The Golden Pistil Silk-Twining technique could condense one's Qi into golden threads as thin as strands of hair.
Its strength was incredibly high, capable of being used for slicing, binding, or even defense.
Xu Mu nodded gently. This looked quite good; he could give it to Dai Xingluo.
Her fighting style was incredibly clean and decisive, and she never showed mercy, fighting like an absolute maniac.
This technique was quite suitable for her.
After stepping out of the car, Xu Mu walked towards Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue over there.
It wouldn't be too late to gift this technique to the Yaoguang Palace after the two of them learned it.
"Here, one for each of you."
Xu Mu handed the two technique manuals to them respectively.
As he mastered more and more techniques, Xu Mu began to look down even upon Earth-grade techniques.
Therefore, he couldn't be bothered to learn them. Moreover, Meng Wanyue had already established a connection with him. If he really wanted to use it in the future, he could just take it directly from her.
Although Dai Xingluo's affection level wasn't maxed out yet, it was only a matter of time.
"This is... an Earth-grade technique!"
Dai Xingluo's eyes widened like brass bells when she saw the technique manual in her hand.
[Affection +20]
She didn't even know how to thank Xu Mu anymore. She hadn't fully mastered the Fire Phoenix Sword he gave her last time, and now he was giving her an Earth-grade technique.
Meng Wanyue was also moved to tears of gratitude. Another Earth-grade technique! Xu Mu was truly treating her too well.
"Brother, what on earth should I do to repay you?"
A hint of shame even surfaced in Dai Xingluo's heart.
Thinking carefully, it seemed she really had nothing she could use to repay Xu Mu.
"Just work hard to become stronger and protect me in the future. That will be enough."
Xu Mu smiled and waved his hand.
"Protecting you is a given, otherwise..."
Dai Xingluo suddenly leaned close to Xu Mu and whispered in his ear, "Brother, was I tasty last time? Do you want to eat me again?"
Hearing this, Xu Mu's old face flushed red, especially since Meng Wanyue was still standing right there.
"You're a proper woman, why is your mouth full of such dirty words?"
Xu Mu tapped Dai Xingluo on the head. "Hurry up and go cultivate. I borrowed this technique, and I have to return it to its owner in the future."
"Okay! I will work hard."
Meng Wanyue said from a distance.
"Brother wasn't talking to you."
Dai Xingluo glanced at Meng Wanyue over there before smiling and saying, "Brother, I'll work hard."
"I was talking to both of you."
Xu Mu glared at Dai Xingluo.
"Hmph!"
Meng Wanyue also rolled her eyes at Dai Xingluo and happily walked away with the technique manual.
Only after seeing Meng Wanyue leave did Dai Xingluo ask in a low voice, "Brother, are you going to eat or not?"
"Dai Xingluo! What kind of person do you take me for?"
Xu Mu furrowed his brows. "Do you think I gave you the technique just for this? You underestimate me too much."
"I didn't think that. Just tell me, are you going to eat or not?"
"Eat."
Xu Mu scratched his head awkwardly.
"Hehe! Bad brother, I knew you were interested in my body, but I'm not giving it to you!"
After saying that, Dai Xingluo ran off into the distance.
"Damn it! How dare you deceive my pure heart!"
Xu Mu shouted at Dai Xingluo's retreating back.
Afterward, he shook his head slightly and drove back home.
He was currently considering one thing, and that was formations.
Almost all the recent ruins had formations. If not for the defensive formations, the treasures inside would have been cleared out long ago.
However, according to the lottery's probability, the chances of Xu Mu obtaining a high-level formation master skill were very low.
He figured that since he was already proficient in formations below level six, he could improve his formation attainments through self-study.
This way, he wouldn't be so passive when encountering formations in ruins in the future.
He couldn't rely on the system for everything.
Returning home.
As soon as Xu Mu parked his car in the garage, he sensed Feng Yue, wearing a tracksuit, jogging back to her villa.
Having not seen her for a few days, he found that Feng Yue seemed to have changed.
He didn't know how to describe it exactly, but if he had to say, she looked more toned and seemed to have lost some weight.
However, her heart-shaped rear was still as beautiful and bouncy as ever.
Xu Mu came out of his house and walked to the front of Feng Yue's door. "Feng Yue!"
Feng Yue, who had just opened her villa door and was about to go inside, heard the voice and turned her head to look.
Her peach blossom eyes instantly curved into crescents. She walked over and opened the gate. "Boss, you didn't go out today?"
[Affection +10]
"No. What about you? What have you been doing these past few days? Why do you look like you've lost some weight?"
Xu Mu carefully looked Feng Yue up and down.
"I didn't lose weight. My weight actually went up by a kilogram."
Feng Yue said with a bitter expression.
"What do you know? This is an increase in muscle mass and a decrease in fat. That's why you look thinner, but your weight hasn't dropped."
Xu Mu walked up to Feng Yue and asked with a smile, "Have you been exercising lately?"
"I have all this cultivation base but no real strength, so I wanted to improve my physical fitness first."
Feng Yue led Xu Mu into the villa.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, wondering whether he should give the Charm Bone Secret Art he obtained last time to Feng Yue.
Feng Yue poured a glass of water for Xu Mu, then sat down beside him. "Boss, I feel like I'm about ready now. When are you going to teach me how to fight?"
"Fight? What kind of fighting?"
Xu Mu revealed a smile.
"I'm capable of handling any kind of fighting."
Feng Yue's hand landed on Xu Mu's leg, her eyes giving off a seductive gaze.
It had to be said, Feng Yue really managed to ignite Xu Mu's inner fire.
Especially since Xu Mu didn't fight with Ye Tong last night. "Feng Yue, how much do you think Cao Pi's painting would cost?"
Feng Yue was taken aback for a moment, then she covered her mouth and giggled, "I don't know about Cao Pi's, but Cao Shuang's painting shouldn't cost any money."
"I just want to know about Cao Pi's painting."
"I don't know, but Cao Guojiu knows."
...
Xu Mu's face darkened. Feng Yue, this seasoned veteran, understood everything. It made it seem like he was the one being teased.
"It seems I'll have to use you to practice calligraphy!"
Xu Mu said indifferently.
...
During this calligraphy practice, Xu Mu copied the cursive script. After copying it twice, he finally became somewhat familiar with it.
Feng Yue was now paralyzed on the sofa. She was increasingly shocked by Ye Tong; that woman was truly not simple.
She even began to suspect that Ye Tong seeking her out last time wasn't a test, but out of absolute sincerity.
After all, she was dealing with such a formidable lover.
Speaking of which, Xu Mu had yet to check Feng Yue's filial piety value towards him.
After checking it, he nodded inwardly. Just like Dai Xingluo, hers was at 8.
Given Feng Yue's personality, this was already considered very high.
Thus, he took out the Earth-grade technique, the Charm Bone Secret Art, from his person. "Feng Yue, you can practice this technique appropriately these days."
"A technique?"
Feng Yue stared wide-eyed at the metal piece in her hand.
She knew that this kind of thing was incredibly precious.
[Affection +20]
"If you encounter anything you don't understand, you can ask me for guidance. Absolutely do not force your cultivation; I'm afraid you might suffer Qi deviation."
Xu Mu said to Feng Yue.
"Alright, I understand."
Feng Yue nodded vigorously.
Right at this moment, Xu Mu's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was a call from Tantai Quan.
Xu Mu shook his head slightly. Could she have sensed this technique?
Actually, this cultivation method was even more suitable for someone with an innate charm physique like Tantai Quan.
"Sister Quan, what's up?"
"Have you finished refining the pills? I'll be at your place soon. Besides the pills, I also want to discuss something with you."
Tantai Quan said from the other end of the line, "It's about that matter with Wu Tian from last time."

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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?"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”