Fang Chu dug a pit and buried Zhao Pinglu in it.
Afterwards, clutching his backside, he hobbled along the mountain path.
His mind was filled with nothing but resentment; he needed to vent.
Taking down Miao He wasn’t going to be that easy.
He wasn’t reckless enough yet to blatantly ignore the presence of the cleaning staff and make a move against Miao He in broad daylight.
So...
A woman suddenly appeared in Fang Chu’s mind—Li Yun!
It was time to make a move on her.
Fang Chu had known Li Yun for three years. They met when he married into the Guo family.
Over the years, he had helped Li Yun’s family quite a bit.
Now it was time to collect, principal and interest included.
Li Yun was a strong woman, but she had one fatal weakness—her daughter, Zhao Yingying.
...
At this moment, Xu Mu was already on the move, accompanied by Feng Yue.
They had entrusted Zhang Que with the company’s security. The reason was simple—Feng Yue was about to go on a business trip, so Zhang Que would take over.
Zhang Que readily agreed and even asked for Xu Mu’s contact information instead of Feng Yue’s.
“Boss, turn left and get on the highway,” Feng Yue said with a smile from the passenger seat.
Xu Mu was a bit surprised. “The place you rented this time is in Jiang City?”
“That’s right,” Feng Yue nodded. “I think Jiang City is safer.”
Xu Mu agreed; it made sense.
After driving into Jiang City, Feng Yue began giving directions.
Xu Mu frowned slightly. Why did this road feel increasingly familiar?
Suddenly, it hit him. “Isn’t this the way to my house?”
“Funny coincidence, right? The place I rented happens to be in your neighborhood,” Feng Yue said with a smile.
Xu Mu glanced at Feng Yue and drove into the villa community. “Which house?”
“Just park in front of your place,” Feng Yue winked at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to live at my place.”
Xu Mu parked in front of his own house. “Though my house is pretty big.”
“Of course not. A proper mistress knows to keep her distance from the wife,” Feng Yue said.
After getting out, Feng Yue opened the trunk and took out her luggage.
Xu Mu noticed her turning and walking away, hurriedly asking, “Why so secretive? Don’t want me to recognize my own front door...?”
Before he could finish, he froze.
Because Feng Yue stopped in front of the villa next door, punched in the code, and opened the gate.
Xu Mu was stunned.
Well, well, turns out she lives right next door.
He began to wonder if she could hear him and Ye Tong working on renovations at night.
But one thing Xu Mu was sure of—his surveillance covered Feng Yue’s villa.
From now on, he could watch her every move.
“Don’t worry, boss. I’m very respectful of boundaries. I’ll keep my distance from the lady of the house,” Feng Yue smiled and waved before heading inside the villa.
Xu Mu shook his head softly. Feng Yue living here was good—it meant at least her safety was guaranteed.
Besides, Feng Yue was different from Dai Xingluo and wouldn’t harm Ye Tong or Ye Yu.
Seeing that it was still early, Xu Mu decided to leave again.
Since he had returned, Xu Mu planned to check on how Meng Wanyue was doing.
But just then, he received a phone call—if the caller hadn’t called, Xu Mu might have almost forgotten.
The caller was none other than Feng Jian.
“Xu Shao! Where are you right now? What about my medicine?” Feng Jian got straight to the point.
Xu Mu felt that the troubles with the Feng family were over. This guy had helped him out a bit, so he decided to help him get better.
After all, Feng Jian was a kind-hearted and righteous man.
“I was just about to call you. This time, I begged the divine doctor for a better remedy. Wait for me a moment,” Xu Mu said before hanging up.
He then returned home and used some first- and second-grade heavenly materials to quickly concoct a pill.
Once the pill was ready, he messaged Feng Jian.
Feng Jian immediately replied that he was currently at the Ningbing Yinxue Hotel in Jiang City.
Knowing this, Xu Mu set off right away.
In Jiang City, the two five-star hotels owned by the Xu Group were named after Xu Mu and Xu Ningbing respectively.
One was called Rumu Chunfeng, and the other was Ningbing Yinxue.
When Xu Mu drove to the hotel, the security guards recognized his license plate and immediately hurried over to greet him.
They all knew the reputation of this notorious young master.
If they angered him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Xu Mu headed inside the hotel. Just as he stepped in, he noticed two people talking nearby.
However, they were speaking the Islander language.
Since Xu Mu had obtained a language certificate, he understood every word clearly.
“Third floor, the Japanese restaurant.”
Xu Mu whispered to himself, then activated his perception.
The entire third floor fell within his sensory range.
He scanned the area and eventually spotted a familiar woman in a private room.
Miyako Fuka.
She was the woman who had been chatting with Zhang Que outside Feng Yue’s company gate.
Surprisingly, Feng Jian was also on the third floor.
Xu Mu didn’t understand why Miyako Fuka was here. Someone of her caliber coming to Jiang City would naturally attract attention.
Xu Mu quickened his pace and, together with the two Islanders from before, took the elevator up.
The two Islanders were cautious; after seeing Xu Mu enter, they fell silent.
They soon arrived on the third floor. The two headed toward a distant private room.
Xu Mu approached Feng Jian and sat down opposite him.
“Xu Shao!”
Feng Jian grinned lecherously and pointed to a nearby private room. “There’s a beauty inside. Her aura is absolutely stunning.”
“You really have an addiction. Your body’s barely holding up, yet you’re still ogling beauties all day,” Xu Mu chided as he took out a black pill from his pocket. “This pill should cure your illness completely.”
“Can it really cure me directly?” Feng Jian looked incredulous, then was deeply moved. “Xu Shao, a friend in need is a friend indeed. You’re truly my big brother!”
With the Feng family’s downfall, the wealthy second-generation playboys in Yang City who had once been friendly with Feng Jian now distanced themselves from him.
Some even mocked his mother, Chen Cai.
Unable to bear it, Feng Jian lashed out, and others called the police, leading to his arrest and a few days in custody.
He had just been released today.
At this moment, he finally experienced the cold realities of human relationships.
Unexpectedly, in the end, his former enemy turned out to be the one who treated him the best.
“Where’s your mother?”
Xu Mu asked suddenly.
“She’s also in Jiang City. She feels it’s too embarrassing and doesn’t plan to show her face anymore.”
Feng Jian took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp. “But Feng Yue really has talent. With her taking a share of the dividends, we’ll be able to live well from now on.”
Xu Mu nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed another person heading toward a private room nearby.
This man was dressed in a sharp suit, walking with an air of unstoppable momentum.
He looked to be around thirty years old, his gaze arrogant and full of overwhelming confidence.
Xu Mu casually scanned him with his Divine Eye.
Name: Dai Dongyang
Identity: Son of the Dai Family’s Patriarch
Favorability: 0
Destiny Level: 2 (Max level 10)
Seeing this, Xu Mu was filled with surprise—this was actually the second son of the Dai Family.
In the secluded Dai Family, the eldest son Dai Xiao had died, making Dai Dongyang the second son.
This guy was no ordinary man.
“Feng Jian?”
Dai Dongyang was about to enter the private room but suddenly looked over at Feng Jian, who was beside Xu Mu.
With a mocking grin, he strode over.

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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

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.”