Xu Mu moved incredibly fast, following the trajectory left by the falling vehicle as he sprinted down the mountain.
Miao He was right behind him, descending the mountain together.
If it really was Zhao Pinglu, she didn’t want Xu Mu to kill him.
She still wanted to find out the location of that powerful Gu insect.
Finally, the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, where a massive rock stood. There, they found the BMW from earlier.
The BMW was completely crushed now, and Xu Mu carefully examined it—there was no one inside.
He activated his perception, scanning all living things within range, but still found no trace of Fang Chu or Zhao Pinglu.
“Looks like they got out of the car beforehand.”
Xu Mu glanced around the dense mountain wilderness. Finding Fang Chu here wouldn’t be easy.
After all, Fang Chu possessed a very high Destiny rank.
“You were careless. You shouldn’t have let them get so far ahead,” Miao He said with a smile.
Still, the fact that they rolled down from such a height but managed to run away was enough to prove they weren’t ordinary people.
Maybe Xu Mu’s guess was right.
[Affinity +10]
With no other choice, Xu Mu began climbing back up the mountain.
Throughout the ascent, he kept his perception active.
But no matter how far he searched, there was no sign of Fang Chu.
Returning to the Wuling Hongguang, Xu Mu got in and drove away.
“Why are you doing so much for me? Or is Fang Chu your enemy?” Miao He asked.
“Fang Chu isn’t my enemy, just a rival,” Xu Mu replied, glancing at her. “I hate those lowlife men who use dirty tricks to force women. A real man makes a woman want him.”
[Affinity +10]
Miao He looked out the window, thinking this guy was definitely interesting.
...
Back at the Yangshan villa.
Xu Mu and Miao He got out of the car together.
Miao He hesitated for a moment when she saw the bottle of Maotai liquor in the car but eventually took it with her.
As a Gu practitioner, she had studied all kinds of poisonous insects and herbs.
Chun Ye Cao was colorless and tasteless, and with the strong flavor of the liquor, no normal person would notice it.
She suspected Xu Mu was lying to her.
Still, she decided to test it. If Xu Mu was telling the truth, then he had truly saved her life.
Before leaving, Xu Mu added Miao He’s contact information.
Since he had promised to cooperate with her, he wouldn’t go back on his word.
All he needed from Miao He was one thing: to find out the location of the ruins and tell him.
That way, Xu Mu wouldn’t have to search for it himself.
After bidding farewell to Miao He, Xu Mu left.
...
Miao He sat on the sofa, pouring the liquor from the bottle into a glass.
All poisons depended on dosage—if diluted enough, they were harmless.
Moreover, Chun Ye Cao wouldn’t kill anyone.
She went to the kitchen for a bowl of water, returned to the living room, and poured the water into the glass of liquor.
After stirring, she took a small sip.
Then she lay back on the sofa, closing her eyes to feel the effects.
About ten minutes later, Miao He felt something strange.
Although her mind was very calm, suddenly she couldn’t help but imagine scenes filled with passion and desire.
She was astonished to realize that the man she had imagined all along was none other than Xu Mu.
“Sure enough, it’s Spring Night Grass. Even with just this little, and diluted at that, it still has such an effect,” Miao He murmured softly, feeling a dull ache swelling in her head.
What if someone had forced down a whole cup or two of this poison?
【Affinity +20】
Though she didn’t know exactly how Xu Mu had figured out the wine was poisoned, one thing was clear—he had truly saved her life. Thinking back to Xu Mu’s tall figure and his formidable strength, everything suddenly made perfect sense.
Miao He immediately got up and headed to the bathroom, repeatedly rinsing her face with water.
This drug was indeed powerful; she dared not imagine what would have happened without Xu Mu’s help.
Gradually, the makeup on her face and the black tear stains beneath her eyes began to fade.
At that moment, she pinched something black between two fingers and pulled it out from her eye—a black contact lens.
In the mirror, Miao He’s eyes were a dark red.
She swept aside the silver hair covering her other eye and took out another black contact lens.
In the reflection, she now had silver hair and crimson eyes.
……
Xu Mu returned to the Mu Yue Group.
Thanks to Fang Chu, Zhao Pinglu had survived this time.
Since he was still alive, there was a good chance he might target Feng Yue again.
Xu Mu thought it best to keep Feng Yue at the company. If that wasn’t possible, then she should move out and stop working from the office.
At the company gate, Zhang Que was sitting, already smoking the cigarette Xu Mu had given him.
Xu Mu smiled and greeted him.
Zhang Que nodded with a smile.
Xu Mu walked inside the company, but suddenly recalled something Feng Yue had said.
According to the usual story, Zhang Que was a villain, yet he seemed to treat him well.
Besides, he even wanted to introduce him to a potential partner. Could he really be a bad guy?
He arrived at Feng Yue’s office.
Xu Mu found Feng Yue packing her things.
“Moving out?” Xu Mu asked with a smile.
“Boss, you’re back?” Feng Yue glanced back, then said, “I’m afraid of dying. If I can’t fight it, I’ll just avoid it.”
“What about the company affairs?” Xu Mu asked.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already handed everything over. I can still issue orders online,” Feng Yue replied.
She zipped up her suitcase and smiled at Xu Mu. “I just rented a villa. Boss, I’ll need you to take me there later.”
“No problem,” Xu Mu nodded.
……
Fang Chu clutched his backside, repeatedly pounding a nearby tree with his fists.
Humiliation!
This was the greatest shame of his life!
He hadn’t felt this frustrated even in the Guo family.
Right now, only one thought filled his mind:
This incident must never be known by anyone else.
Otherwise, he’d rather die.
If this got out, he would never hold his head high again.
Even if he stood at the pinnacle of the world, there would always be people sneering at him for being bested.
Fang Chu’s face was dark and gloomy, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
Endure! Endure!
Damn it, I can’t endure this!
“Brother! Sorry, I really didn’t know anything,” Zhao Pinglu said awkwardly.
In fact, he had sensed halfway through that the person in front of him was Fang Chu.
But the arrow was already on the string—he had to shoot. Since it was done, he might as well see it through.
“Old Zhao, it’s alright. After all, we’re brothers,” Fang Chu said, patting Zhao Pinglu’s shoulder.
Suddenly, a razor blade appeared in the palm of Fang Chu’s hand.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a crimson line appeared across Zhao Pinglu’s neck.
Blood gushed out uncontrollably.
“Fang Chu! You bastard…”
Zhao Pinglu’s eyes widened in shock as he clutched his neck, but the blood kept pouring out relentlessly.
“Sorry, brother. If you were still alive, you’d become my inner demon. You deserve to die,” Fang Chu said, his expression calm and unshaken.
In truth, he had been planning to get rid of Zhao Pinglu for some time.
His plan was to kill Zhao Pinglu right after he had been with Miao He, just as Zhao Pinglu was about to make his move.
A woman like her was too precious to waste.
Besides, Miao He was stronger than Zhao Pinglu.
With this deeper connection, perhaps Miao He would come to follow him in the future.
But make no mistake—he had no intention of letting Miao He go.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
