Ye Chen heard this, and his eyes instantly turned bone-chillingly cold. "Meng Wanyue! Damn it!"
He hadn't thought of this just now. Since Meng Wanyue was Xu Mu's subordinate, she must have told him the truth a long time ago.
In other words, Xu Mu knew from the very beginning that Zhong Qianqian was an undercover agent.
Then why was Zhong Qianqian still able to obtain the company's secrets?
It must have been Xu Mu who let her take them on purpose.
He had already sold so much medicine, and all of it was fake.
Ye Chen was furious!
He clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging. From the time he left the Ye family until now, this was the first time he had suffered such humiliation.
"Fuck!"
Ye Chen threw a fierce punch into the empty air, and a whistling gust of wind could be heard in the room.
"Dragon King..."
"Shut up! This is all because of you! If you hadn't trusted Meng Wanyue so much, I wouldn't have made such a misjudgment!"
Ye Chen roared at Xiao Ran.
Hearing this, Xiao Ran slightly lowered her head, looking a bit grim.
However, she had nothing to say. This time it was indeed her fault. She had known about the affair between Meng Wanyue and Xu Mu for a long time.
But she hadn't told Ye Chen. Now, it was too late to explain anything.
Ye Chen left with a gloomy face, slamming the door shut forcefully.
Seeing this, Zhang Hehua was too scared to follow. She looked at Xiao Ran beside her and whispered, "Sister Ran, should we go after him?"
"No need, let him calm down for a bit."
Xiao Ran shook her head gently. "If you want to go, then go."
"I wouldn't dare."
Zhang Hehua shook her head. Ye Chen was currently in a fit of rage, and she wasn't about to go looking for trouble.
...
Meanwhile.
Xu Mu had already returned to Jiang City with Meng Wanyue. Along the way, he received a call from Xu Ningbing.
"What's wrong?"
"Little Mu! Have you seen the news? In front of the Mu Group's corporate building, a group of people are protesting for their rights. They say they were the first batch of experimental subjects for the medicine, and now their... well, that thing doesn't work anymore."
As Xu Ningbing said this, her tone was brisk, and she was almost laughing out loud.
Xu Mu glanced at the time on his phone and found that it was indeed about time. "You know what to do next, right?"
"Of course. It's written clearly in their letter of commitment: a hundredfold compensation for fake products. I'll spend some money to buy them a few trending topics first."
Xu Ningbing laughed on the other end of the phone. "A hundredfold loss. If nothing unexpected happens, the Mu family is practically ruined."
Xu Mu smiled. He glanced at Meng Wanyue beside him and said, "Now, Ye Chen definitely hates you even more."
"I'm not afraid of him! Let him kill me if he has the ability."
Meng Wanyue's eyes were resolute.
Xu Mu said softly, "Don't talk nonsense. I will protect you."
Hearing this, a look of being deeply moved appeared on Meng Wanyue's face once again.
...
The incident regarding the Mu Group selling fake medicine had continuously rushed to the top of the trending searches.
Especially since this matter concerned the future happiness of every man, it instantly drew the attention of countless people.
Xu Ningbing had only bought one or two, but it didn't take long for a full dozen trending topics to hang on the rankings of all major platforms.
Many independent media and local official media outlets all headed to the Mu Group to interview the people protesting outside.
It wasn't long before an interview video was uploaded to the internet.
The protesters, with tears and snot running down their faces, recounted their experiences.
At first, the medicine seemed completely normal, but just in the past few days, their parts had all become useless and couldn't get up at all.
They had all gone to the hospital for checkups and found that their hormone levels had severely dropped. If they wanted to be treated, they would need to take medication long-term to increase their hormone levels.
This long-term period could be as short as a year, or as long as the rest of their lives.
Hearing this response, countless buyers of the medicine panicked.
In a short period of time, the comments had already exceeded a hundred thousand.
"I'm only in my twenties and just got married not long ago, and you're telling me it's a year at best and a lifetime at worst?"
"The Mu Group deserves to die! They must compensate! It's written clearly on your boxes, a hundredfold compensation for fakes!"
"Upstairs, they never said they would compensate with money. They'll compensate you with a hundred fake boxes."
"I said earlier that cheap things are no good, yet a bunch of people still rushed to buy it. Now something's happened, hasn't it?"
...
Faced with these comments, Mu Qingying rubbed the corners of her eyes vigorously.
She had already immediately recalled all the products to minimize losses as much as possible.
But they had already sold a massive amount beforehand. This sum of compensation was enough to bankrupt them.
She had studied business, but facing this kind of merchandise, she couldn't just call black white.
"It's no use. There are too many comments, we simply can't control them. We originally wanted to use some internet water armies to speak up for us."
Zhong Qianqian's expression was also very ugly. She was the one in control of the medicine here. Now that such a huge incident had occurred, Ye Chen would definitely blame her.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and Ye Chen walked in.
Zhong Qianqian immediately stood up, lowered her head, and called out, "Dragon King."
"You need to give me an explanation for this matter."
Ye Chen sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression. "The prescription was fake. Why didn't you see that?"
"I... I produced it entirely according to the prescription, and I also found those experimental personnel. Everything was perfectly normal. If there's one place I miscalculated, it's that we rushed it too much. Under normal circumstances, drug testing requires at least several rounds, measured in years."
Zhong Qianqian explained softly.
Ye Chen looked indifferently at Zhong Qianqian. "Are you implying this is my fault? That because I rushed to put the medicine on the market, this problem occurred."
"Your subordinate wouldn't dare."
Zhong Qianqian lowered her head even further.
"Mr. Ye, what should we do next?"
Mu Qingying walked over and asked.
"What else can we do? Are we supposed to run away? Pay the compensation."
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his eyes full of hatred.
...
Xu Mu had already returned to Jiang City with Meng Wanyue and arrived at Dai Xingluo's place.
During this time, Xu Mu took out the two Earth-grade cultivation techniques from the spatial ring, along with the metal plate that had been covering them.
He first took a rough glance at the text on the metal plate. This was left by the tomb owner for latecomers.
After reading it, Xu Mu placed the metal plate back into the spatial ring.
What was written on it was fairly clear. This woman said that no matter how sturdy a wall was, there would come a day when it collapsed.
She knew that sooner or later, her tomb would be entered by latecomers who would take the two cultivation techniques in her spatial ring.
She gladly accepted this fact. However, she still had unfulfilled wishes.
This woman came from the Yaoguang Palace. She had once clashed with the sect master at the time, and later they parted ways, never to interact with each other until old age and death.
Her request was very simple. Whoever obtained the techniques could practice them, but after mastering them, they must return the techniques to the Yaoguang Palace.
Otherwise, she would turn into a malicious ghost and curse the person who took the techniques, along with their descendants, to never be reincarnated for all eternity.
"Yaoguang Palace."
Xu Mu carefully recalled. The plot had never mentioned this sect. When he had time, he could ask Jiang Huihui about it.
Taking out the two Earth-grade cultivation techniques, Xu Mu studied them carefully.
One of them was named Cloud Sleeve Leaving Frost.
This move belonged to the status-type cultivation techniques. To explain it in one sentence, it could enhance one's own speed, and could also leave behind clones along the way.
The clones were illusions and couldn't attack; they were meant to confuse the line of sight.
He had to admit, this move was very suitable for Meng Wanyue.
He examined another cultivation technique, named the Golden Pistil Silk-Twining Art.
Xu Mu frowned slightly. Judging by the name, it sounded like a method meant for women to practice, not to mention its owner was also a woman.
Don't tell me everyone in that sect is a woman.

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.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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?"