Xu Mu glanced at Miyako Fuka’s reflection in the elevator door.
There was no denying it—this woman’s aura was truly one of a kind.
She had an ethereal, otherworldly air about her, something Xu Mu had never encountered before.
The elevator doors opened.
Xu Mu, hands in his pockets, strode out of the hotel.
As soon as he stepped outside, Dai Dongyang appeared in the distance, waiting.
Xu Mu walked over calmly, stopping in front of him and locking eyes. "Waiting for me?"
"Exactly."
Dai Dongyang raised a finger and suddenly jabbed it toward Xu Mu’s chest.
A sinister grin spread across his face. "Come with me. I’ll take you somewhere."
He had already prepared to catch Xu Mu, expecting him to collapse—but Xu Mu stood firm, showing no signs of faltering.
"What was that for? Since you offered, I’ll return the favor."
Xu Mu flicked his own finger against Dai Dongyang’s chest.
Dai Dongyang’s eyes widened in shock. He stumbled back, clutching his suit where Xu Mu had struck.
The fabric was pierced, and a sharp pain radiated from the spot.
Glancing at his palm, he saw blood.
Dai Dongyang’s expression darkened as he stared at Xu Mu. "You… you’re a martial artist too?"
"Your body’s too weak. Like paper—one poke and you’re done."
Xu Mu had no fear of the Dai family. If Dai Dongyang was looking for death, he wouldn’t mind obliging.
"Interesting. I’ll remember you."
Dai Dongyang glanced at the blood still seeping from his chest before turning and leaving.
He hadn’t expected this man to be a skilled fighter. But his family was no ordinary one—they were a hidden clan.
This wasn’t over.
Xu Mu chuckled. At least the man knew when to retreat.
Still, he doubted Dai Dongyang would let this go.
Xu Mu needed a solid plan.
Checking the time, he decided to head home.
He had originally planned to meet Meng Wanyue, but this encounter had delayed him.
He sent her a message instead, inviting her over for dinner.
This would also be a good chance to test Ye Tong’s "double effect."
Parking in the underground garage, Xu Mu noticed both Ye Tong and Ye Yu were already home.
But when he opened the door, he froze.
Aside from the sisters, there was another woman inside—Feng Yue.
So much for boundaries.
On the coffee table sat cherries and lychees.
The three women were chatting and laughing on the sofa, a picture of harmony.
The scene was so surreal that Xu Mu could only stare.
Ye Tong was one thing, but even Ye Yu seemed unfazed. That wasn’t normal.
"Is this the master of the house? Such a dignified presence."
Feng Yue held Ye Tong’s hand, pretending this was her first time seeing Xu Mu.
"Yes, this is my husband, Xu Mu," Ye Tong said with a smile.
"Brother-in-law, you’re back!" Ye Yu jumped up from the sofa. "This is our new neighbor. She brought some fruit as a housewarming gift."
Xu Mu forced an awkward smile. "Nice to meet you."
"I’m Feng Yue. As neighbors, let’s get along well."
She stood and approached him, giving him a playful wink.
"Welcome," Xu Mu replied.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Using his heightened senses, Xu Mu checked—it was Meng Wanyue.
Now, instead of three women, there’d be four.
He opened the door and ushered her in.
With this many gathered, it was time to perform. Today’s "righteousness points" depended on it.
"Wanyue, come join us!" Ye Tong beckoned.
Meng Wanyue sat beside her, slightly nervous, as Ye Tong took her hand.
Ye Tong’s smile was unstoppable.
Perfect.
Reinforcements had arrived.
She’d have to work harder to keep them close.
Her grand plan needed to unfold sooner—to teach Xu Mu a lesson.
"Wanyue, let me introduce you. This is Feng Yue, our new neighbor," Ye Tong said warmly.
"You’re so pretty. I envy you young ladies—I’m already old," Feng Yue sighed, eyeing Meng Wanyue.
"Not at all. You’re still youthful," Meng Wanyue replied politely.
"I’ll start cooking. With so many guests, you’ll get to taste my skills," Xu Mu announced.
"What? Mr. Xu can cook? I’m so jealous of you all, living under the same roof with such a man," Feng Yue gushed.
Though her tone was exaggerated, her envy was genuine.
She never expected a man of Xu Mu’s caliber to cook at home.
Black text floated above her head:
[Affection +10]
Ye Yu crossed her arms, her cute face beaming with pride. Compliments for her brother-in-law pleased her too.
[Affection +10]
Meng Wanyue stole a glance at Xu Mu. Had he gotten even handsomer?
[Affection +10]
Then, black text appeared above Ye Tong’s head:
[Affection +30]
Xu Mu marveled inwardly. His wife was on another level.
With more people and Ye Tong’s "double effect," the gains would be insane.
"If the food’s bad, blame it on you beauties distracting me," Xu Mu teased.
[Affection +10]
[Affection +10]
[Affection +15]
[Affection +35]
Heavenly.
The righteousness points were pouring in.
Grinning, Xu Mu hurried to the kitchen.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.
Ye Yu hopped up. "I’ll get it!"
She checked the camera and recognized the woman outside before opening the door.
Moments later, a short-haired woman in a trench coat walked in.
It was Xiao Ran—one of Ye Chen’s subordinates.
Meng Wanyue stood immediately. "Sister Ran!"
"My, what a lively gathering," Xiao Ran remarked with a smile.
Xu Mu emerged from the kitchen, spoon in hand. His brow furrowed briefly at the sight of her before he forced a smile.
"Perfect timing. Dinner’s almost ready."
His frown came from suspicion—Xiao Ran’s arrival likely meant trouble related to Ye Chen.
"I never took you for a cook. I’ll have to sample your skills," Xiao Ran said.
Black text appeared above her:
[Affection +6]
Ye Tong’s head mirrored the same increase.
"Sister Ran, why are you here?" Meng Wanyue asked.
She had already decided—even if Ye Chen ordered her elsewhere, she wouldn’t comply.
"My purpose is simple," Xiao Ran said, turning to Ye Tong and Ye Yu. "I need a few strands of your hair… and a drop of blood."
"What for?" Feng Yue demanded, instantly wary.
Xu Mu set down the dishes, his eyes narrowing.
So it was happening this soon.
It seems Ye Chen has already found out that Ye Tong and Ye Yu are not related to him by blood.
The next step would be Ye Chen coming to Jiang City to pursue Ye Tong.

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.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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?"