Previously, when Xu Mu noticed the other person didn’t recognize him, he assumed the man was a driver from another company. After all, when wealthy businessmen attended banquets, their drivers naturally couldn’t enter and had to wait outside.
To his surprise, the man turned out to be an employee of his own company.
From what he remembered, after the Ye Family collapsed, the Xu Family’s branch in Yang City also suffered a heavy blow. Over the past few years, Xu Shou had invested heavily to keep the company running, but nothing seemed to work.
Clearly, there were bad apples among the ranks.
"Xiao Xu, how could I possibly..."
"Auntie, are you worried I might be a bad person too? Do I need conditions to help you find a job?" Xu Mu interrupted Li Yun.
"Don’t tease me, alright? Fine, I’ll listen to you."
Li Yun was deeply moved. She truly owed Xu Mu too much, and from now on, she would work hard to repay his kindness bit by bit.
...
After sending Li Yun home, Xu Mu left.
Zhao Yingying was at school, and since Li Yun was alone, he didn’t feel comfortable intruding.
Meng Wanyue drove to her residential area, got out of the car, and headed home.
Xu Mu then drove back to his own place.
When he entered the villa, Ye Tong and Ye Yu were sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"You’re back. Have you eaten?"
Ye Tong smiled as soon as she saw Xu Mu walk in.
"Yeah, I have."
Xu Mu sat beside Ye Tong, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "A lot happened today."
"What’s wrong?"
Ye Tong looked at him in confusion.
"Nothing major. I can handle it."
Xu Mu certainly didn’t want to add to Ye Tong’s worries. Besides, he knew plenty of secrets about the Dai Family, making it easy for him to deal with them.
...
On a large mountain outside Yang City, numerous small villas were built along the slopes, surrounded by gardens and grassy fields.
To outsiders, this place was known as Nangong Village.
But those in the know understood that this was the territory of the reclusive Nangong Family. The entire mountain belonged to them.
At the center of the villas stood a massive estate, enclosed by towering walls.
Most assumed it was the ancestral hall of Nangong Village, but in reality, this was where the Nangong Family resided.
Deep inside the estate, in the innermost sitting room...
An elderly man with a goatee sat on the sofa. He had a slightly plump figure and a perpetually cheerful expression, resembling the Laughing Buddha.
This was the former head of the Nangong Family—Nangong Ping.
"My electric bike should be fully charged by now. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving."
Jiang Huihui stuffed her hands into her pockets and glanced indifferently at Nangong Ping.
"Huihui-jie, don’t go! Please take me as your disciple!"
Nangong Yao immediately rushed over, hugging Jiang Huihui’s legs and looking up with her adorable face, pleading pitifully.
"I’m busy."
Jiang Huihui looked down at Nangong Yao. "Let go! Or I’ll make you."
"Huihui, I heard from Fuhai that you’re on good terms with Xu Mu from the Xu Family?"
Nangong Ping smiled as he asked.
"Why do you ask?" Jiang Huihui stared at him.
"Previously, Mr. Wei called and asked me to look after the Xu Family. I was wondering if it had something to do with Xu Mu."
Nangong Ping wore a curious expression.
"That’s right. It’s because of him." Jiang Huihui nodded.
"My kind is that impressive?" Nangong Yao gasped in shock.
Nangong Ping tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of the sofa. "Rumors say he’s a good-for-nothing. Seems like he’s been hiding his true self."
Jiang Huihui thought for a moment and realized Xu Mu was indeed different from what her investigations had suggested.
"I’m leaving."
With that, Jiang Huihui walked out.
"Huihui-jie, I’ll see you off!"
Nangong Yao immediately chased after her.
Not long after the two left, Ren Fuhai arrived.
He asked softly, "Father, what should we do about the Xu Family? Given Dai Xiao’s temperament, he’ll definitely make a move against them."
Nangong Ping chuckled. "Make a move against whom?"
"If I had to guess, it would be Xu Mu." Ren Fuhai thought for a moment before answering.
"Then it’s none of our concern. The Dai Family is riding high these days. I heard their former patriarch has broken through yet again."
Nangong Ping took a deep breath. "Wei Jingzhi may have connections as a retired sanitation department official, but he himself lacks power. There’s no need for us to risk the Nangong Family’s safety just because of a word from him."
"I understand." Ren Fuhai nodded lightly. "What should I do next?"
"Observe and wait." Nangong Ping closed his eyes.
...
Meanwhile, Xu Mu was locked in a fierce battle.
He had gained quite a bit of Justice Points today, enough for two ten-draws on the gacha system.
After Ye Tong fell asleep, Xu Mu decided to use his points.
He no longer bothered with superstitions—this lottery was purely random.
The guaranteed rewards usually included more Cultivation Points than Attribute Points, and a normal ten-draw would yield one or two non-guaranteed items.
That was the pattern. Time and place didn’t matter.
Xu Mu opened the system panel and started the draw. The spinning wheel began to turn.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining 20 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining 20 Attribute Points.]
...
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining a seventh-grade pill—Qi Sea Pill.]
Seeing the name of the pill, Xu Mu’s face lit up with joy. Finally, something good!
He didn’t even need to read the description—he already knew what it did.
In the story’s lore, this pill appeared frequently.
Its effect was like a supercharged version of the Blood Mountain Herb—simple and direct, purely enhancing one’s Qi.
The reason people’s cultivation realms advanced was because, through prolonged training, the Qi in their bodies increased.
When their current realm could no longer contain the excess Qi, they would break through their bottleneck and enter the next stage.
The Qi Sea Pill was incredibly potent. Just one could propel someone at the early Mingjin stage straight into the Anjin stage.
After all, as a seventh-grade pill, it was considered high-tier in this world, where the strongest pills were ninth-grade (excluding divine-grade).
In the mid-game, the Dragon King possessed many of these pills.
He used them to elevate the women around him into formidable fighters—including Ye Tong, Mu Qingying, and others.
As for geniuses like Xu Ningbing, they didn’t rely on such pills.
Since Xu Mu had Pharmaceutical Mastery, he could check the required materials later. For now, he waited for the draw to finish.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining 10 Attribute Points.]
...
The draw concluded without any further surprises in the latter half.
Still, the Qi Sea Pill was already a precious reward.
For example, Ye Tong wouldn’t need combat experience to become a master—she could just take the pill.
That way, she wouldn’t need bodyguards; she could protect herself.
Xu Mu still had one more ten-draw left. He clicked to start again, curious about what he might get this time.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining a sixth-grade rare herb—Black Leaf Grass.]
Xu Mu nodded to himself. A sixth-grade herb was decent. Even if he didn’t need it now, he could trade it for other treasures later.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining an Earth-grade cultivation manual—Shadow Kill Heart Technique.]
At this, Xu Mu froze. An Earth-grade manual!
That meant others could cultivate it too.
If word of this got out, even the top sects would fight tooth and nail for it.
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
