Xu Mu felt his chances were still pretty good. He knew Miao He, and he was also aware of one of her little quirks.
“Would the third-in-command of the ‘Family of Lost Love’ go to the Chai family’s place?”
Xu Mu looked at Miao He and asked.
“He probably will. I got word that he arrived in Jiangbei this morning,” Miao He explained.
“You two don’t get along well. Want me to help out?”
Xu Mu showed a slight smile. “You give off a pretty good vibe. I can help you.”
“Your real goal is to get into the Chai family, isn’t it?”
Miao He crossed her arms and saw straight through him.
Since the Chai family was targeting Xu Mu’s people, he definitely wanted to go and see what they were up to.
“You’re pretty sharp,”
Xu Mu gave Miao He a thumbs-up.
“But I’m not taking you with me.”
Miao He flicked her silver hair, her expression calm. “I have nothing to do with you. Why should I help?”
“We’re potential partners.”
Xu Mu stared at Miao He. “Do you really think you can find treasure in the ancient ruins all by yourself?”
“Potential? That means we’re not partners yet.”
Miao He kept her cool, looking aloof.
“Fine, I agree to cooperate with you.”
Xu Mu thought it was no big deal. If they found good treasure, he could stash it in his storage space. The rest could be split.
“You’re so high-class—just say ‘let’s cooperate’ and it’s done? Where’s my face?”
Miao He crossed her arms and looked down on him. “You have to beg me.”
Smack!
Seeing no one around, Xu Mu slapped Miao He’s ass. “Looking for a beating, huh?”
[Affection +10]
“You… you little brat, how dare you hit me?”
Miao He had been all cold and indifferent, but now her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Feeling the tingling and slight pain from above, Miao He didn’t understand why her heart was fluttering.
She even felt disgusted with herself for having such feelings.
But she definitely wouldn’t show it.
She decided this secret would never be shared with anyone else in her life.
Xu Mu snorted coldly. “So what if I hit you? Working with me is your good fortune. It’s a dangerous place—what, you think you can protect me?”
Miao He puffed out her cheeks slightly. “Get in the car. I’ll do your makeup.”
“That’s more like it.”
Xu Mu smiled and sat in the passenger seat of the Wuling Hongguang.
Miao He took the driver’s seat, pulled out a blonde wig, and handed it to Xu Mu. “Put this on.”
Xu Mu took it and put it on.
He glanced at his phone and realized he now looked a bit like Yagami Iori, his hair covering nearly half his face.
Miao He then took out a makeup kit and started applying makeup to Xu Mu’s face.
She drew eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow.
Finally, she painted a teardrop symbol beneath Xu Mu’s visible eye.
“All done.”
Miao He packed up the makeup kit.
Xu Mu opened his phone to take a selfie and glanced at the screen. His whole vibe had changed—the hairstyle and makeup really made a difference.
He barely recognized himself.
“That black teardrop under your eye—is that makeup too?”
Xu Mu asked as he put his phone away.
“Of course. If I dared to tattoo that, my dad would break my legs.”
Miao He turned the car around and headed toward the Chai family’s place.
“Your father? I get it—you ran away from home, didn’t you?”
Xu Mu glanced at Miao He.
“That’s right. I ran away from home. I joined the Zang Ai family on my own.”
Miao He stared straight ahead. “It was only after I defeated Qing Shang that I became the second-in-command of the family.”
“So you two are enemies now.”
Xu Mu smiled, already guessing why Miao He had this kind of obsession.
There are many reasons behind such a personality, but mostly two types.
One is insecurity, self-denial.
They feel unworthy of respect and like to be dominated, proving their value through punishment or by doing things for others.
Obviously, Miao He isn’t that kind of person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have become the second-in-command commanding a group of followers.
The other type is those whose lives have been too smooth.
Born into privilege, no one ever dared to disrespect them.
But people like that are inwardly lonely, without friends—only subordinates.
They long for someone they can play and fool around with.
Perhaps Xu Mu’s two slaps awakened this side of Miao He.
After all, she’d never been hit by anyone before.
This feeling of being struck and suppressed was novel to her, even thrilling.
“So what if we’re enemies? He’s not a match for me—just a guy who plays dirty tricks.”
Miao He snorted coldly and slammed her foot on the gas.
……
Chai Family Manor.
Nestled beside a mountain just outside Yang City.
After Xu Mu got out of the car, he noticed the place was packed with luxury cars, but every license plate was from Yang City—none from Ji City.
So Chai Wang’s plan was obvious.
He was teaming up with Yang City enterprises to fill the gap left by the Feng Family, leaving no chance for the Xu Family.
Miao He led Xu Mu deeper into the manor.
The guards didn’t utter a word.
Normally, when they saw these “killmaters” (punk-style youth), they would have stopped them and kicked them out long ago.
But today, Chai Wang had specifically ordered that anyone looking like this must be allowed through without obstruction.
As Miao He entered the manor, a few “killmaters” from afar quickly approached.
“Second-in-command.”
They lowered their heads respectfully.
“Has the third-in-command arrived?”
Miao He stood with her hands behind her back, her expression cold and commanding.
“The third-in-command hasn’t come yet, but his people have arrived,” one of the red-haired youths answered respectfully.
Miao He nodded and led Xu Mu toward a round table farther inside.
No sooner had they sat down than Xu Mu spotted Fang Chu.
True to his role as the protagonist, he came as soon as he caught their scent.
Fang Chu was chatting with others nearby and immediately noticed Miao He as she walked in.
Under the sunlight, her long legs gleamed white.
Not only that, but her figure and face were top-tier.
Fang Chu was sure that if this woman ever returned to normal, she would be an absolute stunner.
“You must be a senior member of the Zang Ai family, right?”
Fang Chu held a glass of red wine, sitting beside Miao He with a warm smile.
“Who are you?” Miao He asked flatly.
“Heh, I’m just a nobody. But I have a good relationship with Mr. Chai Wang, so I came to the banquet.”
Fang Chu scrutinized Miao He’s face carefully.
Isn't she much prettier than students like Lu Xueyao and Zhao Yingying?
“What are you looking at?”
Miao He furrowed her brows.
“Ha! Sorry, the young lady is just too beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”
Fang Chu gently raised his glass, took a sip of red wine, and smiled.
Xu Mu noticed the disgust in Miao He’s eyes.
But that was understandable. Normally, when the male and female leads meet for the first time, they wouldn’t fall head over heels instantly.
Something was bound to happen between them later that would change Miao He’s attitude toward Fang Chu.
But Xu Mu wasn’t going to give them that chance.
“You’re the eighth person today to tell me how beautiful my young lady is. She’s not annoyed, but I’m getting tired of hearing it.”
Xu Mu now had a language certificate, so he slightly adjusted his tone and voice.
“Ah? The eighth already? Looks like everyone agrees on how beautiful the young lady is.”
Fang Chu said with a smile.
“That’s right, you’re number eight.”
Xu Mu nodded.
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.”
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
