Wu Li happened to know that the Yin-Yang Sect woman he had encountered before was right here.
That was why he sought her out, making her try to lure this Xu Mu out.
This way, if the Xu family really had experts, it would have nothing to do with him.
As for Song Nuanyang standing before him, Wu Li had never taken her seriously. Back in the ruins, the two had fought fiercely over a treasure.
But in the end, when the Jiuli Tribe experts arrived, he had already snatched the treasure back.
He had also received news that the Yin-Yang Sect had been too arrogant in recent years and was wiped out by the Cleaners.
Song Nuanyang couldn't possibly call upon any sect experts. To Wu Li, someone like her was just a grasshopper at the end of autumn—her days were numbered.
He could easily crush her.
Towards Song Nuanyang, he only held a playful attitude.
For example, crippling her and making her show him the abilities of the Yin-Yang Sect.
He didn't mind that this woman had been used by many people; he was just in it for the novelty anyway.
However, this Xu Mu was crucial to his future grand plans.
The chief of the Seventh Tribe of the Jiuli had many sons.
Excluding those useless sons, there were only two who could compete with him.
This time, Third Mother's treasure was of utmost importance to him. If he could obtain it, his strength would advance even further.
His chances of vying for the chief position in the future would also be much higher.
Song Nuanyang looked at Xu Mu beside her. The person the other party was looking for was right in front of them, and she didn't know what to do.
However, one thing Song Nuanyang knew very clearly was that Wu Li definitely wouldn't let her off easily.
Xu Mu looked at the two women lying on the ground over there. His primary goal right now was to rescue them first.
"Then let's go find Xu Mu first."
Xu Mu smiled and winked at Song Nuanyang.
"Let me make this clear first. If you dare to go to the Cleaners, these two women will definitely die. And of course, that includes you two."
Wu Li pointed at the several men in black robes. "These are all top-tier experts of mine. Killing you would be as easy as taking something out of a pocket."
"Don't worry."
After Xu Mu said that, he and Song Nuanyang walked down the mountain together.
Song Nuanyang originally wanted to ask about Xu Mu's plan, but she found that Xu Mu suddenly vanished before her eyes.
Her expression changed drastically. Before she could even react, the vibration of Qi came from the distance.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the entire hillside shook violently.
Song Nuanyang quickly rushed back, only to find that Xu Mu had already captured Wu Li.
A dagger had pierced through his arms in quick succession, and now the blade was resting against his neck.
Not only Song Nuanyang, but even Wu Li, the victim himself, didn't react in time.
He had clearly watched the two of them leave. Suddenly, his arms were pierced, hurting so much that he couldn't swing them, and then he was controlled by this man.
"Ah!"
Wu Li let out a low growl, the pain in his arms making his expression contort. "You brat! I didn't expect you to know stealth techniques!"
"Young Master!"
Seeing this, the black-robed men over there all looked over nervously.
Song Nuanyang also arrived in front of Xu Mu at this time, her heart filled with shock.
One must know that Wu Li's realm was the same as hers—Peak Grandmaster.
Back in the ruins, the two were evenly matched and fought for a long time.
But Xu Mu subdued him in an instant. This proved that he could just as easily deal with her.
[Affection +10]
At first, she thought Xu Mu couldn't defeat her. Now she realized that he had been showing mercy all along.
"Brat! If you dare to touch me, endless slaughter will await you!"
Wu Li tried hard to keep himself calm.
"But I've already touched you twice. What should we do about that?"
Xu Mu smiled and tightened his grip on the dagger. "Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well slaughter you first. That way, even if I die, I won't lose out."
"Wait! As long as you let me go now, I can let bygones be bygones."
Wu Li trembled in fear and said quickly.
"You'll let bygones be bygones? I, the dignified Dragon King, would be afraid of a lowly scumbag like you?"
Xu Mu said with a proud face, "Let me tell you, I, Ye Chen, will sooner or later annihilate you bastards from the Jiuli Tribe!"
"You are Ye Chen?"
Wu Li frowned; he seemed to have heard this name before.
"I never change my name. I am Ye Chen. I've been displeased with your Jiuli Tribe for a long time now. Before long, I will lead my three thousand soldiers to trample you all."
Xu Mu's dagger pressed deeper into Wu Li's neck, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out. "Let those two women go, or I'll make your head part ways with your body."
Song Nuanyang rolled her eyes from the side. Never changes his name, yeah right. From the time she met him today until now, he had already changed his name several times.
"If I let them go, what if you don't let me go?"
Wu Li tried his best to stay calm, but facing the threat of death, his legs couldn't help but tremble.
"You don't have a choice, because your life is more important than theirs."
Xu Mu looked at the black-robed men in the distance. "Let's make a big gamble. I'll count to ten. If you don't retreat to that hill over there, I'll kill him."
"Kid! If you kill me, you'll die too. No, your whole family will!"
Wu Li's face was pale, but his tone remained cold.
"I, Ye Chen, have no family. I only have my three thousand soldiers. If you have the guts, come at me!"
Xu Mu said calmly, "One! Two! Three..."
The black-robed men in the distance stood motionless, but they all stared at Wu Li, waiting for his orders.
In these short few seconds, Wu Li's brain was spinning frantically.
If he died, the best outcome would be his subordinates killing these two people.
But if he was dead, what use would it be to kill these two?
What Wu Li feared, however, was that even if he let these two go, this Ye Chen would still kill him.
However, one option meant certain death, while the other only carried a chance of death.
He could only choose the latter.
"Seven!"
"Retreat quickly!"
Wu Li shouted quickly.
The black-robed men over there immediately retreated into the distance, heading towards the hill about five hundred meters away.
Without waiting for Xu Mu's instructions, Song Nuanyang quickly stepped forward and helped the two women up.
Xu Mu scanned them with his perception and found that the two were only injured; there were no Gu bugs in their bodies.
Perhaps in Wu Li's eyes, mere Mingjin martial artists weren't worth using Gu on.
"You guys go, quickly!"
Xu Mu said to Song Nuanyang.
"Xu... The promise I made you, I will definitely keep! Ye Chen, thank you!"
Song Nuanyang almost called out Xu Mu's name. Fortunately, she reacted quickly.
Wu Li said flatly, "Ye Chen, the people have been released. Shouldn't you let me go now?"
"Alright, I'm a man of my word. I'll let you go this time, but the next time we meet, I'll attack you again!"
Xu Mu lowered his dagger and gave Wu Li a hard push on the back.
Then, he turned and left, walking down the mountain.
Wu Li stared at Xu Mu's retreating figure with a sinister gaze. He knew everything—his name and his appearance.
Once his arms recovered, he would first chop off Xu Mu's arms, and then feed him to the Gu bugs on his body.
Right at this moment, Xu Mu in the distance suddenly turned around and looked at Wu Li. "What a coincidence, we meet again."

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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?"

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?"