"Hahaha! You’ve got a sharp eye, kid!"
Zhao Pinglu pointed at Xu Mu and laughed. After all, Miao He had already drunk the wine laced with Spring Night Grass. Now, they could all relax.
Having this servant pour the wine wouldn’t be a problem.
Xu Mu filled Fang Chu’s glass first, then Zhao Pinglu’s.
"Come on, Second Brother, let’s keep drinking!"
Zhao Pinglu raised his glass with a grin.
"Bottoms up!"
Miao He downed the entire glass of liquor in one go.
Fang Chu’s smile widened as he finished his drink.
Miao He had already gulped down two large glasses. The thought of what was coming next excited him.
Honestly, he’d never had the chance to play with such a powerful ancient martial artist before. He wondered how different she’d be from ordinary people.
Seeing that Fang Chu and Zhao Pinglu had emptied their glasses, Xu Mu refilled them with the drugged wine.
When the time felt right, Xu Mu leaned in and whispered something into Miao He’s ear.
Only then did Miao He snap out of it—she’d been so focused on drinking that she’d forgotten the real purpose of this meeting.
Her face was flushed, but thanks to inheriting her father’s tolerance, she was still clear-headed.
"Third Brother, shouldn’t you tell me the location now?"
"Hahaha! I’ll tell you in a bit. Why don’t you head home first? I’ve got some business to wrap up here, but I’ll come find you afterward."
Zhao Pinglu was also grinning.
He and Fang Chu had already agreed—once Fang Chu was done with her, he’d take his turn.
A body like hers was too good to just kill off.
"Fine."
Miao He swayed slightly as she stood up. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then headed for the manor’s exit.
Xu Mu held the wine bottle in one hand and supported Miao He with the other, making sure she didn’t stumble.
Once they got into the car, Xu Mu drove them away.
"I just saved your life," he said coolly, glancing at Miao He.
"Saved my life by pouring me a drink? You’ve got some nerve!"
Miao He rolled down the window, letting the breeze cool her face.
"You think I was just pouring wine?"
Xu Mu pointed at the bottle at his feet. "That had Spring Night Grass in it. I switched it out."
"Spring Night Grass?"
Miao He sobered up instantly, then smirked. "How would you know that?"
"I could smell it. If you don’t believe me, take a sip. There’s still some left."
Xu Mu turned left, steering the Wuling Hongguang toward the outskirts of Yang City.
"What are you doing? This isn’t the way back!"
Miao He suddenly turned to glare at him.
"If I’m right, those two will be chasing us soon, planning to ‘investigate’ you."
Xu Mu grinned. "I want them to feel the effects in the middle of nowhere."
Miao He picked up the bottle at her feet and sniffed it.
All she smelled was strong liquor.
But from the moment they left the manor to getting into the car, Xu Mu had been supporting her with one hand the whole time.
He wouldn’t have had a chance to slip Spring Night Grass into the bottle. If it was really in there, then he wasn’t lying.
"They’re here."
Xu Mu checked the rearview mirror—a BMW X5 was tailing them.
Miao He turned around and saw the pursuing car.
On this mountain road, there were hardly any other vehicles.
Which meant Xu Mu was probably telling the truth.
[Affection Points +20]
Fang Chu drove with Zhao Pinglu in the passenger seat, hot on their trail.
Both men were flushed, their bodies reacting in ways they couldn’t ignore.
But they didn’t think much of it.
They just figured their excitement was natural, given the prospect of enjoying such a rare beauty.
However, as time passed, Fang Chu started feeling something was off.
Years ago, he’d stumbled upon an Earth-grade cultivation technique.
It sped up his metabolism, making him resistant to alcohol.
At first, it had worked. So why was his head getting foggier now?
"Something’s wrong!"
Fang Chu realized his body wasn’t reacting normally. Even if Miao He was irresistible, this level of arousal wasn’t natural.
He’d fantasized about Li Yun before—in his eyes, she was even more alluring than Miao He.
But back then, he’d never reacted like this.
He turned to Zhao Pinglu, only to find the man staring at him with a strange, feverish look.
"Damn it! We’ve been tricked!"
Fang Chu finally understood—this wasn’t drunkenness.
It was Spring Night Grass.
He couldn’t figure out how it had happened. The marked wine had all gone to Miao He.
So why was he poisoned?
Was it that punk with the dyed hair?
"Shit!"
Fang Chu immediately swung the car around, intending to head back and have Chai Wang arrange some women for him.
But as he turned, Zhao Pinglu’s hand landed on his thigh.
"Stop! What the hell are you doing?"
Fang Chu barked, seeing the unsettling look in Zhao Pinglu’s eyes.
Was this bastard seriously about to make a move on him?
"Oh? You’re blushing? Let me take a look!"
Zhao Pinglu’s hand didn’t budge.
"Get off me! No!"
"Come on, let me check if you’re developing properly."
"Zhao Pinglu! Snap out of it!"
Fang Chu’s mind was also growing hazy, but his discipline kept him lucid enough to resist.
Then, Zhao Pinglu flicked his long hair back, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.
"Be a good boy. Let me see."
"Goddammit! Get lost!"
Fang Chu summoned his inner energy, ready to blast Zhao Pinglu away.
But Zhao Pinglu grabbed the steering wheel, yanking it wildly.
On this winding mountain road, the car veered off, crashing through the guardrail and tumbling down the slope.
As the car rolled, Fang Chu channeled his energy, shattering the door and hurling himself out.
He gasped for air, his vision swimming, his thoughts reduced to sludge.
Still, instinct drove him to crawl away from the wreck.
If he’d been poisoned, his enemies might seize this chance to finish him off.
"Let me see!"
Zhao Pinglu’s voice slithered into Fang Chu’s ears like a demon’s whisper, sending a jolt of terror through him.
Despite crawling for what felt like forever, he’d somehow ended up right next to Zhao Pinglu.
Fang Chu tried to fight back, but the drug had sapped his strength.
"Pinglu… don’t… Ah! Damn you! Zhao Pinglu, I’ll kill you!"
Fang Chu’s furious screams echoed through the mountains.
...
Xu Mu was still driving along the mountain road when he noticed the pursuing car had vanished.
He checked the time—the drug should’ve taken effect by now.
Out here, they wouldn’t find any women. He wondered how they’d cope.
Xu Mu turned the car around, retracing their path until he spotted the broken guardrail.
"That wasn’t here before. Was that the BMW?" Miao He asked.
"Do you really think they could drive properly after taking Spring Night Grass?"
Xu Mu smirked, pulling over and turning on the hazard lights. "Stay here."
With that, he sprinted down the slope. This was his chance.
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
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
