Shi Fumeng's body plummeted uncontrollably, but her years of combat experience allowed her to react in time.
Ultimately, she stabilized herself in mid-air and landed on the ground with her legs slightly bent.
Shi Fumeng's eyes widened in horror. She raised her hand, wanting to execute the technique again, only to find that she had no idea how to circulate it, as if she had lost her memory.
Just a moment ago, she only needed to release her Qi to activate it.
"How is this possible? Move! Move!"
Shi Fumeng frantically erupted with power, but the seawater within the rift remained completely still.
Wu Tian and Li Poshan, who was possessing him, were also in absolute disbelief.
Judging from Shi Fumeng's expression, it was evident that she truly could no longer use the technique.
"Now you understand, right? The Heaven-tier technique I taught her is very strong, but it has a backdoor: I can take it back."
Xu Mu spread his hands. The seawater beneath the island began to surge, eventually wrapping around his body. "I haven't lost anything, and I got to see someone's true colors. Am I still the fool you made me out to be?"
Of course, Xu Mu was fabricating a plausible lie. He couldn't exactly say that he had just tapped the system to recall the technique.
"Xu Mu! Give me back my technique! Give it back!"
Shi Fumeng screamed hoarsely.
After obtaining this Heaven-tier technique, she had already planned out her entire future.
She would work hard to improve her cultivation and rely on the Heaven-tier technique to become a powerful elder in the Valley of Ten Thousand Races.
Then, she would secretly cultivate her own faction in preparation for her revenge.
But now, the technique was gone, and everything was just a fantasy.
"It's true what they say, a shameless person is invincible. I merely let you use this technique for an hour, and it suddenly belongs to you?"
As soon as Xu Mu finished speaking, he suddenly drew his black sword and charged at Wu Tian.
Seeing this, Li Poshan quickly said, "Run! You are no match for him right now!"
Wu Tian clapped his hands together, and over a dozen red swords materialized around him, all shooting toward Xu Mu.
Seeing this, Xu Mu didn't dodge at all. He executed the Heaven-tier technique, Heaven-Burning Sword Aura.
With a single strike, he cleaved all the red swords apart.
Just as Xu Mu was about to continue his assault to kill Wu Tian, a figure fell from above like a cannonball.
Xu Mu took a closer look and realized it was Fu Jinyu.
He quickly executed the Cloud Step, flying upward to catch Fu Jinyu in his arms.
However, the force of Fu Jinyu's backward momentum was too strong, sending both of them crashing into the ground.
"Are you okay?"
Fu Jinyu immediately asked.
"Worry about yourself first."
Xu Mu took out a teleportation token and shoved it into Fu Jinyu's hand. "We run in opposite directions!"
Boom!
The two immediately burst with power, sprinting away in opposite directions.
Seeing this, the black-robed old man chased after Xu Mu first, since Mr. Soul wanted him dead.
Killing Xu Mu would also be doing him a favor.
What's more, this kid could counter-control his Sacred Gu; he absolutely could not be allowed to live.
Swish!
His speed was astonishing. Through his perception, Xu Mu realized the old man was rapidly closing in on him.
However, Xu Mu didn't teleport right away; the distance between them was still too close.
He quickly turned his head and cast Demonic Guardian.
The black-robed old man catching up from behind saw this and cursed inwardly, "The current Jiuli Tribe is an absolute disgrace! Handing our Heaven-tier technique over to an outsider, damn it!"
Rumble!
He struck out with a palm.
A massive handprint, several times larger than Xu Mu, slammed into him.
Propelled by this force, Xu Mu flew even faster.
Right at that moment, he took out the teleportation token, and his figure vanished from the spot.
The next moment, Xu Mu appeared beside Fu Jinyu.
Fu Jinyu had already put on a black robe. Upon teleporting there, Xu Mu also took out a black robe and quickly threw it on.
"Let's find a place to rest. You're injured."
Xu Mu took out a healing pill and handed it to Fu Jinyu.
[Affection +5]
Fu Jinyu didn't stand on ceremony. She took it, popped it into her mouth, and said, "Are you heartbroken? Both of the people by your side abandoned you."
"Old Chen didn't. As for Shi Fumeng, I already knew her motives were impure."
Xu Mu explained with a smile.
Chen Xuan's filial piety score toward him was positive, and not low either.
Since he specifically asked if Xu Mu trusted him before leaving, it proved he wasn't running away; he definitely planned to do something else.
Suddenly, he grabbed Fu Jinyu's hand and stopped.
This was a mountainous forest, and ahead was a collapsed area that perfectly formed a cave.
"You go in first."
Xu Mu patted Fu Jinyu's shoulder.
Fu Jinyu nodded slightly and quickly jumped into the cave.
Xu Mu gathered branches and fallen leaves to block the entrance. After camouflaging it, he used a teleportation formation to enter the cave.
At this moment, Fu Jinyu was leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground and panting heavily.
"Let me heal your injuries, hurry!"
Xu Mu patted Fu Jinyu's shoulder.
Fu Jinyu hesitated for a moment but still took off the black robe. She lay on the ground; some of the fragments of the leather armor on her front were embedded in her flesh.
Blood continuously oozed out with her breathing.
"That Jiuli Tribe member from just now should have entered the World-Breaking Realm."
Fu Jinyu sighed deeply. "I don't know what kind of big shot he is in the Jiuli Tribe."
"Then you're really impressive. The further you go, the bigger the gap between realms. You're currently only at the mid-stage of Mortal Shedding, still a distance away from World-Breaking, yet you could actually hold your own against him."
Xu Mu had already stopped Fu Jinyu's bleeding and was slowly removing the leather embedded in her flesh piece by piece.
[Affection +5]
"Stop flattering me. He beat me up like this in just a few moves, what holding my own."
Fu Jinyu suddenly grabbed Xu Mu's hand. "Where are your paws touching?"
"The wound is on your front, is that my fault?"
Xu Mu raised his hands. "Then I won't treat it."
"You..."
Fu Jinyu glared at Xu Mu, then closed her eyes again. "You've done this before anyway, forget it."
"Sigh."
Xu Mu sighed, took out some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and began refining them on the side.
"What are you sighing for? So what if we met an expert who wants to kill you? You're a grown man, what is there to be afraid of?"
Fu Jinyu glanced at Xu Mu. "Don't make me look down on you!"
"No, I was just thinking about the past."
Xu Mu shook his head slightly.
Fu Jinyu asked, "The past what?"
"I remember in the past, my grandma used to work in the fields often. I would play in the fields, flying kites and catching grasshoppers."
Xu Mu paused here. "Now, I suddenly miss my grandma in the fields."
"You still saw your grandma? I... field your mom!"
Fu Jinyu suddenly realized the wordplay, raising her hand to hit Xu Mu, but then she started coughing violently.
"See, you're getting agitated again."
Xu Mu smiled and applied the refined medicinal herbs to Fu Jinyu's front, taking out a bandage to wrap the wound.
He suddenly found that teasing this Sister Empress was actually quite fun.
Just then, the surroundings began to shake violently again.
"If I'm not mistaken, another batch of people has come in. The Immortality Research Institute is truly damned."
Xu Mu frowned suddenly as he spoke. "Not good, someone is approaching... Great, my older brother is here too."
"Are you an idiot? One second it's bad, and the next it's good."
Fu Jinyu immediately pulled another suit of armor from his spatial ring and put it on.

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.”

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?!

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!