Xu Mu saw that the two were safe and sound, and his anxious heart finally settled.
He immediately walked towards Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue, with Chen Xuan following close behind him.
Arriving beside the group, Xu Mu didn't directly remove the hood of his black robe.
He merely pulled the hood back a bit to reveal his face.
Liang Yi had already memorized his appearance; showing it fully would definitely lead to discovery.
"It's good that you're both okay."
Xu Mu said to the two with a smile.
"Boss Xu, I was so worried about you."
Meng Wanyue immediately stepped forward, grabbing Xu Mu's arm, her face full of concern.
On that previous grassland, she had searched for a long time but couldn't find any trace of Xu Mu.
Instead, she found the person she disliked, Dai Xingluo.
"Brother, you scared me to death."
Upon seeing Xu Mu, Dai Xingluo also immediately pounced over, wrapping her arms around his other arm.
"Junior Sister Xingluo is truly interesting, deliberately finding a man to provoke me? You've succeeded."
To the side stood a man wearing a black trench coat.
He had a square face, long flowing hair, and a long sword strapped to his back.
He drew the sword, pointing it at Xu Mu in front of him, and said coldly, "Dai Xingluo is the woman I, Zhao Gang, have set my sights on. If you don't want to die, stay away from her."
Meng Wanyue saw him pointing the sword at Xu Mu and prepared to act, but Xu Mu stopped her.
"Brother, a melon forced from the vine is never sweet."
Xu Mu didn't need to think to know this man was the senior brother Dai Xingluo had mentioned earlier.
"Zhao Gang, can't you stop pestering me! I told you years ago, I'm not interested in you!"
Dai Xingluo's willow-like eyebrows shot up, a murderous glint in her eyes.
Seeing this, Xu Mu was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Dai Xingluo to be so aloof when facing other men.
He had previously thought she was the same with everyone.
"Dai Xingluo, it's enough that I'm interested in you. Your talent is excellent. After marrying me, even as a concubine, I can guarantee you'll have the same status as the principal wife."
Zhao Gang looked at Dai Xingluo's classical beauty aura, his eyes filled with fervor. "Once you marry me, you'll no longer be an outer sect disciple. You can learn our sect's top-tier techniques."
"I'm not interested. Brother, let's go."
Dai Xingluo pulled Xu Mu's arm, turning to leave.
"Junior Sister! My patience has its limits. I think you should know that back at the Heavenly Sword Sect, I already had the ability to force you."
Zhao Gang's expression gradually turned sinister. "This is me respecting you. After all, in the future, you'll still have to live together with your six elder sisters."
"Six? Hold on, buddy..."
Xu Mu couldn't help but exclaim.
Before he could finish his sentence, he was dragged away by Dai Xingluo.
"Junior Sister Xingluo, I'll give you one more hour. After that, I'll start using methods you won't like."
Zhao Gang sheathed his sword and walked into the distance.
"Good grief! Master was right, a beautiful woman is trouble indeed."
Chen Xuan muttered beside them.
These women really were trouble, especially the beautiful ones.
"What did you say?"
Dai Xingluo stared at Chen Xuan and asked.
"Oh... I said Huoxiang Zhengqi Water. The weather is just too hot."
Chen Xuan hurriedly waved his hands.
...
Elsewhere.
Fang Chu was still battling Liang Yi, and the fight was becoming increasingly intense.
But as the battle continued, Liang Yi sensed something was off.
Judging by his style, he was completely different from the previous "Fang Chu."
Thinking this, she launched another attack towards Fang Chu.
Liang Yi's move this time was just a feint; her real target was the black robe on Fang Chu's body.
She seized the chance, grabbed it, and tore with force.
The black robe ripped apart completely, revealing Fang Chu's figure.
Seeing this, Liang Yi immediately frowned. "You're not Fang Chu?"
"Of course I'm Fang Chu!"
Fang Chu said this, then asked, "Could it be we just share the same name?"
"Exactly. A man claimed to be Fang Chu. The one I'm looking for is him, not you!"
Liang Yi took a deep breath. No wonder it felt off.
Their fighting styles and techniques were completely different.
"What are the odds?"
Fang Chu thought for a moment, then remembered the two people he had encountered earlier at the foot of the mountain.
He then asked, "What does the Fang Chu you mentioned look like?"
"He's taller than you, about one meter eighty-five, and... quite handsome..."
Liang Yi didn't really know how to describe him, but that scoundrel was somewhat good-looking.
"Is it him?"
Upon hearing "one meter eighty-five," Fang Chu took out his phone, found a photo of Xu Mu, and showed it.
"Yes! That's him! You know him?"
Liang Yi stared at the phone and asked.
"Of course I know him. He's my enemy, impersonating my name!"
Fang Chu cursed angrily. "Damn it! That bastard Xu Mu is even more shameless than me!"
"His name is Xu Mu?" Liang Yi asked.
"Exactly. Where is he? I'm going to kill him. This isn't the outside world!"
Fang Chu was trembling with rage.
"I don't know either, but he's definitely here. Let's find him together!"
Liang Yi knew how to find Xu Mu: he had a companion carrying a woven bag.
Even wearing a black robe, that person still carried it, so the back of the robe was very bulging.
Like a hunchback, easy to spot.
...
On Xu Mu's side, he had already explained the whole story from beginning to end to Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue.
Now, he had four formation bracelets in his possession. Adding the three people before him made seven.
Plus the one in Miao He's hands, that made eight.
If Miao He could find one more, they could leave this formation.
"Oh no!"
Just as Xu Mu was speaking, he sensed two people approaching: Fang Chu and Liang Yi.
Since Fang Chu's face was exposed, it was clear the misunderstanding had been resolved.
"Brother Mu, what's wrong?" Chen Xuan asked curiously.
"Nothing. Old Chen, I'm entrusting these two to you for now. Make sure nothing happens to them. Wait for me to get one more bracelet, then I'll come find you."
After saying this, Xu Mu took off the hood of his black robe and walked outside.
"Boss Xu!"
Meng Wanyue immediately followed behind Xu Mu, clearly wanting to face the enemy with him.
"Wanyue, be good."
Xu Mu smiled at Meng Wanyue.
"Brother! Once we leave these ruins, let's get married!"
Dai Xingluo said with a serious face.
"Damn it! Usually when someone says that kind of line, we never make it out!"
Xu Mu shot a glare at Dai Xingluo and walked outside.
He had just stepped out of the building when Fang Chu in the distance spotted him first.
"Damn it! Xu Mu, you're dead today!"
Fang Chu roared and charged towards Xu Mu first.
Liang Yi followed closely behind. She had a feeling that the scoundrel who had performed that "Millennium Kill" on her earlier was probably him.
Because seeing Xu Mu made her backside ache faintly.
Xu Mu tried to distance himself from the Grandmaster-level expert over there, running in another direction.
He hadn't run far when another person charged towards him.
It was none other than Zhao Gang.
Seeing this person, Liang Yi stopped and asked, "A person from the Heavenly Sword Sect? Are you protecting him?"
After all, Zhao Gang was the senior brother of the Green Wood Mountain branch of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and very powerful.
"Of course not. I'd be delighted if he died. I'm just here to watch the show."
Zhao Gang shot Xu Mu a disdainful smile. It looked like he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; the man would die on his own.
Xu Mu's expression grew serious. He drew the dagger he had been steeping.
These three were all skilled fighters; he couldn't afford to be careless.
"Spring Night Grass" would be perfect for 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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...