"I don't know either. The other party hasn't sent the information yet."
Meng Wanyue shook her head gently.
"Alright, I understand. If he sends the list to you, remember to notify me."
Xu Mu smiled and changed the subject. "How has your cultivation been going lately?"
"Quite well. I've been practicing a few techniques from the Nine Li Clan. I've found that although those three are all Xuan-grade, they are very practical."
Meng Wanyue said this and glanced at Xu Mu. "I have to thank you for that, President Xu."
[Favorability +10]
"Don't mention it. We're family, no need to distinguish between yours and mine."
Xu Mu said this and continued, "Wanyue, I need to go to Yang City."
"Going to find Dai Xingluo again?" Meng Wanyue suddenly asked.
"You could say that."
Xu Mu nodded.
"I... can I accompany President Xu there?"
Meng Wanyue said softly.
She was trying to take the initiative this time, as it had been several days since she had been with Xu Mu.
"Of course you can. We'll take my car."
Xu Mu nodded without hesitation.
"Alright!"
A faint smile appeared on Meng Wanyue's face.
[Favorability +15]
She was gradually getting used to this state of mind; she needed to be more proactive in the future.
Otherwise, she would definitely not be able to compete with a green tea bitch like Dai Xingluo.
Meng Wanyue sat in the driver's seat, Xu Mu in the passenger seat.
"Wanyue, you've reached the Divine Ability realm, right?"
Xu Mu suddenly asked.
"Yes, President Xu. I have to thank you for your Qi Sea Pills. If it weren't for such powerful elixirs, I probably wouldn't have reached this realm even with seven or eight more years of hard work."
As she said this, Meng Wanyue's face was again full of gratitude.
[Favorability +10]
Xu Mu nodded slightly. Before, there were no truly capable experts by his side.
But after this period of development, both Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo had reached the Divine Ability realm.
And they had also mastered quite a few techniques.
Besides them, his relationship with Chen Xuan was also good; if anything happened, he should be willing to help as well.
...
Arriving in Yang City.
Xu Mu suddenly heard the roar of a sports car. In the opposite lane, he saw a Ferrari.
He scanned it with his perception and was surprised to find it was actually Fang Chu.
Come to think of it, ever since he got 'steeled' by Zhao Gang last time, he had vanished without a trace and hadn't caused any more trouble. Who knows what he was planning.
Suddenly, Xu Mu revealed a slight smile.
He remembered that Ye Chen intended to make a splash in both Jiang City and Yang City, and Fang Chu was also in business.
If he could think of a way to make these two male protagonists clash, then he could just sit back and reap the rewards.
Xu Mu stroked his chin in thought; he needed to plan this out carefully over the next few days.
He felt no psychological pressure whatsoever. Whether it was Fang Chu or Ye Chen, their goal was to bring down the Xu family.
Meng Wanyue parked the car in a spot outside the antique market.
Xu Mu got out with her and headed for Dai Xingluo's shop.
Upon arriving, Xu Mu's eyes widened in surprise.
A girl with twin tails, wearing a black and purple Lolita dress, was bending over to clean.
This person was Bai Yi. On her slender legs, she wore semi-transparent black stockings.
This was practically tailor-made to captivate men.
Normally, there weren't many people in Dai Xingluo's shop.
But today, there were a full seven or eight. These people seemed to be studying antiques, but their eyes kept shifting back and forth between Dai Xingluo and Bai Yi.
Dai Xingluo was currently sitting in a recliner, looking at her phone.
Li Zizai was smiling and introducing products to everyone.
Xu Mu was somewhat surprised. Logically, the scar on Bai Yi's face should have scared these people off.
Upon closer observation, he realized Bai Yi was wearing makeup.
Not only did it not hide the scar, but she had drawn an identical scar on the other side.
Now, Bai Yi wasn't frightening at all; instead, she looked like one of those cosplayers.
Seeing more people enter, Bai Yi looked up, ready to call out "Welcome."
When she noticed it was Xu Mu, her face lit up with delight. "Mas... Boss."
[Favorability +7]
Hearing the voice, Dai Xingluo immediately sat up from the recliner. "Brother... Oh my, which little sister is this?"
Meng Wanyue's expression remained calm; she simply ignored Dai Xingluo.
However, the few customers around noticed Meng Wanyue as well.
They were inwardly shocked. What was up with this shop? So many beautiful women.
"Let's go upstairs."
Xu Mu smiled as he walked in.
"Okay."
Dai Xingluo looked at Bai Yi beside her. "Yiyi, let's go."
The group went upstairs and headed to Dai Xingluo's room.
Only after Xu Mu closed the door did he look at Bai Yi. "Did she force you to wear this?"
"No. Sister said wearing clothes like this could help me build courage."
Bai Yi grabbed her skirt and said softly with her head lowered.
"Brother, is it your little sister's fault again?"
Dai Xingluo came up to Xu Mu, linking her arm with his as she asked.
"No."
Xu Mu shook his head.
Not only was it not her fault, but what Dai Xingluo did was actually quite right.
Meng Wanyue frowned slightly. She walked over and grabbed Dai Xingluo's arm. "Take your hands off him!"
"What does my intimacy with brother have to do with you? What are you to brother?"
Dai Xingluo curled her lips at Meng Wanyue.
"Alright, the important matter comes first."
Xu Mu freed his arm. He walked up to Bai Yi and said to her, "Go wash your face."
"Yes!"
Bai Yi nodded and went to the nearby bathroom to wash off all the makeup.
When she returned, Meng Wanyue couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.
She had thought it was deliberately applied makeup, but it turned out there really was such a large scar on her face.
Xu Mu took out the box he had brought and had Bai Yi sit opposite him.
He directly used his hand to apply the black, viscous ointment to the scar on Bai Yi's face.
"Yiyi, let it sit for five or six minutes. This stuff will solidify. After half an hour, just peel it off."
Xu Mu handed the remaining ointment to her. "If all goes well, it should heal within three days."
"Thank you, Master."
A light shone in Bai Yi's eyes. She hadn't thought such a large scar could really be repaired.
[Favorability +10]
"If you feel wronged in the future, remember to notify me."
Xu Mu said to Bai Yi.
"No need to notify him. I'll help her get justice."
Dai Xingluo said from the side.
Just then, Meng Wanyue's phone rang. She took it out, looked at it, and then looked at Xu Mu. "It's Sister Ran."
"Answer it."
Xu Mu nodded slightly.
Meng Wanyue pressed the answer button and spoke into the phone. "Sister Ran, what is it?"
"You're not at home, and you're not at the cultivation spot. Where are you?"
Xiao Ran's voice came from the phone.
"I'm with President Xu, out taking care of some business."
Meng Wanyue said.
"Is Xu Mu nearby?" Xiao Ran asked.
Xu Mu beside her shook his head slightly.
"No, President Xu is in his office discussing business. I'm outside."
Meng Wanyue explained.
"Then find an excuse to come over early. The person I asked you to plant has arrived."
Ye Chen's voice came from the phone.

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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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?"