Xu Mu glanced to his left, then to his right.
Fierce and domineering.
Yet they were two completely different types.
The most immediate impression was that Li Yun had a voluptuous figure, while Xu Ningbing had perfect proportions.
But at first glance, Xu Ningbing still seemed more formidable.
Ultimately, it all came down to contrast.
Because Xu Ningbing’s slender willow-like waist made her impact even more striking.
Unconsciously, Xu Mu began to fantasize about what it would be like to experience the "fusion technique" from both of them at once.
In such a scenario, he wondered if his nearly 1,000-point physique could withstand it.
"I thought she was from the Yang City branch?"
Xu Ningbing looked at Xu Mu and asked.
"Her daughter was framed. I’ve already gathered evidence, and I plan to ask the old man to arrange a lawyer for her."
Xu Mu paused before adding, "The person who framed her daughter is the same one who slandered our Xu family before."
Hearing this, Xu Ningbing’s delicate brows furrowed. "No need to involve Dad. Just come to my office—I’ll sign off on it for her."
"Thank you, President Xu."
Li Yun’s face was filled with gratitude.
To her, whether it was the chairman or the president, it made no difference.
The president’s office.
Li Yun felt slightly nervous stepping in for the first time.
She had heard plenty about the company’s affairs lately.
Rumors painted Xu Ningbing as an iron-willed female president, decisive and ruthless in her work.
Just the aura alone was extraordinary.
Before long, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
Xu Ningbing’s voice was calm.
The office door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and black-framed glasses walked in with a smile.
"President, you asked for me."
"This is Li Yun, a supervisor from our Yang City branch. Her daughter was framed—give her your full cooperation."
Xu Ningbing pointed at Li Yun.
"Understood."
The man nodded.
"Xu Mu, President Xu, thank you both."
Li Yun was overflowing with gratitude.
"Sister Yun, you two can go ahead and get to work."
Xu Mu waved at her with a smile.
"Alright."
Li Yun felt her face flush slightly. Being called "Sister Yun" in front of others made her a little self-conscious.
[Affection +10]
Li Yun and the middle-aged man left together, ready to discuss the details of the situation.
Once they were gone, Xu Mu turned to Xu Ningbing. "Sis, I got my hands on something good again. Want it?"
"What?"
Xu Ningbing immediately stood up from her seat and was at Xu Mu’s side in an instant, gripping his arm.
"You were so cold just a moment ago. The switch-up is unreal."
Xu Mu was speechless. He had almost thought Xu Ningbing was jealous, seeing him so close to another woman with such… generous assets.
"As president, I have to maintain authority in front of outsiders."
Xu Ningbing clung to his arm. "Xu Mu, what is it?"
Feeling the pressure against his arm, Xu Mu cleared his throat. "Nothing much, just a Qi Sea Pill."
As he spoke, he pulled out a pill from his pocket.
"Another Qi Sea Pill?"
Xu Ningbing’s eyes widened, and she immediately snatched it up.
[Affection +15]
She had already learned from Xu Shou just how powerful these pills were.
Among the hidden elite sects, only those with formidable backgrounds or prodigious talent could afford them.
Yet here was Xu Mu, casually handing them out like candy.
"Am I good to you?"
Xu Mu grinned.
"Very."
Xu Ningbing nodded emphatically.
After delivering the pill, Xu Mu made his exit.
He still had to find Meng Wanyue—this time, he planned to bring her along to the ancient ruins.
At that level, finding treasures alone wouldn’t be easy.
It was better to bring a few people to search together.
After a quick call, he learned Meng Wanyue was training in the woods outside the city.
When he arrived, she wiped her sweat and approached. "President Xu, what brings you here?"
"I got my hands on some treasures—brought them for you."
Xu Mu pulled out three Qi Sea Pills. "Take one every three days. See if you can push your limits further."
"President Xu… three Qi Sea Pills? This is…"
Meng Wanyue was stunned. These were seventh-grade pills!
Were they just free now?
"Just take them."
Xu Mu grabbed her hand and placed the pills in her palm.
[Affection +20]
Meng Wanyue’s eyes reddened with emotion. She never imagined meeting a man willing to give her so much.
"President Xu! I swear I’ll get stronger!"
She clenched her fists.
"I believe it. I’ll be counting on you in the future."
Xu Mu patted her back. "Keep at it."
"Yes!"
Her gaze was resolute.
Unlike before, she now had her own convictions and goals.
If Ye Chen tried to assign her a mission that took her away from Xu Mu, she’d refuse outright—even if it meant turning against him.
Meanwhile, Xu Mu was already on his way to Yang City.
While on the highway, he sent a message to Dai Xingluo.
Learning she was at the antique shop as usual, he headed straight there.
Come to think of it, he’d recently had a minor clash with Dai Dongyang from the Dai family.
Might as well get Dai Xingluo’s take on it.
If her answer satisfied him, he wouldn’t just give her a Qi Sea Pill—he’d also hand over the Phoenix Flame Sword.
Inside the antique shop, Li Zizai was dusting porcelain with a feather duster.
Dai Xingluo, dressed in Hanfu with her hair cascading over her shoulders, wore an exquisite hairpin adorned with a begonia flower.
She sat at the table, brewing tea.
Standing at the entrance, Xu Mu couldn’t help but marvel—she looked like a fairy stepped out of an ancient painting.
Yet this very woman was a yandere.
"Xingluo."
Xu Mu walked in with a smile.
Dai Xingluo’s beautiful eyes lifted slightly before lowering again. "I wonder which sister has been keeping my brother so occupied these past few days that he’s neglected me."
"I was hunting for treasures. Came straight here to deliver yours."
Xu Mu took a seat across from her.
"Or perhaps these are just castoffs from another sister, and my brother is merely humoring me?"
Her voice was tinged with melancholy.
Xu Mu placed two Qi Sea Pills in front of her.
Dai Xingluo, mid-pour, froze. Then she lowered her head with a soft laugh. "It seems I’ve misjudged you."
[Affection +10]
Beside them, Li Zizai stared at the two pills, lamenting that he wasn’t a woman.
He knew Dai Xingluo was generous, but something this valuable? No way she’d share.
"Damn right you did!"
Xu Mu crossed his arms, feigning indifference.
"Brother, let me pour you some tea."
Dai Xingluo smiled, handing him a cup.
"That’s more like it."
Xu Mu accepted it, then asked, "I had a run-in with someone recently—Dai Dongyang."
Dai Xingluo’s eyes narrowed. "Did you kill him?"
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.
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
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.”
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?"
