Xu Mu stood downstairs, using his perception to check on Song Nuanyang.
Judging from her expression, the Spring Night Grass must have taken effect.
He noticed one detail very carefully: only after the pink energy on Song Nuanyang's body dissipated did the effects of the Spring Night Grass appear.
It seemed she had been using some sort of cultivation technique to suppress this energy.
Xu Mu was about to leave when he noticed something critical: Song Nuanyang suddenly collapsed to the floor.
Her eyes were glazed over, her body twisting and trembling like a snake, completely drained of strength.
He knew this state all too well; clearly, the drug had fully kicked in.
Xu Mu originally wanted to leave, but on second thought, he was partly to blame for this incident.
Thus, he walked back into the coffee shop.
The few young people here were chatting on the first floor.
As soon as he stepped through the door, the doorbell chimed Welcome once again.
The group looked toward the entrance, and a brown-haired woman among them looked a bit surprised.
"Sir, weren't you just..."
"You, come upstairs with me," Xu Mu said, pointing at the brown-haired woman. "Your boss is in danger."
He was a man of strict principles. Under normal circumstances, members joining his Judo club needed specific qualifications.
Such as having attacked him before.
Aside from rescuing them, he also brought a hint of psychological humiliation.
Of course, apart from these people, there were passive cases like Xiao Ran.
Ye Tong was different from them.
After all, they were husband and wife, and Ye Tong had also once joined Morgan International.
But Song Nuanyang was different.
This time, Xu Mu had actively sought her out and even pretended to be the bad guy, demanding she call Ye Yu and Bai Yi over.
That was the only reason she had attacked him. For him to force her into his club now would be somewhat unreasonable.
Therefore, he figured he would have this woman help her out of her predicament.
"What? The boss is in danger?"
Hearing this, a man with a buzz cut immediately dashed toward the stairs.
"Stop! No men allowed upstairs, only women."
Xu Mu's figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he blocked the stairway.
"Brat! Get out of the way!"
The buzz-cut man threw a punch, but before he could even touch Xu Mu, he suffered a massive shock and was sent flying backward.
"I said, only women can go up," Xu Mu said calmly.
"I'll go!"
The brown-haired woman nodded.
"Don't go! This guy is a bastard! He just went into the room to talk with the boss, and now he claims she's in danger."
The buzz-cut man said from the floor where he had landed, "He definitely wants to take advantage of both you and the boss at the same time!"
Hearing this, another woman who had wanted to go up and help quickly stopped in her tracks.
The brown-haired woman also hesitated, standing frozen in place.
"What the hell? If you wait any longer, your boss is going to die."
Xu Mu was somewhat speechless.
"You two women run, quickly! We'll figure something out here!"
Another man said urgently.
"Alright, stop running. I have no interest in you. I'll just go deal with your boss directly."
Xu Mu had no choice. This was an unavoidable situation; he couldn't exactly call Ye Yu to come help right now.
It might be too late by then.
Xu Mu returned to the door, used his inner energy to shatter the lock, and walked into the bedroom.
At this moment, Song Nuanyang was lying on the floor, her eyes glassy. Her head was turned to the side as she bit into the leg of a nearby table.
Clearly, her brain had turned to mush.
When she saw Xu Mu, her most primal urges were instantly triggered.
She lunged at him like a madwoman. Because she was so agitated, she tripped and fell twice despite the short distance.
Xu Mu immediately went over and pinned her hands down first.
He remembered what happened with Xiao Ran before; back then, to save her, Xu Mu had never intended to do that sort of thing.
Who could have expected her to be so aggressive, causing his soft hardware system to suddenly undergo a massive upgrade.
This time, he had to eliminate that possibility.
Only after restraining Song Nuanyang did Xu Mu begin his treatment.
...
Song Nuanyang suddenly snapped her eyes open. She saw Xu Mu in front of her, then looked down at herself, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Chen Xuan!"
Song Nuanyang roared. "I'll kill you!"
"Elder Song! Don't be rash. Before you do anything, hear me out."
Xu Mu raised a hand to stop her. "First, it was my mistake that led to you ingesting the Spring Night Grass. Second, I specifically went back down to the coffee shop to get your female employees to help you. The people downstairs can testify to that."
"I'll kill you..."
"Also! I didn't do anything inappropriate to you. I simply cured you through deep muscle tissue conditioning, a therapeutic wellness technique."
Xu Mu interrupted her and continued.
"Wellness?"
Song Nuanyang furrowed her brows. As an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, she naturally knew about matters between men and women.
There were two cultivation methods in her sect: Soul Snatching and Dual Cultivation.
The technique she practiced belonged to the latter, which required finding someone whose soul resonated with hers.
She had never found such a person, so to this day, she remained a virgin.
However, she knew entirely too much about these matters.
Her current physical state didn't feel at all like she had just lost her virginity.
"That's right. With my exceptional massage techniques, it's very easy to deal with this kind of situation."
Xu Mu said, raising his hands.
"You... did you use your hands?! I'll kill you!"
Song Nuanyang flew into a humiliated rage. Somehow, she felt that this was even worse than if he had just taken advantage of her properly.
"You want to kill me for that? I was trying to save you! Since you possessed the Spring Night Grass, you should know its effects. If you completely lost your reason and were consumed by lust, what do you think would have happened?"
Xu Mu took a few steps back.
"Like I needed your help? You are a dead man today!"
The power within Song Nuanyang's body erupted once again.
"Are you sure you want to fight to the death?"
Xu Mu narrowed his eyes.
"Chen Xuan, it's either you or me! I've protected my body for so long, and today it was eaten by a dog... no, licked by a dog."
As Song Nuanyang spoke, her eyes grew red and tears streamed down, ruining her heavy makeup.
"In that case, let me just say one more thing. You really are a difficult woman to deal with."
Xu Mu said with a solemn face. "Most women have two buns, but you... you have three."
"Three? Chen Xuan, your mother..."
Before Song Nuanyang could finish her curse, Xu Mu escaped out the window again.
She quickly jumped down after him, but after taking only two steps, she realized Xu Mu's figure had vanished.
In truth, Xu Mu was not far from her at all, but he had cast a concealment barrier.
Within a certain range, she couldn't see him.
Seeing her walk far away, Xu Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He scanned a shared electric scooter and left the area.
This really was his mistake, and he felt a bit guilty toward Song Nuanyang.
...
As soon as Xu Mu returned home, he saw Ye Yu and Bai Yi preparing to leave.
"Brother-in-law, you're back?"
Ye Yu smiled and ran over when she saw him.
[Favorability +10]
"Boss."
Bai Yi, who was standing to the side, also greeted him with her head slightly bowed.
[Favorability +10]
"Where are you guys heading?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"We... want to go hang out at a friend's place."
Ye Yu had no intention of telling Xu Mu what she was currently up to.

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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.”

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.