were separated by stone walls, providing excellent privacy.
The room was not large. In the center stood an extremely smooth stone table, with sofas on either side. There was also a window opposite them.
It was the sort of window commonly found in high-rise buildings, with excellent insulation and sealing.
A waiter entered with them, brought over a pot of tea and a plate of pastries, then withdrew and closed the door behind him.
“This room is very private. No one outside can hear what’s being said inside.”
Shui Miaomiao smiled at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu raised a hand. “I feel some kind of primordial power rampaging through my body. Could you give me the length of one song?”
“Of course.”
Shui Miaomiao picked up the teapot and poured tea into Xu Mu’s cup.
At that moment, Xu Mu used his perception to observe the private room more than a thousand meters away. Normally, he would not have needed to pay such close attention.
But just now, the token on Zidian’s table had flashed, and a woman had appeared inside the room.
The woman removed the hood of her black robe, revealing a mature and alluring face.
It was none other than Shui Shu.
Since the two of them had met, Xu Mu naturally had to listen carefully.
Meanwhile.
After removing her hood, Shui Shu sat down opposite Zidian. “You suddenly called me out. What is it?”
“It’s nothing major. But given our relationship, I definitely couldn’t keep it from you.”
Zidian leaned back in his chair and gazed at the noble woman before him.
Whenever he thought about how this woman, so noble and pure in front of outsiders, privately served him, he could not help but feel excited.
As a genius, he had no shortage of women—beautiful women least of all.
But after playing around for a long time, one’s threshold for pleasure naturally rose.
For him, the source of that pleasure had shifted from appearance to status.
Only high-ranking figures who seemed noble and untouchable to outsiders, or exceptionally talented women from prestigious backgrounds, could give him the thrill of conquest he craved.
“Stop beating around the bush. If there’s something to say, just say it.”
Shui Shu giggled, exuding a seductive charm.
She casually picked up a grape from the plate and popped it into her mouth.
“A few days ago, I ran into the legendary Hao Yang at a ruin,” Zidian explained. “At the time, my clan’s elder and I hadn’t yet reached the deepest part, but he had already come out. That made me suspect he had obtained some treasure.”
“Really?”
A smile appeared on Shui Shu’s face. “So you attacked him?”
“That’s right. The elder and I had both heard of his reputation, but neither of us had ever fought him, so we wanted to test him.”
At this point, Zidian changed the subject. “We lost, but he didn’t intend to finish us off. He only took our spatial rings. My phone was inside mine as well.”
Upon hearing this, the smile on Shui Shu’s face abruptly vanished.
She demanded sharply, “What did you say? Are you saying our videos fell into his hands?”
“That’s right. I could have kept it from you, but considering our relationship, I came here especially to tell you.”
Zidian explained.
Bang!
Shui Shu slammed her fist into the stone table, shattering it on the spot. The plates on top smashed into pieces as well.
Her mature, charming face suddenly twisted with rage. “Zidian! Are you expecting me to thank you? If that video gets out, how am I supposed to show my face again?”
“Don’t get excited!”
Zidian hurriedly waved his hands. “It was a newly replaced phone, and there weren’t many videos on it. Besides, his goal was obviously the treasures. He might not even look at them.”
“But what if he does? I didn’t want to record them in the first place! You insisted. Now that things have turned out like this, how are you going to compensate me?”
Shui Shu clenched her fists and snarled.
“Doesn’t that prove how much I love you? When you aren’t with me, I rely on those videos to comfort myself.”
Zidian walked over to Shui Shu and spoke softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely make it up to you. I can promise you this: the position of Water Spirit Clan chief is yours and yours alone.”
…
Xu Mu lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
So that was how it was.
Earlier, he had thought the phone Hao Yang gave him was meant to relay messages. He never expected it to have belonged to Zidian all along.
“Mr. Xu Mu, how are you feeling now?” Shui Miaomiao asked with concern from across the table.

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.”

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.

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."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!