Fu Daqiang took a deep breath and shifted into a more comfortable position lying on the ground.
Facing the interrogation from the two in front of him, he dared not hide anything.
“The Tianjian Sect is made up of three mountains, each almost like its own faction. Each peak has its own Elder Council,” Fu Daqiang explained. “And all three Elder Councils answer to the Sect Leader. But now, the old Sect Leader is on his last legs.”
Hearing this, Xu Mu and Jiang Huihui exchanged looks—they had already guessed what was about to happen.
“You mean the old Sect Leader has no successor? That the other Elders might be vying for power?” Xu Mu asked.
“No, the old Sect Leader does have heirs, and quite a few, actually. But most of them are useless. Only three children have decent talent,” Fu Daqiang paused before continuing, “Two sons and one daughter. Each of the three mountains supports one of the kids.”
“I see. So basically, it’s a game of ‘holding the emperor to command the princes.’ Whoever’s kid becomes the Sect Leader, that faction effectively controls the Tianjian Sect,” Jiang Huihui pondered aloud.
“Exactly, that’s the situation.”
Fu Daqiang nodded in agreement.
“If the three mountains are basically separate factions, why not just leave the Tianjian Sect and start their own sects?” Xu Mu asked, looking at Fu Daqiang.
“You don’t know the full story. The Tianjian Sect holds two sets of advanced cultivation techniques, both controlled by the Sect Leader. Rumor has it there’s also a secret realm belonging to the sect. Whoever’s kid becomes the Sect Leader naturally gains control over these resources, which correspond to the Elder Councils,” Fu Daqiang explained.
Xu Mu and Jiang Huihui both nodded upon hearing this.
“Recently, I got word that the Elder of Qingmu Mountain is stockpiling forces and plans to use experts from the Eternal Life Research Institute to deal with the Elder of Yanyang Mountain,” Fu Daqiang suddenly said. “That’s why I said big changes are coming to the Tianjian Sect.”
Xu Mu stroked his chin thoughtfully. Could it be that sending Dai Xingluo over wasn’t just Zhao Gang’s idea, but also the Elders’ plan?
No doubt, Dai Xingluo was a key player.
“Where is the Eternal Life Research Institute located?” Jiang Huihui asked, noticing Xu Mu had stopped questioning.
She hated the Eternal Life Research Institute the most—using children as test subjects.
“I don’t know. We’re just outside contractors with only one or two contacts,” Fu Daqiang shook his head.
Jiang Huihui looked at Xu Mu. “Do you have any other questions?”
“No.” Xu Mu only cared about the Tianjian Sect. He definitely wouldn’t know anything about the Eternal Life Research Institute.
“Alright then.”
Jiang Huihui pointed at Fu Daqiang. “I’m a cleaner. You’re under arrest.”
“What? You’re cleaners?” Fu Daqiang’s face immediately darkened. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have said so much.
Jiang Huihui took out her phone and sent a message, then smiled at Xu Mu. “Thanks again. Because of you, I’ve made a big achievement.”
[Affection +15]
She truly felt that knowing Xu Mu was her good fortune.
“You’re welcome. Nothing much. I’ll be going now,” Xu Mu waved to Jiang Huihui.
…
Back in Jiang City.
Xu Mu first went to find Meng Wanyue. As one of his top experts, he certainly wouldn’t hold back.
Since he had just given Dai Xingluo two Qi Sea Pills, he would definitely give Meng Wanyue two as well.
“Boss Xu, how did you know I was here?”
Meng Wanyue saw Xu Mu jump down from the highway and greeted her with a smile.
【Favorability +10】
“This time I got something good again, so I came specially to give it to you.”
Xu Mu took out a Qi Sea Pill from his body. Seeing the expression on Meng Wanyue’s face, he immediately said, “Be obedient, take it.”
Meng Wanyue originally wanted to refuse, but in the end, she accepted the Qi Sea Pill. “Thank you, Boss Xu.”
“We don’t need to be so formal with each other.”
Xu Mu waved his hand. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first.”
“Boss Xu, a few days ago Sister Ran came to find me again. I took the initiative to invite her to join you.”
Meng Wanyue decided to bring up this matter.
“Oh? What did she say?”
Xu Mu asked with curiosity.
Meng Wanyue told Xu Mu roughly what had happened.
Xu Mu nodded lightly upon hearing this. Her choice to continue staying by Long Wang’s side was not unexpected.
Just as Xiao Ran said, it was because she valued loyalty that she wouldn’t abandon Ye Chen.
However, from what Meng Wanyue implied, Xiao Ran also had her own thoughts, which was good news for Xu Mu.
……
At the same time.
Chen Xuan carried a woven bag and headed toward the back mountain.
He sat cross-legged on a rock, circulating the internal energy of his cultivation method.
Since coming down the mountain, he hadn’t practiced for a long time.
Having promised Xu Mu to help deal with the experts as much as possible, he couldn’t afford to be careless.
Suddenly, Chen Xuan heard rustling sounds coming from the distant forest.
After hesitating briefly, he took out a black robe from the woven bag and put it on to conceal his identity.
He cautiously approached bit by bit, discovering an injured woman holding a long sword, running in their direction.
A man with narrow eyes curled the corners of his mouth into a smirk. “Beauty, you better not run anymore. Just stay with me a few nights, and I’ll show you what true pleasure feels like.”
“Even if I die, I won’t give in to you scumbags from the Yin-Yang Sect!”
The stunning woman in red shouted angrily.
“Yin-Yang Sect?”
Chen Xuan sighed inwardly. “No wonder Mu guessed right. Since there are Yin-Yang Sect people nearby, my neighbor must be involved too.”
“Die! When you’re dead, I’ll have my fun with you while you’re still warm.”
The man wore a lecherous grin.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan immediately dashed forward.
“Who’s there?”
The man shouted, but before he finished, Chen Xuan was already in front of him.
Whoosh!
The narrow-eyed man clenched his fist tightly, creating a fierce gust of wind.
But Chen Xuan used the second move of his Woodcutting Technique, ‘Chop the Tree,’ dodged the attack in an instant, and struck the man’s vulnerable side.
Boom!
Chen Xuan threw a punch, sending the man flying like a cannonball, crashing into a distant rock.
A mouthful of fresh blood burst out.
His eyes flashed with panic as he clutched his chest and fled into the distance.
Chen Xuan had seen too many women like this and didn’t want to get involved with these kinds of troubles. He turned to leave.
“Thank you for saving me! What’s your name?”
The woman in red immediately raised her hand. “I will repay you!”
“Xu Mu.”
Chen Xuan cast a glance at the woman in red, then his figure vanished from the spot.
He grabbed his woven bag and immediately left. Along the way, he took out his phone and called Xu Mu.
If his neighbor really belonged to the Yin-Yang Sect, Chen Xuan planned to move out.
What if, while he was asleep, that woman launched a surprise attack on him? How would he even face his senior sister then?
...
Just as Xu Mu was about to head home, he received Chen Xuan’s call and quickly drove over.
He parked his car in front of Chen Xuan’s house and scanned Zhou Xia with his perception. He was completely stunned.
Damn, this woman was something else.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
