"Damn it!"
Xu Mu was at it again, interfering with the relationship between him and Su Yaya.
"Brother Xu Mu!"
Su Yaya’s face lit up with surprise when she saw Xu Mu. "What are you doing here?"
"We’re out of groceries at home, so I came to buy some. I’m heading back to cook," Xu Mu said, lifting the bags he was holding.
"What? Brother Xu Mu can cook?"
Su Yaya's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Not only could he play the piano beautifully, but he could also cook for himself.
Could he possibly be more perfect?
Whoever spread rumors about Xu Mu being a good-for-nothing, Su Yaya swore she would never forgive them.
[Affection +30]
Seeing the numbers pop up, Xu Mu was stunned. He hadn’t even planned to raise her affection level.
Why did this feel like a freebie?
He recalled that Su Yaya’s affection level for him used to be in the negatives, but now it had long since turned positive.
Lin Yang also noticed Su Yaya’s expression, and jealousy surged within him.
The ordinary man he once was had long since disappeared.
Ever since he went abroad to become a mercenary, no one had dared to take what he had his eyes on.
Lin Yang’s expression stiffened, but soon a sly smile appeared on his lips.
"Xu Mu! You know those two guys from earlier, don’t you? I bet you brought them here," Lin Yang suddenly accused, pointing at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu heard this and smirked coldly in his heart.
He hadn’t even exposed Lin Yang yet, but now Lin Yang was trying to bite back.
Su Yaya and Wang Ying exchanged glances upon hearing this.
Come to think of it, those two men had indeed fled when they saw Xu Mu earlier.
"I get it now. You deliberately brought them here to cause trouble, then staged a hero-saving-the-damsel act to win Yaya’s favor, didn’t you?" Lin Yang said with a look of sudden realization. "You’re disgusting!"
"Brother Xu Mu…"
Su Yaya clenched the shopping bag in her hand tightly—the one containing the razor she had bought for Xu Mu.
She recalled the rumors about Xu Mu. Could they really be true? Was he trying to pull such a stunt?
Seeing Su Yaya’s expression, Xu Mu shook his head lightly. "Sigh, sometimes exposing the truth makes things awkward for everyone involved."
"Exposing the truth? The truth is, you brought those guys here to play hero and gain Yaya’s affection!" Lin Yang sneered.
"But I saw those two men with you earlier," Xu Mu said, his face devoid of emotion.
"Hahaha! Yaya! Look at him, spouting nonsense now! If I were with them, would I let them attack me?" Lin Yang mocked with laughter.
"Yaya, come with me," Xu Mu said, lifting his bags and heading toward his car.
"Yaya, don’t go. You know what kind of person Xu Mu is, don’t you?" Lin Yang said from the side.
Su Yaya hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to follow Xu Mu.
No matter what was going on, she needed to see the truth for herself.
Since Xu Mu remained so calm, perhaps he really did have evidence.
Wang Ying followed closely behind Su Yaya.
Lin Yang, however, wore a confident smile. As a king among mercenaries, he never fought battles he couldn’t win.
Earlier, he had already sabotaged the surveillance cameras in this open-air parking lot.
Even if Xu Mu managed to prove the three of them were together, there would be no evidence.
Xu Mu was standing next to his Cadillac, opening the car door to place the items he had purchased in the back seat.
He glanced at Lin Yang, who had caught up with him, and said calmly, "Buddy, this is my car."
Lin Yang's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.
Could it be...
"Yaya, please wait a moment."
Xu Mu sat in the driver's seat, reconnecting the dashcam to download a new video.
He wouldn't let anyone catch him off guard. If they looked at the previous download, the timing wouldn't match.
They might think it was intentional.
Once the download was complete, Xu Mu opened the video, dragged the progress bar, and handed the phone to Su Yaya.
Next to her, Wang Ying tilted her head to take a look.
In the video, Lin Yang walked ahead, followed closely by two burly men like henchmen.
They walked right past this car.
Lin Yang felt utterly embarrassed; the camera was broken.
He hadn't expected there to be a dashcam!
Why did this kid happen to appear here?
Damn!
[Fate Power -50]
"Do you know why I didn't expose you earlier?"
Xu Mu looked at Lin Yang with a calm expression, "Because I can tell you like Yaya. Although your approach is wrong, I don't need to ruin it. I just didn't expect... you'd try to turn the tables."
Su Yaya's gentle face turned cold at that moment.
She first glanced at Xu Mu, then at Lin Yang.
What a stark contrast.
One was a gentleman, the other a shameless scoundrel!
Su Yaya couldn't help but want to slap herself; she had doubted Xu Mu for a moment earlier.
[Affection +30]
"Get lost! I don't want to see you again! If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Su Yaya shouted at Lin Yang.
"Yaya! I... I didn't mean to, I just... like you too much!"
Lin Yang hurriedly explained.
"Xu Mu, thank you. If it weren't for you, I might still be in the dark, falling for his tricks!"
Su Yaya approached Xu Mu and returned the phone to him.
"No problem."
Xu Mu smiled, "Let me get you all in the car."
"Okay."
Su Yaya nodded.
Lin Yang stood there with a dark expression, stunned.
After Xu Mu helped Su Yaya and Wang Ying into the car, he walked back towards where Lin Yang was standing.
He didn't pay Lin Yang any attention and got straight into his car.
However, Lin Yang, who was standing there, called out to him, "Xu Mu, Su Yaya is the woman I've set my sights on. Stay away from her in the future."
"I know you like her, but your approach is wrong," Xu Mu replied calmly.
"Stop pretending! Who do you think you are, as if I don't know?" Lin Yang shouted angrily, then turned and left, "I've given you a warning; if you provoke me, not just you, but the entire Xu family will pay the price!"
Xu Mu watched his departing figure and sighed, "Why does it feel like he's the villain here?"
But, thinking about it, it makes sense.
These protagonists, relying on their fate and luck, have gotten used to being overbearing.
Only they can take advantage, only they can benefit.
Now, suddenly having to suffer a loss, they're bound to be furious.
Xu Mu checked his justice value and found he could draw six times.
As for fate power, it had already reached 94.
Xu Mu decided not to exchange his righteousness points for a lottery draw; instead, he planned to improve the lives of others.
First and foremost, his father.
Having a father who cared for him so much, Xu Mu resolved to treat him well.
As for others, he would think about it later.
...
Ye Tong was sitting on the bed in Ye Yu's room.
The two had spent the entire day together, talking endlessly.
There was only ever one topic: Xu Mu.
"Hey sis, I think it's necessary to mention this—could you keep the noise down at night?"
Ye Yu sat on the sofa nearby, looking at Ye Tong.
Ye Tong's face flushed a deep red.
She knew Ye Yu was just next door, and she tried her best to control herself.
But the feelings were overwhelming; she really couldn't help it.
"Oh right! I almost forgot, I need to make dinner."
Ye Tong suddenly stood up, "Otherwise, Xu Mu will come home from work and have to wait another twenty minutes."
"Sis! Xu Mu should still be tested a bit more. Who knows, maybe he was just being nice to you yesterday because he wanted to sleep with you."
Ye Yu got up as well, "If you ask me, he's definitely not coming back today. Men are all the same—they're like pigs' trotters. Once they get what they want, they stop cherishing 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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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
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?"
