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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
