Dai Xingluo visibly froze for a moment upon hearing this.
Soon after, a smile reappeared on her peach-blossom-like face.
"Six wives? That, plus little sister and big brother, makes exactly eight people—just enough for two mahjong tables."
Dai Xingluo covered her mouth, giggling softly.
"Don’t force yourself. You’d kill without hesitation just because I got a little close to other women—would you really be willing to join our big family?"
Xu Mu waved his hand dismissively at Dai Xingluo.
"Of course I’m willing. People age, get sick, and die. Who knows? Maybe by the time I’m gone, everyone else will be dead, leaving only me and big brother."
With no outsiders around, Dai Xingluo didn’t bother hiding her true nature, dropping her cute act.
After all, Xu Mu had already witnessed her ruthless side firsthand.
Being her real self in front of him wasn’t so bad.
"Sorry, but I prefer gentle women."
Xu Mu had no interest in wasting more words on her and turned to walk toward his car.
"Xu Mu, I’ve already tracked down your family—the Jiang City Xu Group."
Dai Xingluo’s smile deepened.
Hearing this, Xu Mu abruptly stopped in his tracks. "A word of advice—don’t do anything reckless."
With that, he opened the car door and got in.
Dai Xingluo watched as the car drove away, black text appearing above her head.
[Affection Points +5]
"Big brother, even after all this, you still won’t use your power to threaten me."
She recalled how Xu Mu had spared her outside the city last time.
He really is so gentle.
---
Meng Wanyue drove off, struggling to hold her food with one hand.
Xu Mu chuckled and took it from her. "Let me help you with that?"
"O-okay..."
Meng Wanyue stole a glance at Xu Mu before quickly looking back at the road.
She had already eaten a small portion of it.
Noticing that Xu Mu didn’t mind eating something she’d already taken a bite from, her cheeks grew increasingly red.
When they arrived at the branch company, Xu Mu signaled for her to stop before they entered.
He spotted a familiar Aston Martin and, using his perception, confirmed that Feng Jian was inside.
"Wanyue, park behind that car," Xu Mu said, pointing ahead.
"Got it."
Meng Wanyue nodded.
Xu Mu stepped out and walked up to the Aston Martin’s window, tapping lightly on the glass.
Feng Jian, who had been scrolling on his phone, turned and immediately got out upon seeing Xu Mu.
"Xu Shao, sister-in-law."
Feng Jian bowed slightly to both Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue, behaving like a subordinate.
In the past, he would never have acted this way.
But times had changed. The past few days had been pure torment for him—every moment felt like an eternity.
His current condition wasn’t like that of a eunuch from ancient times.
His "little brother" was still there, and his mind was still full of desires—yet he was completely useless.
The frustration was worse than death.
Meng Wanyue flustered at being called "sister-in-law."
She glanced at Xu Mu, but he didn’t correct Feng Jian.
[Affection Points +10]
Did his silence mean he was acknowledging it?
Meng Wanyue shook her head, scolding herself for overthinking.
"What are you doing at our company?" Xu Mu asked.
"I was waiting for Zhang Shuaikai, but the real reason was to see you."
Feng Jian scratched his head awkwardly. "Xu Shao, about that medicine..."
"Not happening. Your mother hasn’t delivered on her promise yet. No reason for me to give you anything."
Xu Mu shrugged.
"What exactly do you want her to do? I can do it instead!"
Feng Jian clenched his fists, his voice rising slightly.
"You can’t."
Xu Mu patted Feng Jian’s shoulder. "Don’t take it personally, but you’re too far from the Feng family’s inner circle."
Only three people truly held power in the Feng family: Feng Jian’s parents and his eldest brother, Feng Ruili.
Feng Jian, much like the original villainous Xu Mu, knew fewer secrets than even the company’s executives.
Feng Jian exhaled sharply—he understood Xu Mu’s meaning.
Was he doomed to remain a useless man forever?
Without women, he might as well be dead.
Just as Feng Jian was about to get back in his car, his phone rang.
He pulled it out and saw it was his mother calling.
"Mom."
He answered, stepping back into the car.
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue turned to leave, heading toward the company.
But after only a few steps, Feng Jian called out to them.
"Xu Shao! Sister-in-law! Wait!"
Feng Jian rushed over, his face lit up with excitement. "My mother wants to invite you to dinner tonight!"
"Dinner with me?"
Xu Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"That’s right! If she’s inviting you, maybe she’s already done what you asked."
Feng Jian grinned. "Does that mean I get the medicine now?"
"We’ll see after tonight."
Xu Mu smirked inwardly—he didn’t believe for a second that Chen Cai would hand over dirt on Feng Kang.
After overhearing her conversation with Dai Xiao earlier, he was certain this was a trap.
She had failed before, and now she was trying again.
"Alright! She told me to let you know—8 PM at Yu Shange. She’ll be hosting you there."
Feng Jian beamed.
"Got it."
Xu Mu replied coolly. He was curious to see what Chen Cai had planned.
After Feng Jian left, Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue entered the company.
Meng Wanyue opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately held back.
Noticing her hesitation, Xu Mu asked, "Wanyue, what’s on your mind?"
"I feel like I’m overstepping," she murmured.
"We’re close, aren’t we? Just say it."
Xu Mu gave her shoulder a reassuring pat.
"That woman earlier… she doesn’t seem like a good person. I think you should stay away from her."
Meng Wanyue kept her gaze lowered. "But it’s your personal matter, and I don’t have the right—"
"You do have the right!"
Xu Mu cut her off, gripping her shoulders. "And I already know she’s trouble."
[Affection Points +20]
Meng Wanyue couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. "I knew you’d be able to tell."
"Wanyue, from now on, speak your mind. I’m not infallible."
Xu Mu smiled and released her.
"Okay."
She nodded softly.
She didn’t quite understand her own feelings. If she saw women approaching the Dragon King, she wouldn’t care.
But Xu Mu was different.
---
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue spent the rest of the day at the branch company, killing time.
Li Yun gave them a tour of the factory out back, where production was already in full swing.
Before they knew it, dusk had fallen.
After saying goodbye to Li Yun, Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue got back in the car.
He pulled out his phone and searched for Yu Shange, scoffing at the results.
"Xu Shao, what’s wrong?"
Meng Wanyue asked.
"Look where she’s sending me—Yu Shange is on the outskirts of Yang City, deep in Feng family territory."
Xu Mu showed her the map on his phone.
Meng Wanyue, upon hearing this, looked at Xu Mu and said, "They must have set up an inescapable trap. Maybe we just shouldn’t go."
"Go. I want to see what tricks she has up her sleeve."
Xu Mu waved at Meng Wanyue. "Let’s move."
He had his own plans—like releasing the video in his possession to the public.
At worst, it would leave Feng Kang with a reputation for being cuckolded. If he chose to endure it silently, the Feng family would still remain.
But the Xu family would forever be a thorn in their side.
Sooner or later, they would strike again.
What Xu Mu wanted was to eliminate the Feng family once and for all. That’s why he intended to walk right into Chen Cai’s trap—this banquet of treachery.
...
The Imperial Banquet Pavilion was located in the eastern part of Yang City.
By the time Xu Mu arrived, it was already half past seven in the evening.
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
invincible power, Gu Changge transmigrates into a fantasy world, bound to a sign-in system that grants him cultivation rewards and various peerless treasures daily. While others struggle desperately to break through their cultivation realms, he has long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming a reclusive Emperor whose true strength even he himself cannot fathom. Originally planning to lie low and retire peacefully on Purple Bamboo Peak, the system suddenly issues a new task — take on disciples. With no other choice, Gu Changge casually picks up a few disciples: The eldest disciple, born with a War God Constitution, is thrown a copy of "War God Stratagems" by him, and ends up conquering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, becoming a peerless War God who sweeps across the cosmos. The second disciple, possessing a Chaos Sword Body, can break all techniques with a single sword, his swordsmanship unmatched throughout history. He points his sword at the heavens: "My master said, the sword and the man stand together. If the sword perishes... my master will give me another one." The third disciple, a reborn Empress who returns to her throne, her elegance and grace overshadowing all beings. And without anyone noticing, his own sect, the Qingxuan Sect, has become the number one sect on the continent. Looking at these unbelievably formidable disciples, Gu Changge, holding the "Primordial Purple Qi" he just signed in for, falls into deep thought: — Wasn't this supposed to be a peaceful retirement? How did I become the ultimate master?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
