Li Yun knelt directly in front of Xu Mu.
“Xiao Mu, thank you. You really are like a savior to us.”
“Get up quickly.”
Xu Mu hurriedly pulled Li Yun to her feet. “Helping you is only right—we’re family after all.”
Only then did Li Yun rise, though tears of gratitude still streamed down her face.
“Alright, I think you already know who’s the mastermind behind all this,” Xu Mu said softly as he helped Li Yun sit beside him.
“I’ve already guessed. Usually, the culprit is the one who stands to gain the most,” Li Yun said, her eyes growing cold. “It’s Fang Chu!”
“That’s right. It has to be him. No one’s that good a friend to just hand over a beauty like you, Li Yun, to someone else for nothing.”
Xu Mu nodded calmly.
[Affinity +10]
Li Yun glanced at Xu Mu shyly. “I’m just an old woman, after all.”
“With skin this firm… you call yourself old?” Xu Mu chuckled.
Li Yun blushed deeply. Just then, her phone rang.
She took it out and glanced at the screen. Her expression instantly turned icy. “It’s that bastard Fang Chu!”
Originally, her feelings toward Fang Chu were just dislike.
For example, the dirty tricks he used earlier to slander the Xu family’s company.
But now, Fang Chu had even threatened her at the cost of putting Zhao Yingying behind bars.
Li Yun’s feelings had long since shifted from mere dislike to hatred.
“I’m blocking him. I don’t want to feel sick every time he calls.”
She was about to hang up.
“Don’t hang up just yet. Fang Chu won’t let this go easily. If you hang up on him, he might come after you,” Xu Mu warned from the side.
Hearing this, Li Yun nodded and answered the call.
“Auntie! What’s going on? Have you finally lost it and want Yingying to go to jail?” Fang Chu’s voice came through.
Then he added, “I get it, I get it. After all, this kind of thing concerns a woman’s reputation, huh?”
“I heard men who say ‘I get it’ all the time can’t have kids,” Xu Mu said into the phone.
“Damn it! Who are you? Xu Mu?” Fang Chu’s voice immediately rose several decibels.
“That’s right. It’s me,” Xu Mu replied calmly.
“Where’s Li Yun? Why do you have her phone?” Fang Chu asked coldly.
“She went to the bathroom and hasn’t come back yet. I saw it was you, so I answered it for her. What’s the matter?” Xu Mu asked nonchalantly.
“What are you doing with her? What are you two up to?” Fang Chu asked in a low voice.
“We’re talking about why you’re so shameless. What did Yingying ever do to you that you’d go out of your way to target her?” Xu Mu said firmly.
“You… you’re talking nonsense! Stop stirring up trouble!” Fang Chu snorted coldly.
“Fang Chu, we’ve already found the evidence. My daughter is safe,” Li Yun’s voice came through.
“I’m busy here, gotta go,” she said, then hung up and immediately blocked the number again.
Even saying one more word to someone like that made her feel sick.
…
After bidding farewell to Li Yun, Xu Mu prepared to head home.
It had been a busy day, but at least he’d helped Zhao Yingying get out of trouble.
He returned home.
Feng Yue was at his place again.
She was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Ye Yu, as if she were at home.
“Brother-in-law, you’re back?”
Ye Yu smiled and greeted Xu Mu as soon as she saw him.
Xu Mu nodded lightly.
“The great chef is back?”
Feng Yue also smiled at Xu Mu. “I was actually planning to come over for your cooking today, but you seem busy, so I guess I’ll have to mooch off the lady of the house instead.”
“Honey, just a moment, it’ll be ready soon.”
Ye Tong’s head peeked out from the kitchen.
“Okay.”
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, closing his eyes to savor the moment.
Ye Tong, Feng Yue, and Li Yun—all three had their own unique charms.
If he had to pick who was best or worst, Xu Mu honestly couldn’t decide.
But if forced to choose, he would definitely pick Ye Tong.
For the future, this kind of thing was just one aspect; what mattered most was the person herself.
Looking at Ye Tong’s smiling face as she came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, Xu Mu knew his choice was right.
The four of them sat around the table. Ye Yu was the first to serve Xu Mu some food. “Brother-in-law, eat!”
“Alright.”
Xu Mu smiled and nodded, lifting his bowl to eat.
“This tastes even better than yesterday,” Feng Yue said with a smile, glancing at Ye Tong.
“Don’t joke around. I still have a long way to go before I catch up to my husband,” Ye Tong replied, fully aware that Feng Yue was flattering her. She knew very well the gap between her and Xu Mu.
“Coming to my place to mooch food and then comparing yourself to me? Then don’t come again,” Xu Mu said, looking at Feng Yue.
“You’ve got me wrong. I didn’t come here on my own today,” Feng Yue chuckled.
“Honey, I invited her,” Ye Tong said, glancing at Xu Mu. “Cooking for one more person makes no difference to me.”
She had to seize the opportunity, especially with Feng Yue being their neighbor—someone she could see every day.
She had already done some digging: Feng Yue was unmarried and didn’t have a boyfriend. Wasn’t that perfect?
And judging by her figure, she seemed able to handle more. Later on, she could be like two people in one.
Ye Tong’s plan was already underway.
After the meal.
Feng Yue had originally planned to leave, but Ye Tong grabbed her hand and said, “Stay and watch some TV.”
After all, they were neighbors—only a few steps away.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, opening his tablet.
Come to think of it, this morning he had just finished a ten-pull draw and hadn’t had time to recharge before Li Yun called him over.
Now he had two more ten-pull draws ready, and he planned to finish them all and then recharge.
Before that, Xu Mu opened his storage space and took out some second-grade elixirs he had drawn earlier—the Ear Spirit Pills.
He was well aware of the effects of this pill.
This was a good item. Simply put, it could cure tinnitus and hearing loss.
Generally, as people age, they may develop hearing loss and have trouble hearing others clearly.
Most hearing loss is irreversible and can’t be treated medically—only hearing aids can help.
But this pill could solve that problem.
Besides, it could also treat tinnitus.
Many cases of tinnitus are congenital. Even young people can hear sounds resembling cicadas chirping late at night when everything is quiet.
Severe cases can disrupt sleep, but this pill can solve that problem as well.
Xu Mu placed it in his mouth and immediately understood how to make it.
It requires two first-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Overall, they are not particularly rare, so this pill can be mass-produced.
However, it definitely can’t be marketed like weight loss pills. It seems this pill will have to target the high-end market.
Afterward, Xu Mu began drawing rewards to see what good things he could get this time.
[ Ding! Congratulations, Host has gained 20 cultivation points. ]
[ Ding! Congratulations, Host has obtained an Earth-level technique: Concealment. ]
Seeing this, Xu Mu was filled with surprise—another Earth-level technique.
But judging by the name, it didn’t seem to be meant for combat.

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.”

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.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?"