Hao Yang carried Tong Guoguo by the shoulder and swaggered over to Xu Mu.
Then, he threw Tong Guoguo down in front of Xu Mu. "Kid, have a bite of this thunder to replenish your stamina."
Hearing this, Xu Mu looked awkwardly at Chen Xuan beside him.
Doing this in front of others... this was just too damn inappropriate.
Those who didn't know better might think he had brainwashed Hao Yang, causing the man to constantly find women for him.
Chen Xuan, however, rubbed his nose. "Brother Mu, she was mainly attacking you just now, so you definitely expended more energy. Take a bite to satisfy your hunger."
"Old Chen, you underestimate me too much."
Xu Mu glanced at Chen Xuan. Did he really think he wasn't a picky eater? Even thunder came in different sizes.
He crouched down in front of Tong Guoguo and took out the two formation keys from her body.
As expected of an advanced formation, it actually required two keys.
He carefully felt the patterns on them, then activated the keys. The entire ruin began to tremble.
The ice that had surfaced completely dissipated until it vanished entirely.
"Senior, this woman is from the Immortality Research Institute. I'm afraid her thunder pool is poisonous, so let's just forget about it."
As Xu Mu spoke, he noticed a white ring on Tong Guoguo's finger.
So he took it off and injected his Qi into it. Sure enough, he discovered it was a spatial ring.
Since the two people beside him were right there, Xu Mu naturally saw no need to hide it.
Moreover, Hao Yang had specially rushed over to save them. Even if he didn't get the credit, he had put in the hard work.
"Senior, this is a spatial ring. There are heavenly treasures inside."
Xu Mu handed it to Hao Yang.
Hao Yang took it, glanced at it, and then waved his hand. "I don't want it. I like alcohol. You can give me some more of that liquor from last time."
Hearing this, Xu Mu immediately looked at Chen Xuan. "Old Chen, do you have any more alcohol?"
"I do, but there are only two mineral water bottles left. There should still be a few jugs in my home village. If Senior wants them, I'll find some time to get them for you."
Chen Xuan opened his woven bag and took out two mineral water bottles containing a pale yellow liquid.
"You still have a few jugs at home?"
Hao Yang looked stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand and said with a serious face, "Kid, be my son. The two of you can just become brothers."
"Huh?"
Chen Xuan was a bit dumbfounded. He then waved his hand. "Senior, let's forget about it. I'm used to being alone."
"Why are you rejecting me? Do you look down on me?"
Hao Yang suddenly grabbed his hair forcefully, his voice rising a few pitches. Then he shook his head. "No, you're the kid who gave me alcohol. How can I lose my temper?"
"Senior, calm down!"
Xu Mu looked at Hao Yang's expression, grabbed his wrist, and carefully felt his pulse. "It's just as I thought. Senior's head has been injured. Although it's healed now, there's still some lingering damage."
"I've been injured? And in the head?"
Hao Yang scratched his head hard. "How come I don't know?"
"Senior, you most likely have nerve damage. It can only be replenished through medicine."
Thinking of this, Xu Mu took out a golden pill from his pocket. "This is a divine medicine that replenishes mental energy. Eat it."
"Divine medicine?"
Hao Yang suddenly lowered his hands, stared at the golden pill, and then grinned. "Such a precious thing, are you sure you want to give it to me?"
"Senior specially rushed over to save us this time. What's a divine medicine compared to that?"
Xu Mu paused. Not to mention, this divine medicine is indeed good for your brain.
"Kid, I won't be polite with you then."
Hao Yang grabbed the pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
As soon as it entered his body, the massive medicinal efficacy surged through Hao Yang's entire body, then rushed straight to his head.
It made him almost lose his footing. He clutched his head with both hands, his pupils constantly flickering, and finally slumped onto the ground.
"Brother Mu,"
Chen Xuan called out from the side.
"It's fine,"
Xu Mu said softly. Although he didn't know what was happening to him, this divine medicine would definitely only bring him benefits, not harm.
Hao Yang held his head with both hands and rolled on the ground. This lasted for nearly a minute before he gradually calmed down.
Finally, he just sat on the ground, remaining silent.
Xu Mu and Chen Xuan didn't disturb him, standing in front of him and waiting.
Finally, Hao Yang took a deep breath, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp of alcohol.
"Good wine. This is indeed good wine."
Hao Yang stood up from the ground. His expression hadn't changed much, but his eyes seemed more profound than before.
"Senior, how do you feel?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"Kid, you've actually made me feel like I've wronged you. A divine medicine that replenishes mental energy like the Soul Replenishing Fruit is far more valuable than other divine medicines, yet you gave such a treasure to me."
Hao Yang smiled and shook his head. "You're too foolish."
Xu Mu asked, "Has Senior remembered something?"
"I remember. I remember everything."
Hao Yang patted Xu Mu's shoulder. "Kid, I have some things to take care of on my end. I'll come find you later. Before I leave, I'll give you a piece of advice: no woman is any good."
After saying that, Hao Yang vanished from in front of Xu Mu and the others.
"Brother Mu, do you think he was hurt by a woman? I think my senior sister is a very good person."
Chen Xuan said as he looked at Hao Yang's retreating back.
"Probably. Even when he was crazy, he had malice towards women. He must have suffered a betrayal."
As Xu Mu spoke, he handed the white ring in his hand to Chen Xuan. "I'll give the spatial ring to you, and we'll split the treasures inside equally."
"Brother Mu, no way. A spatial ring is a highly precious item. I can't take it."
Chen Xuan shook his head.
"Don't be polite with me. With this thing, you won't have to carry that woven bag around all day anymore."
Xu Mu said with a smile.
"This urea woven bag is a treasure left to me by my master."
Chen Xuan looked at the ring in Xu Mu's hand. "Brother Mu, I'll take the ring, but the things inside belong to you. Otherwise, I absolutely won't accept it."
"Alright."
Xu Mu didn't stand on ceremony either. He pointed at Tong Guoguo lying on the ground. "What should we do with this woman?"
Chen Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll just listen to Brother Mu."
"I have a solution."
Xu Mu opened his storage space and found a third-grade anesthetic herb. He directly crushed it and stuffed it into Tong Guoguo's mouth.
This way, it would delay her waking up for a while.
Afterward, Xu Mu held Tong Guoguo in front of him and left the ruins.
As for why he carried her in his arms, it was naturally so he could throw her out at any time.
If he carried her on his back, just in case she launched a rear naked choke sneak attack, relying on her strong physique, it would be almost impossible to break free.
Coming down from the mountain, Xu Mu and the others returned to the village.
Checking through his perception, those spies hadn't left yet, which was exactly what Xu Mu wanted.
In a place where these people could observe, Xu Mu deliberately placed Tong Guoguo on the ground and took out a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth.
He picked Tong Guoguo up again and returned to where the helicopter was located.
Xu Mu handed Tong Guoguo over to Chen Xuan, while he himself piloted the helicopter to leave the place.
...
Xu Mu didn't go home. Instead, he parked the helicopter on a small field road dozens of kilometers away.
"Brother Mu, what are you planning to do? You're not going to do 'the deed' here, are you? Let me say this first, I'm not participating."
Noticing that the helicopter had landed out in the middle of nowhere, Chen Xuan quickly spoke up.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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?"