Just as Meng Wanyue was about to touch Xu Mu's cheek, she suddenly stopped.
She didn’t even know what she was doing.
Was this really her?
Meng Wanyue decided to give up, but just as she was about to leave—
Xu Mu suddenly wrapped his arm around her neck, pulled her into his embrace, and then shifted to pin her down.
Meng Wanyue froze on the spot. She tried to move slightly but found Xu Mu holding her so tightly that she couldn’t break free.
In the end, she had no choice but to relent.
"Wife..."
Xu Mu’s drowsy murmur reached her faintly.
Only then did Meng Wanyue realize—he had mistaken her for Ye Tong.
What could she do? She was just as helpless.
……
Xu Mu opened his eyes, having slept deeply.
His nerves had been on edge earlier in the ruins, but back at home, the relaxation had knocked him out completely.
"Wife... Wait, no."
Xu Mu paused mid-sentence, suddenly stiffening.
It finally hit him—since when did he have a wife?
Wasn’t Ye Tong still at work, not back yet?
He bolted upright and only then noticed Meng Wanyue beside him—he’d been holding her while asleep.
Her face was now as red as a steamed crab, flushed to the point of seeming ready to drip water.
Xu Mu immediately sat up, his expression grave. "Meng Wanyue, I treat you like family, and this is how you repay me? Trying to take advantage of me?"
"I—"
Meng Wanyue was stunned. How could he twist things like that?
Was that even something a person would say?
But she couldn’t refute it either—after all, she had initially intended to kiss him.
"Just kidding, Wanyue. My bad."
Seeing Meng Wanyue lower her head, Xu Mu thought she was upset and quickly grabbed her shoulders.
He genuinely hadn’t noticed—being at home with Meng Wanyue guarding him, his guard instinctively dropped.
"It’s all a misunderstanding."
Meng Wanyue hurriedly stood up, straightening her collar. "Boss Xu, please don’t let Sister Ye know about this."
"Something’s off."
Xu Mu rubbed his nose, lost in thought.
Meng Wanyue felt her head spin when she saw that—he was rubbing his nose now?
"What... is it?" she asked, her voice uneasy.
"Nothing."
Xu Mu smiled, choosing not to press further.
He’d been wondering—since he’d fallen asleep face down, how had he ended up holding Meng Wanyue like that?
But since it had already happened, there was no point dwelling on it.
Xu Mu checked his phone and saw that Ye Tong would be off work soon.
He and Meng Wanyue headed downstairs together.
Handing her an Earth-grade cultivation manual, he grinned. "Wanyue, you can’t refuse this now, can you?"
"But..."
Meng Wanyue still hesitated. This was an Earth-grade manual.
Even if she gave everything—herself included—it wouldn’t compare to such a treasure.
"Wanyue, let me ask you something seriously."
Xu Mu’s expression turned calm. "Whose person are you?"
"I’m yours, Boss Xu."
If asked before, she might have hesitated.
But now, she answered without a second thought.
Xu Mu had given her too much—though the most important thing wasn’t the manual.
It was the sense of security, or rather, the care she felt from him.
Before meeting Xu Mu, she’d never experienced anything like it in her life.
She knew his care wasn’t romantic—it was more like familial warmth.
Even so, no one could shake his place in her heart.
She’d already decided to follow him for life.
"If you’re mine, what’s wrong with me making you stronger?"
Xu Mu handed her the black metal plate. "I want you to grow powerful—free and unconstrained, even by me."
[Affection +20]
Black text floated above Meng Wanyue’s head as her eyes reddened.
She took the manual with both hands and nodded firmly. "Boss Xu, I won’t let you down."
"Go. Earth-grade techniques are tough. Take the next few days off—I’ll call if I need you."
Xu Mu waved her off.
Meng Wanyue nodded and left.
Stretching, Xu Mu suddenly noticed his hand.
When had he started rubbing it? There was a faint fragrance lingering on his fingers.
Lying on the sofa, he opened his system to check his stats—and immediately shot upright in shock.
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villain Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Early Divine Ability Stage
Physique: 640
Spirit: 640
Cultivation Points: 195/800
Fate Energy: 1032
With over a thousand Fate Energy, Xu Mu estimated he’d reached Tier 10 Fate.
Still, he was far from matching the Dragon King.
For now, steady progress suited him fine.
He shuddered to think what would’ve happened if the original "villain Xu Mu" had crossed paths with Lin Yang.
Clicking the lottery, the wheel began spinning.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a 7th-grade pill: Qi Sea Pill.]
Xu Mu sighed. He’d just given one to Meng Wanyue, and now another dropped.
Why hadn’t they been this plentiful before?
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 20 Attribute Points.]
……
Xu Mu nodded to himself. He’d take these modest rewards any day.
One boosted his progress; the other strengthened his body.
Like during his fight with Lin Yang—when the latter used a pill to amplify his strength and sent Xu Mu flying, smashing through a tree before he stabilized.
Yet apart from the initial impact, Xu Mu had shrugged it off like nothing.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the title: Intermediate Alchemist.]
Xu Mu clenched his fist.
Now we’re talking.
This 10-draw had been generous—not just the Qi Sea Pill, but also Intermediate Alchemist.
With this, when he gathered the ingredients to refine Qi Sea Pills himself, the results would be even better.
Allocating his new points, he felt his body strengthen further before checking his updated stats.
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villain Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Early Divine Ability Stage
Physique: 680
Spirit: 680
Cultivation Points: 335/800
Fate Energy: 1032
Xu Mu smiled. His panel was looking more impressive by the day.
Just then, he heard movement. Extending his senses, he confirmed it was Ye Tong returning.
Ye Tong spotted Xu Mu in the living room the moment she entered. "You’re home early today."
"You seem happy. Good news?" Xu Mu beckoned her over.
"My brother called. He’s back in the country." Ye Tong sat beside him.
"Ye Chen?" Xu Mu’s eyes narrowed. Seeing Ye Tong’s delight, he knew this hidden rival was trouble.
He understood Ye Tong saw Ye Chen only as a younger brother—but Ye Chen’s feelings weren’t so pure.
"Yes, him." Ye Tong smiled.
"What did he want?" Xu Mu asked.
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?!
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?"
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.”
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
