When he arrived aboard the enormous wooden ship, Tian Yunchu realized that she had landed inside a wooden structure.
The floor and ceiling were both made entirely of wood. Combined with the faintly swaying ground beneath her feet, it gave Tian Yunchu the distinct feeling that she was inside the ship’s cabin.
In the distance, two Zhong Cis stood facing one another, each holding a longsword.
Apart from them, a group of armored skeleton soldiers shifted restlessly in the distance.
“Sister!”
Tian Yunchu called out, then stared at the two identical women before her.
They were easy enough to distinguish despite wearing the same clothes. One was covered in dirt and looked thoroughly disheveled, while the other was almost spotless.
Moreover, one woman held a silver sword, while the other held a red one.
Tian Yunchu had seen clearly that the sister who rescued her had been holding the red sword.
She hurried over and positioned herself beside Xu Mu.
Zhong Ci furrowed her willow brows and stared at Xu Mu. “Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?”
“You’re the one pretending!”
Tian Yunchu pointed at Zhong Ci and shouted coldly.
Zhong Ci’s expression grew increasingly chilly. The thought of what this person might do while using that body made her feel sick.
She tightened her grip on her longsword and slashed at Xu Mu.
Seeing this, Tian Yunchu snorted. “How dare you attack my sister!”
She struck out with one palm.
Whoosh!
A golden barrier appeared in front of her and shot toward Zhong Ci.
Zhong Ci immediately noticed what was happening and unleashed several sword auras in succession. The moment they touched the barrier, they shattered and vanished.
Her expression changed, and she quickly dodged to the side.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the barrier slammed into the wooden wall in the distance.
The wall did not break. Instead, the floor beneath their feet began to shake violently.
Tian Yunchu was just about to attack again when Xu Mu grabbed her by the shoulder.
“I really am an impostor,” Xu Mu suddenly said.
“What?”
Tian Yunchu’s body instantly stiffened.
“Just like you were before, my body is enclosed by a formation,” Xu Mu continued.
“Then… you should be a woman, right?”
Tian Yunchu’s expression gradually turned ugly. It had never occurred to her that the person before her was a man.
Because of that, she had not been on guard at all and had openly displayed her assets in front of him.
If he really was a man, Tian Yunchu felt she might as well die.
“I’m a man,” Xu Mu said calmly. “Sorry.”
“I’m finished! How am I ever going to get married now…?”
Tian Yunchu suddenly froze mid-sentence. “You’re Xu Mu?”
She suddenly remembered the name Xu Mu had mentioned earlier. She had not connected the dots at first because, instinctively, she had assumed he was a woman.
But now that she knew he was a man, and with that name in mind, she finally recalled that she had heard of him before.
“Xu Mu?”
The Zhong Ci in the distance frowned as well. “Are you really Xu Mu?”
“That’s me. I saved you in Yanjing before,” Xu Mu replied calmly.
Only then did the Zhong Ci in the distance sheathe her sword. “What exactly is going on?”
“Why don’t we let the beauty beside us explain? That way, you won’t think I’m lying.”
After speaking, Xu Mu turned his attention to the gathering skeletons in the distance.
They had been standing there, itching to move, but had not attacked. They probably had not entered the attack range.
Tian Yunchu briefly explained how she had transformed herself into someone else’s appearance.
Only then did Zhong Ci understand. “I did find a seated skeleton earlier, but the moment I approached it, all the others went berserk and attacked me. I had no way to get close.”
After all, she was only in the early Transcendent Realm. Facing so many skeletons at the World-Breaking level, surviving was already an achievement.
“Don’t worry. There’s a formation around my body. I’m not interested in the formation’s creations,” Xu Mu said, pointing at the area in front of him.
“I believe you.”
Zhong Ci nodded slightly.
Xu Mu had saved her before without asking for anything in return. Besides, he was also a member of the Sanitation Bureau.
When they had asked him to come this time, that senior cleaner had personally told him to protect them.
“By the way, Xu Mu, since your weapon can break formations, why don’t you use it to break the one around yourself?” Tian Yunchu asked from the side.
“There are two reasons. First, I want to know the purpose of this formation. It might come in handy later.”
Xu Mu continued, “Second, you should know that I’m wanted now, right?”
“Of course. The Black Moon Clan has gone completely insane. Your life is worth a heaven-grade cultivation technique.”
Tian Yunchu’s face was filled with curiosity. “What exactly did you do to them?”
“A friend and I worked together and nearly killed Zidian.”
Xu Mu deliberately made it sound understated.
“What?”
Tian Yunchu’s eyes widened. Then she burst out laughing. “No wonder! Zidian is the Black Moon Clan’s future heir. Hahaha! That man finally got what was coming to him!”
“You seem pretty happy about it,” Xu Mu remarked, glancing at Tian Yunchu.
“Of course I am. That bastard Zidian relies on his talent to flirt with women everywhere. He tried to make a move on me before, but when I rejected him, he became so embarrassed and angry that he spread rumors claiming I was chasing after him—and that he rejected me because I was too short.”
At the mention of that man, Tian Yunchu wore an expression of disgust.
Xu Mu walked toward the distance. “Let’s go over there first.”
The moment he stepped onto the stairs, the skeletons in the distance swarmed toward them.
Zhong Ci and Tian Yunchu immediately assumed combat stances behind him, but Xu Mu simply swung his sword once. Every skeleton was instantly cut apart.
Zhong Ci’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
In her mind, the only member of the younger generation who had ever possessed such overwhelming suppressive power had been Xiao Gui.
Now, however, there was another—Xu Mu.
Although Xu Mu’s cultivation level was currently inferior to Xiao Gui’s, he was younger. Who could say how far he would grow over the next few years?
[Affection +2]
Tian Yunchu was also deeply shocked.
No wonder Xu Mu had been able to join forces with others to defeat Zidian. His cultivation level was clearly inferior to hers, yet his combat strength far surpassed hers.
Judging from the way Zhong Ci treated Xu Mu, Tian Yunchu could also get a rough idea of what kind of person he was.
[Affection +5]
Xu Mu looked at the skeletons lying on the ground as they began trying to stand back up. He immediately said, “Move. There’s no point wasting time here.”
Along the way, Xu Mu dealt with every skeleton that blocked their path.
The three of them passed through the corridor ahead and arrived before a huge arena.
Xu Mu surveyed the surroundings and discovered that the arena was circular, with a full ten exits spaced around it.
Apart from their own entrance, they could also see other people standing near several of the remaining exits.
“What the hell?”
Xu Mu looked toward an exit in the distance—and saw himself.
Chen Xuan, Lin Ruoshi, and the others were there as well.
Li Hongdou was among them, along with Dorothea of the Holy Light Clan.
Xu Mu closed his eyes and sensed the area. Aside from the two people beside him, he could not sense anyone else.
He reached out and touched the space ahead, only to be stopped by a barrier. Clearly, everyone around the arena was trapped inside a different formation.
“Hahaha! Welcome to my ruins.”
Just then, a man clad head to toe in golden armor stepped onto a platform high above them. “The battle is about to begin. Is everyone ready? Keep an eye on the women around you—the victor gets to claim them all.”

nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.

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.”

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."

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.”