Chai Wang felt a bit awkward, then coldly snapped, “Can you even talk properly? What the hell do I need this stuff for?”
The butler, naturally sharp, noticed that the lady was also present and immediately understood what was going on.
“Master! I specifically bought this to honor you. The Yang Qi Pill not only works in that department but also strengthens the body,” the butler said with a smile.
“Strengthen the body too? Well, I’d like to give it a try. After all, I’m getting older; taking some supplements can’t hurt,” Chai Wang replied indifferently. “Put it down. You can leave now.”
“Yes, sir.”
After placing the gift box down, the butler turned and left.
“Ahem!”
Chai Wang glanced at Wang Wen. “Sorry about that. You should’ve told me earlier that it also strengthens the body.”
“My bad, my bad, okay?” Wang Wen rolled her eyes and opened the gift box, revealing a small black wooden box inside.
Opening the wooden box, they saw a single vacuum-sealed black pill.
“Such a big box for just one pill. The Xu Family must be dirt poor,” Chai Wang scoffed disdainfully.
“As long as it works, that’s all that matters.”
Wang Wen tore open the vacuum bag, took out the black pill, and handed it to Chai Wang. “Try one first.”
Chai Wang took it, popped it into his mouth, and swallowed before commenting, “It tastes like traditional Chinese medicine—really awful.”
“That just means it’s natural,” Wang Wen said, then turned to leave. “I’m off now.”
“Wait!”
Chai Wang suddenly reached out and called Wang Wen back.
He actually felt something stirring deep inside him—his long-dormant phoenix seemed to be ready to rise from the ashes.
It was a sensation he hadn’t experienced in over ten years.
“What’s wrong?” Wang Wen asked, turning back.
“Come on! Follow me inside!” Chai Wang grabbed her hand.
Wang Wen sighed helplessly. Besides getting spit on by this guy, what else could he possibly do?
One minute later.
Chai Wang was stunned. He had actually returned to his prime.
Considering that drugs like sildenafil barely had any effect on him, the Xu Family’s Yang Qi Pill actually worked.
Wang Wen was equally shocked. Although it was still trash, it was ten times better than before.
This stuff really worked.
If what the Xu Family said was true—that this pill had no side effects—then it could be taken freely in the future, right?
“Although the Xu Family is an enemy, this medicine is genuinely high-grade,” Chai Wang couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
...
It wasn’t just Chai Wang. His son, Chai Xiongtao, also bought several boxes at a high price.
Even Fang Chu got a box, curious to see if the pill was really as miraculous as claimed.
...
At the Dai Family.
Dai Family patriarch Dai Xuan looked at the Yang Qi Pill in his hand and swallowed it immediately.
Moments later, he felt a wave of warmth flowing downward.
“Dad, how is it?” Dai Dongyang asked curiously from the side.
“I didn’t expect the effect to be so obvious. I feel like the medicine they produce is close to top-tier elixirs,” Dai Xuan said, his sharp eyes narrowing. “The Xu Family really has some tricks up their sleeve. This pill is going to sell like crazy.”
“Leave it to me! I will make sure the Xu Family is firmly under our control,” Dai Dongyang smiled. This time, there were only two people he wanted to eliminate—
Xu Shou and Xu Mu.
He deliberately kept Xu Ningbing around—being a woman, she was easy to handle.
Rumor had it that Xu Ningbing was quite beautiful. At that time, he took Xu Ningbing along with the entire Xu Family.
“I trust you. This is also a test for you,” Dai Xuan said to Dai Dongyang, waving his hand. Then he added, “Call your mother and second aunt over. I have something to discuss with them.”
“I’ll go right away.”
Dai Dongyang turned around, a sly smile creeping across his face.
……
At the Nangong Family.
Ren Fuhai sat across from Nangong Ping at the table.
Nangong Ping toyed with a wooden box in his hands, smiling faintly. “Fuhai, what’s your take on this?”
“The valuation of the Xu Family should be at least several times higher,” Ren Fuhai said quietly. “It’s my mistake. I should have invested earlier if I’d known.”
“They’re coming tomorrow. We need to be courteous before we get tough. If the Xu Family wants to establish themselves in Yang City, sincerity is key.”
Nangong Ping’s eyes gazed into the distance.
……
Xu Mu was sitting in his office chair, dialing Jiang Huihui’s number.
When he learned that Jiang Huihui was already planning to visit the Nangong Family tomorrow, he felt relieved.
Then, he called Dai Xingluo and Chen Xuan.
Neither of them planned to go, but given Xu Mu’s invitation, they would certainly show up.
As for Meng Wanyue, there was no doubt she would follow him.
Xu Mu closed his eyes, intending to take a short rest, when Xu Ningbing pushed open the office door.
“Let’s go. Take me to the battlefield.”
Xu Ningbing came over and grabbed Xu Mu’s arm, pulling him out of the room.
She had been busy with the Yang Qi Pill matter these past days, and now that sales were going well, she could finally relax.
Xu Ningbing pushed Xu Mu into the car and drove him to a forested area outside Jiang City.
She first pushed Xu Mu out of the car, locked the door, then changed her clothes inside.
Xu Mu needed to stay alert to the surrounding dangers, so he reluctantly activated his perception.
Indeed, danger was present.
Great danger. Terrifying.
The magnitude of the threat was perhaps slightly less than Li Yun’s, but it was more imposing.
Before long, Xu Ningbing stepped out of the car, now dressed in sportswear.
She took off her clear glasses, tied her hair into a ponytail—looking heroic and spirited.
“I won’t go easy on you.”
Xu Ningbing spoke as she lunged at Xu Mu.
Bang!
The ground beneath her exploded from the dark energy she released.
She threw a punch at Xu Mu, who only took two steps back and dodged the attack.
Seeing this, Xu Ningbing launched a series of attacks on Xu Mu.
But each time, Xu Mu easily evaded her.
After just thirty seconds, Xu Ningbing began to pant, the two large characters “Dragon Nation” on her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Real combat was truly different.
“Xu Mu! Fight back!”
Xu Ningbing stared at Xu Mu, her eyes shining with excitement.
Her little brother was indeed a master.
[Affinity +10]
Suddenly, she remembered the man from yesterday. With her brother’s help, there was no need to look for outsiders.
Swish!
Xu Ningbing attacked again.
“Your left gate is wide open—isn’t that just asking for death?”
Xu Mu dodged to the left and slapped Xu Ningbing on the butt.
“You…”
Xu Ningbing blushed furiously and launched a frenzied attack on Xu Mu.
“See? Getting flustered—that’s your weakness.”
Xu Mu smiled as he dodged the attack and struck the same spot on Xu Ningbing again.
Xu Ningbing was panting heavily. She could clearly see that Xu Mu’s dodging speed wasn’t fast, yet he managed to evade every time.
This proved that his combat skills were far beyond hers.
But someone so strong had once pretended to be afraid of her.
【Favorability +20】
Exhausted, Xu Ningbing sat on the ground, her internal energy completely drained. She hadn’t landed a single hit on Xu Mu.
Even the foul move of charging like a ball hadn’t succeeded.
At this moment, Xu Mu lay with his head in her lap, his eyes instantly clouded by an abyss.
Thunder Punishment, suspended before the face.
It seemed to bind Xu Mu, rendering him unable to move an inch.
In the end, it was Xu Ningbing who pushed Xu Mu away, helping to lift the restriction.
All day long, Xu Mu had been guiding Xu Ningbing.
As the God of Assassins, his insights and experience could save Xu Ningbing from wandering down the wrong path for over a decade.
Xu Mu was also a bit tired. After returning home, he spent a little over an hour with Ye Tong on simple renovations before going to sleep.
……
Another day, Xu Mu was awakened by his phone.
He glanced at the caller ID — Xu Shou. No need to guess, it was a reminder to head over to the Nangong Family.
There was a big event happening at the Nangong Family today.
Xu Mu had a feeling it would exceed everyone’s expectations.

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