After Ye Tong finished her tasks, Xu Mu didn’t immediately pull her back to their room. Instead, he took out the Qi Sea Pills he had refined.
With the additional one he had just drawn, he now had four in total.
Two of them were naturally reserved for Ye Tong and Ye Yu.
Barring any surprises, just one pill would be enough to elevate them to the Dark Force level.
As for the remaining two, he planned to give them to Xu Ningbing and Xu Shou.
Though he wasn’t sure if his father needed them—he probably had his own methods.
"Brother-in-law! That woman is no good!"
Ye Yu pouted, tugging at Xu Mu’s arm.
"Xiao Yu, don’t talk nonsense. Be generous," Ye Tong said with a smile, lightly patting her sister’s head.
"Sis! You’re too generous. What if someone else steals brother-in-law away? What will you do then?"
Ye Yu shot Ye Tong a sidelong glance.
"Impossible!"
Xu Mu turned to Ye Yu. "Unless I’m dead, I’ll never leave your sister! She’s my wife, now and forever!"
He wasn’t lying—those words were the truth.
Just like how, after getting to know Ye Tong, he had proactively changed her contact name to "Wife" in his phone.
He had already decided: Ye Tong was his.
[Affection Points +30]
Hearing this, Ye Tong lowered her head shyly.
With such heartfelt words, if he wanted a duet tonight, she wouldn’t even know how to refuse.
"But… what if someone tries to seduce you? There are so many temptations out there—someone might succeed, right?"
Ye Yu stared at Xu Mu.
"So what if they do? Whoever succeeds, I’ll just bring her home," Ye Tong answered for Xu Mu.
"Sis… you’re really something," Ye Yu muttered, utterly baffled by her sister’s mindset.
"Alright, enough about this," Xu Mu clapped his hands, signaling for them to quiet down. "I’ve got two more pills—one for each of you."
He handed the pills to them.
Ye Tong examined the blue pill in her palm and whispered, "These must be incredibly rare, right?"
She had heard her father speak of ancient martial artists before.
Back then, their Ye family was wealthy and influential.
Yet, they only had one ancient martial artist—a bodyguard her father had hired at great expense.
But Xu Mu had already elevated them to that level with just a few pills.
This one in her hand felt even more precious than the previous ones.
"Compared to your safety, what does something like this matter?" Xu Mu said, looking at her. "Lately, we’ve provoked some hidden families. When I’m not around, you need to protect yourselves."
[Affection Points +20]
Ye Tong’s cheeks flushed as she swallowed the pill.
Ye Yu followed suit, her thoughts drifting to her parents.
If they had been ancient martial artists, it wouldn’t have been so easy for others to harm them.
That was why she wanted to grow stronger.
The moment the Qi Sea Pills entered their bodies, they felt an overwhelming surge of energy coursing through them.
"Alright, time to rest," Xu Mu said, taking Ye Tong’s hand and heading upstairs.
"Brother-in-law, the pill’s effects haven’t even kicked in yet!" Ye Yu called out.
"The Qi Sea Pill isn’t an instant boost. Its effects will fully manifest over the next two or three days," Xu Mu explained before disappearing into the bedroom with Ye Tong.
Tonight, they had both had a bit to drink, so there were no elaborate games—Xu Mu took the lead.
...
The next morning, Xu Mu woke up early, realizing he could draw prizes again—all thanks to Ye Tong.
He opened his system panel and checked his Heavenly Destiny Power first.
At the moment, it only allowed him to enhance others’ stats, with no additional abilities.
Still, he had a feeling there was more to it.
He clicked the roulette for a ten-draw, curious about his luck today.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 Attribute Points.]
Xu Mu nodded to himself—a standard start, but not bad.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Earth-tier cultivation manual: Phoenix Flame Sword Heart Technique.]
Xu Mu frowned at this.
Another heart technique, and an Earth-tier one at that. He’d have to study it later.
If it was powerful enough, he might even practice it himself.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Earth-tier technique: Phoenix Flame Sword.]
Well, no need to practice—he already mastered it.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 40 Cultivation Points.]
...
This round of draws ultimately netted him an Earth-tier technique.
Aside from practicing it himself, he could also teach it to others.
In total, he gained 165 Cultivation Points and 90 Attribute Points.
Following routine, he allocated them all, further boosting his strength.
Once everything was settled, he checked his updated stats.
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villainous Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Early Divine Ability Stage
Physique: 725
Spirit: 725
Cultivation Value: 500 (Max: 800)
Heavenly Destiny Power: 1032
Satisfied, Xu Mu nodded. Just two or three more ten-draws, and he’d be ready for another breakthrough.
As he got up to freshen up, his phone buzzed—an unknown number.
After a brief hesitation, he answered.
"Xu Shao, it’s me."
A voice came from the opposite side—it was Chen Cai.
...
Feng Kang had been on edge these past two days, obsessively checking the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" software whenever he had a moment.
Yet, there was still no news about Xu Mu's murder.
He had repeatedly contacted customer support, only to receive the same response: "The mission is still in progress."
Now, seated at the stone table in his estate, Feng Kang massaged his temples and muttered, "What’s going on with Mr. Lin? Why can’t I reach him?"
Without Lin Yang, he felt utterly vulnerable.
He had boasted so much before, claiming that the Feng family was also a hidden, powerful clan.
But without Lin Yang, what was he?
His home had been easily breached, and Chen Cai had been rescued right under his nose.
What if next time, the intruders came to kill him?
"Dad! Something’s happened!"
Feng Ruili’s voice rang out from a distance as he rushed over, phone in hand, his face frantic.
"What is it?" Feng Kang asked, frowning.
Feng Ruili shoved the phone in front of him. "Look, it’s all over the morning news in Jiangbei."
Feng Kang stared at the video: several excavators demolishing a house, an elderly man standing in their path—only to be crushed without hesitation.
The footage then cut to a group of men in suits, their faces masked, wielding machetes as they smashed doors and walls.
Next, a pixelated middle-aged man sat in a chair, his voice thick with regret:
"I can’t live with myself. It’s haunted me all these years—the things we did under Feng Kang’s orders, the forced demolitions, the shady deals..."
Then, a pixelated woman sobbed on screen:
"Feng Kang’s son, Feng Ruili, is no saint either. Back when they ran loan sharking operations, I couldn’t repay them, so he forced me into a club. I saw it with my own eyes—a woman who refused to obey had her legs broken."
...
Feng Kang watched, his vision blurring, on the verge of collapse.
Who was behind this?
They were trying to destroy him.
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
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.
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.”
