"Of course, I also enjoy watching the news. We can watch the daily headlines together," Fang Kui said to Xu Mu with a smile.
Xu Mu was a bit bewildered. He couldn't tell if this woman was truly this naive and knew nothing, or if she was just pretending.
However, no matter what, Xu Mu wouldn't let himself get caught between her and Chen Xuan.
"Sorry, beautiful. I won't be going to Kunlun Mountain, and I won't let you be my girlfriend either."
Xu Mu pointed at Jiang Huihui, who was standing to the side with her hands in her pockets, blowing bubbles. "You saw the competition. Please don't say things like that in front of my fiancée."
[Favorability +10]
Jiang Huihui continued chewing her gum, but her eyes drifted elsewhere.
This Xu Mu, he sure knows how to talk.
[Favorability +3]
A favorability indicator also appeared above Fang Kui's head; she was gradually becoming impressed by Xu Mu.
Nevertheless, she still said, "Sects are different from the outside world. I can marry you."
"Don't be fooled by my build, I'm actually quite weak. I might not even be able to satisfy one wife, let alone others."
Xu Mu patted Chen Xuan's shoulder. "Old Chen, you chat with her for a bit more. We'll wait for you in the car."
After saying that, Xu Mu and Jiang Huihui walked together down the mountain.
"Mu Ge..."
Chen Xuan called out, then shook his head slightly. He felt it was better to be honest.
Like with Jiang Huihui, and Xia Sihan before, it was only by directly stating the truth that the marriage arrangements were called off.
"Fang Kui, to be honest, I already have someone I like. Our marriage arrangement back then was decided by my master and your grandfather, without our consent."
Chen Xuan took a deep breath and looked at Fang Kui. "My master has also been dead for three years. Let's consider the marriage arrangement void."
"Okay."
Fang Kui nodded lightly, but tears welled up in her eyes. "My grandfather died too, a year ago."
Hearing this, Chen Xuan was somewhat surprised. He remembered his master saying that Fang Kui's grandfather was an elder of Kunlun Mountain.
Her parents had already died fighting against the otherworldly races.
Now that Fang Kui's grandfather had also passed, it meant she was alone in the world, just like him.
No wonder her personality seemed to have changed.
He remembered her being quite willful as a child, with a young mistress's temper, but now she had toned it down a lot. Perhaps it was precisely because her grandfather died, leaving her without backing.
"My condolences."
Chen Xuan said calmly. "I understand that feeling. I went through it three years ago."
"It's fine. It's all in the past."
After speaking, Fang Kui turned and left, quickly disappearing from sight.
The black-robed figure behind her did not leave but instead said to Chen Xuan, "The spirit fields and cultivation array grounds under Elder Kui's management were all taken over by other elders. Now she's even worse off than an ordinary disciple."
Hearing this, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sigh.
Now she was all alone; she definitely couldn't hold onto the resources her grandfather once had.
"Not only that, her cultivation resources are being withheld. The only way for her to recover is to marry the descendant of another elder."
The black-robed person continued.
"Rumors say Kunlun Mountain is a model for countless sects. I didn't expect it to be so despicable too."
Chen Xuan couldn't help but say bitterly upon hearing this.
"The King of Hell is easy to meet, but his little devils are hard to deal with. The Kunlun Mountain sect leader is indeed fine. The despicable ones are these elders with a bit of power."
After speaking, the black-robed person followed after Fang Kui. "Chen Xuan, I hope you can help her. I can tell she has liked you since she was little."
Before Chen Xuan could reply, the black-robed person vanished from sight.
"Ah."
Chen Xuan sighed deeply. "Women, such troublesome creatures indeed."
...
Xu Mu and Jiang Huihui were already sitting in the car.
Jiang Huihui sat in the passenger seat and asked curiously, "Do you really come from the 'Zhengde Faxie Sect'?"
"That's right."
Xu Mu nodded lightly.
"Why haven't I heard of it?"
Jiang Huihui looked at her phone, puzzled. "There's no record in the Sanitation Department either."
"There are so many sects in the world. Can you know them all?"
Xu Mu glanced at Jiang Huihui casually. "Our sect keeps a low profile, and we don't have many members, mainly because the entry threshold is too high."
"What's the threshold?"
Jiang Huihui inquired.
"Looks. If your looks aren't up to par, you can't get in."
Xu Mu made up a reason off the top of his head. As he spoke, he looked out the window. "Old Chen's here. Time for us to head back."
"Mu Ge."
Chen Xuan opened the rear door, got in carrying a woven bag.
"Everything settled?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"All settled."
Chen Xuan shook his head slightly.
"Then let's head back first. Been busy all day, finally over."
Xu Mu drove away.
...
Xu Mu first dropped Jiang Huihui off at the entrance of the Yang City Sanitation Department.
Jiang Huihui also wanted to return to her staff dormitory first and get a good night's sleep.
She had barely closed her eyes these past few days.
Xu Mu then drove, taking Chen Xuan back to Jiang City.
Along the way.
Xu Mu glanced at Chen Xuan through the rearview mirror. "Old Chen, what's wrong? You seem out of sorts?"
"It's nothing."
Chen Xuan shook his head.
"Tell me, what happened with Fang Kui?"
Xu Mu had already guessed it must be about Fang Kui.
"Sigh, can't hide anything from Mu Ge."
Chen Xuan sighed and roughly recounted what had just happened.
Hearing this, Xu Mu asked with a smile, "You want to help her?"
"I grew up on the mountain, hardly had any playmates. Besides my senior sister, she was the only woman I met frequently as a child."
Chen Xuan looked out the window. "Mu Ge, what do you think I should do?"
"It's your decision to make."
Xu Mu said calmly. "But I can tell you, no matter what you decide, I'll help you."
"Mu Ge, to be honest, if I were a woman, I'd really become one of your harem."
Chen Xuan's eyes grew determined, as if he had made a decision. "I'll ask her what trouble she's in first. If it's helping her reclaim her grandfather's territory, we definitely can't help with that. But if it's something else, I've decided to help her."
"Alright."
Xu Mu nodded gently.
Back in Jiang City.
Xu Mu first dropped Chen Xuan off at the gate of the small courtyard he rented, then drove back to his own villa.
A lot had happened today; he decided to get some proper rest.
Arriving at the villa, Xu Mu first scanned the area with his perception and found no one home.
Even Feng Yue next door wasn't home.
Xu Mu went to the sofa and lay down, considering whether to tell Xu Shou about Jiang Mingzhuo.
After pondering for a while, Xu Mu got up again and headed to the company.
He decided he should mention it. Since the other party knew he was Xu Shou's son, it would be easy for them to investigate Xu Shou.
Right now, his old man's severed meridians had just been repaired, and his strength hadn't returned to its peak.
Someone like Jiang Mingzhuo could kill Xu Shou with ease.
Xu Mu needed to warn his father to prepare in advance.
Xu Corporation.
Xu Mu knocked on the Chairman's office door and found Xu Ningbing holding some documents, just about to leave.
Seeing Xu Mu, she turned back and sat down on the sofa.

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