Xu Mu and Ye Tong spent every day renovating their room together—not just because their affection was growing, but more importantly, because Ye Tong was Xu Mu’s wife.
Even if in the future Ye Tong couldn’t provide him with any Justice Points, he would still choose to renovate.
After all, Xu Mu’s journey to where he was now was largely thanks to Ye Tong.
Especially Ye Tong at night.
Ye Tong contributed what could be called half of his Justice Points.
But he didn’t care. If his chosen wife couldn’t bring him Justice Points, would he just stop renovating?
Was he still a man?
Moreover, Ye Tong’s aura ability hadn’t disappointed him.
Sharing blessings, she not only could share in others’ fortunes but could also let others share hers.
To Xu Mu, this was the truly terrifying aspect of Ye Tong’s power.
The system made it clear: only when the affection level was maxed out could two people connect and share skills.
But Ye Tong could connect Xu Mu with anyone whose affection level was just right.
However, these other connections were pseudo-links, allowing only one skill to be shared—and only with one person at a time.
If he wanted to connect with someone else, he’d have to revoke the previous shared ability.
Still, that was frightening enough.
Take Ye Yu, the little girl, for example—if she was in danger, Xu Mu could directly share a top-tier martial art with her to help her escape harm.
Gradually calming down, Xu Mu realized he still had one ten-draw left.
He planned to continue the lottery, but this time, he didn’t want the guaranteed reward. Instead, he hoped to get several powerful martial arts.
Not for himself, but to share with Ye Tong.
If kept on her, they would help keep her safe.
Unfortunately, Ye Tong’s gentle personality didn’t suit combat; otherwise, Xu Mu would have had a powerful ally right by his side.
Clicking the roulette to draw, Xu Mu murmured, “This time, I have to get a martial art.”
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained a Grade 5 Heavenly Material and Earth Treasure: Black Angelica Root】
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained a Grade 6 Heavenly Material and Earth Treasure: Black Leaf Grass】
Xu Mu shook his head slightly, wishing these had appeared earlier.
If they had, he wouldn’t have needed to find Qin Ju to refine his Qi Sea Pill himself.
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained 30 cultivation points】
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained 20 cultivation points】
…
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained 30 cultivation points】
【Ding! Congratulations, host obtained 10 kilograms of gold】
Xu Mu was stunned—he had drawn gold again on the last try.
Was the system trying to turn him into a financial manager?
The gold he’d drawn before had already grown astronomically.
Could the system actually be some kind of wealth management software?
But right now, money was the last thing Xu Mu needed.
With no other choice, Xu Mu poured all the cultivation points into himself.
Because most of the draws were the guaranteed rewards, Xu Mu gained a lot of basic points.
He earned a total of 330 cultivation points and 180 attribute points.
After allocating all the attribute points, he felt the Qi inside him swirling wildly, expanding even further.
Black characters appeared before his eyes:
【Congratulations, host has reached Mid-stage Divine Power】
Feeling the power within, Xu Mu smiled—this was a small consolation for himself.
He clicked on the panel to check his current status.
Name: Xu Mu
Role: Villainous Sacred Body, HR Manager at Xu Corporation
Realm: Mid-stage Divine Power
Physique: 815
Spirit: 815
Cultivation Points: 30 (max 800)
Destiny Power: 1042
Xu Mu nodded to himself quietly. At this moment, his mind began to wonder—what exactly was the aura that others carried?
After all, an aura had to be connected to the person themselves.
What about Meng Wanyue’s? Was it related to being an assassin?
And Dai Xingluo’s?
Could it be that within a certain range, everyone had to be forcibly drugged by her?
……
Early the next morning.
Xu Mu woke up as usual and glanced at his phone.
His screen was flooded with insults. Xu Mu was too lazy to read them all. Even though he had a big heart, it still affected his mood.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
He picked it up and saw it was a message from Lu Xueyao.
At first, he had thought it might be Yun Wu or Fan Shiyu, but it turned out to be this girl.
“Brother Xu Mu! Are you awake?”
Seeing the message, he quickly replied, “Just woke up. What’s up?”
Lu Xueyao didn’t send any more texts but called him directly.
Xu Mu hurriedly silenced his phone. After getting dressed, he took his phone and headed to another room.
Ye Tong peeked open her eyes and smiled warmly.
Sometimes, it was these unintentional little gestures that revealed he truly cared about her.
……
Xu Mu came downstairs and sat on the sofa.
“Xueyao, what’s going on?”
He asked.
“I watched your video. I’ve already found that brat with the megaphone and brought him here,” Lu Xueyao said from the other end of the phone.
“What?”
Xu Mu thought he had misheard.
The two assassins hadn’t been found yet, but Lu Xueyao had already caught one.
“Brother Xu Mu, do you have time to come over? Let’s interrogate him together!”
Lu Xueyao said.
“Send me the address. I’ll be there right away. Don’t act rashly,” Xu Mu warned.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Lu Xueyao promised.
Just as Xu Mu put down his phone, Ye Tong and Ye Yu came out of the room together.
“Brother-in-law, good morning!”
Ye Yu greeted cheerfully, and black text appeared above his head:
[Affinity +10]
At the same time, black text also appeared above Ye Tong’s head:
[Affinity +10]
Xu Mu smiled, hands in his pockets, looking at both of them.
“I’m skipping breakfast today. I have to go handle some company business.”
“Okay, be careful,” Ye Tong said with concern.
“Don’t worry.”
Xu Mu said and left the villa.
……
Meanwhile,
In a sealed room, a man was tied to a chair, a black hood covering his head.
Lu Xueyao, dressed casually and wearing a baseball cap, sat on the sofa, her expression calm as she looked at her phone.
Around her stood dozens of people.
Zhao Yan stood closest to Lu Xueyao. He was riding high at the moment.
He was the classic second-in-command. Normally, such a large territory and so many people were under his management.
Some had been in the underworld longer than him, but now they all had to call him “Brother Yan.”
The main reason was that Lu Xueyao was simply too formidable. After she crushed the other groups, they didn’t even dare think about revenge.
Just then, Xu Mu walked in.
But he was wearing a three-piece disguise: mask, sunglasses, and a hat, to keep his identity low-key.
“Xueyao.”
Just as Xu Mu was about to walk over, a few burly men beside him stepped forward to block his way.
He looked at their stance and then at Lu Xueyao, who was sitting on the sofa, hardly able to believe his own eyes.
In just a few days, Lu Xueyao’s status seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
“This is my brother!”
Lu Xueyao stood up and declared.
Hearing this, the burly men immediately stepped back.
“So impressive! With that aura, I almost want to call you ‘sis’,” Xu Mu said with a smile as he walked over.
[Affinity +10]
“Xu… brother, stop joking around. Please, have a seat,” Lu Xueyao said, thinking quickly.
She wasn’t foolish. Since Xu Mu chose to disguise himself, he obviously didn’t want anyone to know his true identity.
Naturally, she couldn’t call him ‘brother’ anymore.
She grabbed Xu Mu’s arm and pulled him down onto the sofa.
“Take off this guy’s hood and tape,” Lu Xueyao instructed the men in the distance.
“Yes, Sister Lu!” two burly men replied respectfully.
Xu Mu: The author had some things to handle at noon and was a bit late. I’ll have Ye Yu apologize to everyone on my behalf.
Ye Yu: ...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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