Fang Chu didn't know why, but he suddenly sensed intense killing intent from behind and unexpectedly managed to dodge the attack just in time.
He immediately rolled on the ground before looking back at the person behind him.
It was a fat man, tall and bulky, someone he didn't recognize.
This person was Xu Mu, who had used an array to alter his body shape and appearance.
Earlier, he had felt that what Fang Chu said was very true—what Xiao Ran lacked compared to him was cultivation techniques.
And as the male lead, Fang Chu undoubtedly knew many powerful ones.
That gap was significant.
If Xiao Ran were on his side, casually giving her one or two Earth-grade techniques would never have left her in such a sorry state.
"Who are you? Another one of that Dragon King's men?"
Fang Chu stared at Xu Mu and asked.
"What kind of dogshit is the Dragon King? I'm just passing by, noticed a fight here, and came to take a look."
Xu Mu altered his voice to sound very rough and gruff, matching his current physique.
"Then why did you attack me?"
Fang Chu shouted coldly.
"Ever heard of saving a damsel in distress? Such a beautiful woman, I'm taking her back to be my wife."
Xu Mu pointed at Xiao Ran on the ground.
"Like hell I will! How dare you insult the Dragon King! I won't let you get away with this!"
Xiao Ran glared at Xu Mu and cursed.
"Wouldn't that be doing my old man a favor then? No way! You'd better be my concubine instead. Our household has clear divisions of labor; your future task will be washing my underwear."
As Xu Mu spoke, he had already arrived in front of Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran clenched her fists, wanting to get up from the ground and teach Xu Mu a lesson, but she simply couldn't rise.
"You dead fatso! After I send you to the underworld, I'll burn a few wives for you down there."
As soon as Fang Chu finished speaking, sharp earthen spikes suddenly shot up from the ground beneath Xu Mu's feet.
Boom!
Unlike Xiao Ran, Xu Mu, bearing the title of God of Assassins, clearly detected the vibrations in the ground.
He moved preemptively, charging towards Fang Chu.
Spikes continuously erupted from under his feet, yet each time he narrowly avoided them.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Fang Chu.
His fist shot out with tremendous force.
Boom!
A burst of red Qi erupted violently.
Seeing this, Fang Chu retreated while defending with his Earth Dragon Art.
Crack!
Two layers of shields that materialized from the ground shattered instantly.
Fang Chu's body also suffered a heavy blow, sending him flying backward.
"What?"
Fang Chu immediately adjusted his posture mid-air, landing on his feet without falling.
He glared at Xu Mu, then turned and fled towards the outside.
He could clearly feel the significant disparity in their Qi just now.
This person's cultivation realm was obviously above his own. He didn't want to endanger himself for this woman.
In an instant, Fang Chu scaled the manor wall and disappeared from sight.
Xu Mu did not give chase. For now, he still needed Fang Chu to deal with Ye Chen.
Moreover, this was the outside world, and Xu Mu wasn't confident he could kill Fang Chu.
If Fang Chu escaped to a crowded area, it would be difficult for Xu Mu to act.
He now looked at Xiao Ran lying on the ground. She had wounds all over, but the most severe was on her thigh.
It had been pierced through by an earthen spike, leaving her immobile for the time being.
Xu Mu crouched down and looked at Xiao Ran. Her short hair was disheveled.
Originally covering one eye, now both were exposed.
"Bastard! If you dare lay a finger on me..."
Xiao Ran was speaking when she suddenly noticed something strange.
Because her body had entered inside this fat man's form.
She observed carefully before realizing, "This is a technique? You don't really look like this?"
The sensation was like a bench occupied by a large fat man, taking up almost the entire seat.
But others could still sit down, and from a distance, it even looked like they were sitting inside the fat man's body, because the fat man was an illusion.
The real him only occupied a small part of the bench.
"What? Are you shallow too, only caring about looks?"
Xu Mu's voice returned to normal.
Hearing this, Xiao Ran couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Xu Mu!"
"You still remember my voice?"
Xu Mu picked up Xiao Ran, quickly ran into the villa, opened a door, casually took a bedsheet from inside, wrapped it around Xiao Ran, and left the place.
Returning to his car, he first placed Xiao Ran on the ground, then folded down all the rear seats of his vehicle.
Now, the rear space of the car was like a large bed.
He picked up Xiao Ran again and laid her flat on it.
"Why are you here... No, it makes sense that you're here."
Xiao Ran said softly, "You deliberately wanted the Dragon King and that person to clash, right?"
By now, Xu Mu had also dispelled the array, reverting to his original appearance, "Correct. Did you tell him?"
Xiao Ran remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "No."
"Why not say anything?"
As Xu Mu spoke, he began to remove Xiao Ran's casual pants.
"You! What are you doing?"
Xiao Ran's body suddenly jolted.
"Did you forget? I know a thing or two about medicine. If your thigh isn't treated immediately, there's a risk of amputation."
Xu Mu stopped his movements, "Of course, you can also choose not to let me treat it."
Xiao Ran took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Go ahead. You've already seen me before anyway."
"I'm just treating wounds. In my eyes, you're no different from a piece of beef."
Xu Mu continued, discovering that this woman, Xiao Ran, was actually wearing black, lace-trimmed panties.
"Good taste."
"Want me to punch you?"
Xiao Ran's cheeks flushed slightly as she covered her face with her hand. Mainly because she fought often, and cotton panties became uncomfortable to wear due to sweat.
They were completely inferior to this kind of breathable, cool fabric.
"What's going on with you? I remember when we first met, you weren't this strong."
Xiao Ran recalled their first meeting when she could easily move behind Xu Mu.
"People always improve."
Xu Mu took out some rare medicinal herbs and bandages, first bandaging the wound on her thigh.
Afterward, he applied medicine to the wound on her heel.
Xiao Ran slightly opened her eyes, watching Xu Mu patiently dressing her wounds.
For some reason, she thought of Ye Chen again.
When she was injured before, Ye Chen would also use the best rare herbs he had to treat her wounds.
However, Ye Chen would always just toss the herbs to her, telling her to tend to them herself.
He never applied the medicine for her personally like Xu Mu was doing.
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Xiao Ran's heart felt somewhat flustered. What was wrong with her?
Why had she been comparing Xu Mu and Ye Chen these past few days, and every time Xu Mu came out on top?
"Any other wounds on your body?"
Xu Mu looked at Xiao Ran and asked.
"I'll handle the rest myself."
Xiao Ran said hastily, "Besides my leg, the others are just superficial wounds."
Xu Mu nodded gently and placed the crushed medicinal herbs in front of her.
He got out of the car himself and sat in the driver's seat.
Xiao Ran propped herself up to sit and glanced back at Xu Mu, "I finally understand why Wanyue follows you."
"Why?"
Xu Mu asked.
"Because... you're very good to people."
Xiao Ran hesitated for a moment but still said it.
"It's useless. It mainly depends on the person."
Xu Mu looked back with a smile, "I never saved Wanyue's life, yet she was willing to follow me. I've saved you twice, Ye Chen saved you once, yet you still follow him, don't you?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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?

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?"

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.”