Even though Song Nuanyang had her back to Xu Mu, his perception allowed him to see everything clearly.
He shook his head slightly. At least from the current situation, this Song Nuanyang treated Ye Yu fairly well.
However, he definitely had to continue.
Because Xu Mu hadn't put any real pressure on her yet.
The powder ground from Spring Night Grass fell into the teapot and instantly melted away.
Being colorless and odorless, it was indeed very difficult to detect. Only after it was ingested, reacted with the body, and exhaled as stale air could most people smell it.
However, Xu Mu possessed Pharmaceutical Mastery. As long as he tasted it, he could instantly identify it.
Even without his perception, he wouldn't fall for such a low-level trap.
After putting in the Spring Night Grass powder, Song Nuanyang took out some tea leaves and brewed them in the pot.
Little brother Chen Xuan, I actually have some past connections with the Nine Li Tribe.
Song Nuanyang carried the teapot to the sofa in front of Xu Mu. She brought two teacups, filled them both, and said, Please.
Elder Song, there is something I am not sure if I should say.
Please speak.
Is not your place a coffee shop? Brewing tea for me, do you have some ulterior motive?
Xu Mu smiled and picked up the tea. If I am not mistaken, something might have been added to this.
Little brother Chen Xuan is truly cautious. The price of these tea leaves is dozens of times more expensive than coffee. I only bring them out to entertain distinguished guests.
Song Nuanyang said with a smile, Since you think it is poisoned, I will drink first to show my respect.
She picked up her own teacup, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp.
Now I think it is not the tea that is poisoned, but my cup.
Xu Mu said, pointing at the cup in front of him.
Then I will drink this one too.
Song Nuanyang picked up the teacup in front of Xu Mu and swallowed it in one gulp as well.
Xu Mu was a little surprised. That powder was definitely Spring Night Grass. Why did this woman dare to drink it?
According to the knowledge he had acquired so far, Spring Night Grass was not a poison; it merely stimulated the body's primal instincts.
Other natural treasures could not neutralize it at all. In fact, consuming other treasures would only accelerate blood circulation, making the effects even stronger.
Is it okay now?
Song Nuanyang looked at Xu Mu with a smile and refilled his cup. I just want to have a friendly conversation with you. How could I possibly poison you?
Xu Mu smiled and picked up the teacup in front of him. Looking at Song Nuanyang, who was staring intently at him, he chuckled, Hehe, I do not drink tea.
After saying that, he put the teacup back down.
You...
Song Nuanyang did not expect this bastard to be so careful. She had drank two cups in a row, yet he still refused to take a single sip.
If this person had drunk the water laced with Spring Night Grass, dealing with him would have been a breeze.
But this person was far too cautious.
What about me? Drinking too much tea is bad for you. I only drink plain boiled water.
Xu Mu pointed at Song Nuanyang. I will give you ten more seconds. Take out your phone and call them right now. Otherwise, I will take you away right this instant, straight to the Sanitation Department.
This is top-quality tea. If you will not drink it, I will just have to drink it myself. I will have one last cup.
Song Nuanyang picked up the teapot again. Just as she was about to pour the tea, she suddenly smashed it toward Xu Mu's face.
Xu Mu had been on guard against this woman the whole time. He quickly raised his hand and shattered the teapot with a slap.
Taking the opportunity, his body retreated backward, instantly dodging out of the way.
Crash!
The teapot shattered, and the water inside spilled all over the floor.
You Nine Li Tribe bastard! I want you dead!
Song Nuanyang clenched her fists, her long black hair dancing wildly with the release of her Qi.
For two irrelevant little girls, is it really worth it?
Xu Mu immediately unleashed the Demonic Guardian, completely sealing himself. You are only at the Grandmaster Peak. Killing you would be as easy as taking something out of my pocket.
Then let us try and see!
Even after seeing the Nine Li Tribe's Heaven-tier technique, the Demonic Guardian, Song Nuanyang prepared to charge forward anyway.
Stop!
Xu Mu suddenly raised both hands and deactivated the Heaven-tier technique on his body. I surrender, I am not fighting!
Damn it...
Song Nuanyang roared in anger, not stopping her attack at all.
To deal with this person, she had used the Yin Yang Sect's lost Heaven-tier technique.
Emotion Fire Tribulation.
This Heaven-tier technique had a very special activation method.
Normally, its attack power was equivalent to an Earth-tier technique.
But when one was full of love, such as when trying to save a beloved, this emotion fire would be maximized.
Then, an evil cultivation method emerged.
That was to consume Spring Night Grass. Spring Night Grass could bring a person's state of mind back to primal instincts.
After eating it, there was no need to save a beloved; one could simply elevate the emotion fire within their body.
Thus allowing it to exert a strength far exceeding that of Earth-tier techniques.
The only flaw was that the emotion fire had to be completely burned out. Otherwise, the user would suffer a backlash, just like an ordinary person consuming Spring Night Grass.
Song Nuanyang had been severely injured. She had just taken healing pills, and although she had improved, she had not fully recovered.
To deal with the enemy in front of her, she had no choice but to make an exception and use the Emotion Fire Tribulation.
This move was her last resort. Under normal circumstances, she only used it as an Earth-tier technique.
Now that she had put all her eggs in one basket, you are telling me you surrender?
How is that possible!?
Holy crap! What is wrong with you? I already surrendered, why are you still attacking me?
Xu Mu quickly opened the room's window and jumped straight out.
This Song Nuanyang was at the same realm as Shi Fumeng, both at the Grandmaster Peak. However, Song Nuanyang was obviously a bit stronger.
She belonged to the type of expert who was just one step away from reaching the Mortal Shedding Realm.
Fighting such a person in the outside world would spell disaster for the surrounding buildings.
Not to mention, his purpose this time was merely to test Song Nuanyang, and he found that she was actually quite loyal.
Then there was even less need to fight.
Song Nuanyang disregarded everything and followed him out the window. At this moment, pink flames were overflowing from her eyes.
Her speed suddenly skyrocketed as she swiftly charged toward Xu Mu.
Seeing this, Xu Mu immediately said, Do you want to destroy this whole place? To tell you the truth, Ye Yu and I are family!
What?
Song Nuanyang, who was about to attack, suddenly stopped. Since the other party could call out Ye Yu's name, it proved that he had been lying earlier.
Since Ye Yu is mixing with someone from your Yin Yang Sect, I naturally had to come over and investigate your intentions.
Xu Mu spread his hands and explained, Now I can see that you probably do not bear any ill will toward her.
Damn it! Why did you not say so earlier? Get lost! Get the hell out of here!
Song Nuanyang felt the emotion fire surging up and immediately growled at Xu Mu.
She immediately jumped back into the room, locked the window, and drew the curtains.
She then deadbolted the second-floor door and quickly ran back to the bedroom.
Song Nuanyang felt dizzy. She lowered her head, trying to take off her boots, but found that she could not get them off at all.
The more anxious she became, the stronger the emotion fire grew.
Thud!
Suddenly, the flickering light in her eyes dissipated, and her whole body stiffened. It is too late, I am done for!
Then, her body pitched forward, and she collapsed onto the floor.

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”