Xu Mu was utterly astonished—what on earth was a third-grade Self-Healing Pill?
Judging by the name, it should be some kind of medicinal pill.
He decided to check its main effects later. For now, he would wait for the rest of the rewards to finish rolling in.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 10 attribute points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 50 cultivation points.]
Xu Mu nodded to himself in satisfaction. More cultivation points were always welcome. His top priority right now was to elevate his own realm.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Earth-grade cultivation technique: Cloud Step.]
"Holy—Earth-grade?!"
Xu Mu was thrilled when he saw the Earth-grade technique pop up.
Nearby, Ye Tong was tidying up and muttered to herself, "What's wrong today? Tired?"
"I'm not in the best shape today. Let's just sleep," Xu Mu replied, patting her head.
According to the lore, cultivation techniques were categorized into Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow grades. Of course, there were techniques above Heaven-grade, but those existed only in legends.
Under normal circumstances, the strongest techniques were Heaven-grade—secret arts typically possessed only by major factions or top-tier sects.
Earth-grade techniques were so rare that even most reclusive clans didn’t have them. Only the most elite hidden families might possess one.
Xu Mu never expected to pull one from the draw.
The rewards weren’t over yet, so Xu Mu continued waiting.
However, the next few draws were all consolation prizes.
Once everything settled, Xu Mu reviewed his ten-draw haul:
A third-grade Self-Healing Pill and an Earth-grade technique.
The cultivation points this time were decent—150 in total—while the attribute points amounted to 40.
Xu Mu first examined the Self-Healing Pill’s details. According to the description, it could cure early-stage tumors.
It instantly enhanced the body’s cellular phagocytic ability, breaking down and consuming the tumor to achieve self-healing.
To put it simply, tumors meant cancer—so this pill could treat early-stage cancer.
Incredible!
Next, he checked the Earth-grade technique, Cloud Step. After reviewing it, he realized it wasn’t an offensive skill.
In simple terms, Cloud Step allowed the user to channel Qi beneath their feet, enabling double jumps, triple jumps, and so on.
As one’s cultivation grew stronger, the number of steps increased, eventually allowing the user to walk on air.
Xu Mu was awestruck. As expected of an Earth-grade technique—it could even grant flight!
Though, given his current realm, he wasn’t sure how many steps he could manage.
He allocated all his attribute points, further enhancing his physical and mental stats.
[Congratulations, Host, for advancing to Dark Force Mid-Stage.]
He checked his updated attributes:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villainous Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Dark Force Mid-Stage
Physique: 190
Spirit: 190
Cultivation Value: 10 (Max: 200)
Destiny Power: 40
Logically, he should’ve been in a state of post-enlightenment calm, but with his recent breakthrough, his body reacted with renewed vigor.
However, Ye Tong was already asleep, so Xu Mu didn’t disturb her. Everything could wait until morning.
......
The next morning, Xu Mu opened his eyes and quietly got out of bed, heading downstairs to the first-floor bathhouse.
He didn’t want anyone seeing him practice his new technique.
The yard had surveillance cameras, as did the living room. The second-floor bathroom was too cramped.
The best spot was the first-floor bathhouse—a spacious area meant for soaking.
Any technique Xu Mu drew would instantly integrate into his knowledge, allowing him to use it effortlessly.
He leaped into the air and activated Cloud Step.
Despite being midair, he felt as though there was something solid beneath his feet, allowing him to push off again.
One step, two steps, three steps—at Dark Force Mid-Stage, he could take three steps in midair.
Factoring in his initial jump, Xu Mu felt like clearing a dozen meters in height would be child’s play.
"Ah, right—the Self-Healing Pill."
Xu Mu retrieved a black pill from his storage space, about the size of a marble from his childhood.
He sniffed it, and his mind instantly recognized the medicinal components.
It was then that he remembered—he had Pharmaceutical Mastery.
Meaning, he could analyze this pill and potentially replicate it. A cure for tumors? That would outperform weight-loss drugs by miles.
He took a careful whiff, even giving it a tentative lick, before shaking his head slightly.
The pill contained two rare spiritual herbs, making mass production impossible.
Just then, his phone rang.
He sighed, assuming it was his father again, but when he checked, it was Zhao Yingying.
Xu Mu answered, "Yingying, your mom’s surgery should be over by now, right?"
"Brother Mu… sob…"
Zhao Yingying burst into tears the moment she heard his voice, crying even harder than when she’d asked for money before.
"What happened?" Xu Mu frowned.
"Brother Mu… during the surgery yesterday, the doctor said Mom has stomach cancer. She needs to transfer hospitals, but she refused treatment and insisted on going home. I couldn’t stop her…"
Zhao Yingying’s voice trembled with sobs.
"At her age, it should still be early-stage, right?" Xu Mu asked calmly.
"Yes, the doctor confirmed it’s early-stage and treatable, but it’ll cost even more. Mom already took a taxi home by herself…"
By now, Zhao Yingying was crying too hard to speak.
"Send me your address. I’ll head over right now," Xu Mu said into the phone.
He felt the Self-Healing Pill in his hand might just be the solution. Early-stage cancer was curable, after all.
The two spiritual herbs inside weren’t even top-tier, so if needed, he could craft more later.
As for this one, maybe he’d give it to Zhao Yingying’s mother.
Without eating breakfast, Xu Mu sent a message to Ye Tong and drove to the address Zhao Yingying provided.
Her home was in the same district as Lu Xueyao’s, though on opposite ends—east versus west.
When Xu Mu arrived, he found Zhao Yingying waiting outside an apartment building.
He parked by the curb, and the moment he stepped out, she rushed over, burying her tear-streaked face in his chest.
"Brother Mu, I’m sorry for calling so early… Mom sneaked out while I was in the bathroom this morning and came home by herself…"
Her face was drenched in tears.
"It’s fine. Let me talk to her."
Xu Mu gently patted her head.
[Affection +10]
"Okay, Brother Mu."
Zhao Yingying immediately turned and led the way. Her family lived on the second floor.
When Xu Mu entered, he noticed the rusty iron door, but the inside was a stark contrast to the worn-out exterior.
Though cluttered, everything was neatly arranged, giving off a warm, homey vibe.
Li Yun sat on the living room sofa, dressed in black pants and a fitted blue sweater.
Xu Mu was stunned. Before, she’d been in a hospital bed under blankets, so he’d only seen her mature face.
Now, seeing her full figure, he realized she was extraordinary—her presence was even more imposing than Xu Ningbing’s.
But unlike Xu Ningbing’s almost cartoonishly exaggerated proportions, Li Yun carried a different kind of allure.
Her waist was free of excess fat, a perfect golden ratio.
Li Yun, on the other hand, had a slight softness around her midsection—a hint of plumpness that complemented her mature, captivating face.
Most men would find it impossible to look away.
No wonder Fang Chu had taken a liking to Li Yun. Even Xu Mu was starting to suspect that Li Yun was his primary target, with Zhao Yingying merely an afterthought.
"Mom..."
"Enough."
Li Yun's eyes were slightly red as she glanced at Xu Mu. "Xu Mu, I apologize for my daughter causing you trouble."
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?!
invincible power, Gu Changge transmigrates into a fantasy world, bound to a sign-in system that grants him cultivation rewards and various peerless treasures daily. While others struggle desperately to break through their cultivation realms, he has long since reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming a reclusive Emperor whose true strength even he himself cannot fathom. Originally planning to lie low and retire peacefully on Purple Bamboo Peak, the system suddenly issues a new task — take on disciples. With no other choice, Gu Changge casually picks up a few disciples: The eldest disciple, born with a War God Constitution, is thrown a copy of "War God Stratagems" by him, and ends up conquering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, becoming a peerless War God who sweeps across the cosmos. The second disciple, possessing a Chaos Sword Body, can break all techniques with a single sword, his swordsmanship unmatched throughout history. He points his sword at the heavens: "My master said, the sword and the man stand together. If the sword perishes... my master will give me another one." The third disciple, a reborn Empress who returns to her throne, her elegance and grace overshadowing all beings. And without anyone noticing, his own sect, the Qingxuan Sect, has become the number one sect on the continent. Looking at these unbelievably formidable disciples, Gu Changge, holding the "Primordial Purple Qi" he just signed in for, falls into deep thought: — Wasn't this supposed to be a peaceful retirement? How did I become the ultimate master?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
