Xu Mu frowned from the sidelines. It was obvious without even thinking that this Gao Sheng was working for Cui Yunshen.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Gao, are you being threatened? Blink if you're being threatened."
"Xu Mu! Some jokes can't be made casually. Who would dare threaten Mr. Gao? A spendthrift like you should read more books when you have nothing better to do."
At this point, Cui Yunshen looked at Xu Ningbing and grinned, "Miss Xu, I'm sure you know Mr. Gao's identity."
"Of course. He is the honorary president of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce."
Xu Ningbing answered truthfully.
"Hehe, you're right, but that's not the whole story. Mr. Gao's son works in the Ministry of Commerce of the Dragon Kingdom."
Cui Yunshen glanced at Xu Mu, "Do you understand now?"
Even hidden families wouldn't dare to openly oppose the Dragon Kingdom.
Any captain-level cleaner from the Sanitation Department could wipe out over ninety percent of the hidden families.
Xu Ningbing naturally knew this information too, but there were some things she couldn't say on her own initiative.
She felt displeased, not expecting that Cui Yunshen could actually invite this president.
The Gao family was not simple. They had been in business for three generations. From Gao Sheng's father's generation, the Gao family had been highly renowned in Jiangnan.
Although they were not a hidden family, they had funded many enterprises.
However, this generation's Gao Sheng was far inferior to his father.
When Gao Sheng was young, he was essentially an idle playboy.
But relying on the empire his father had built, he was still somewhat respected in Jiangnan.
Originally, everyone thought the Gao family's reputation would end with Gao Sheng's generation.
Who could have imagined that although he was incompetent, he had raised a good son.
Because of his son, almost all the enterprises in Jiangnan would give him face.
Xu Mu was also pondering in his heart. If such a person were to interfere, there would be great resistance to the Xu family's expansion into Jiangnan.
Regardless, the Xu family's business was foreign to the area, and the Yan family's was an emerging industry.
Most of these old money families in Jiangnan disliked them.
"Young Master Cui, if I recall correctly, didn't you promise me something?"
Xu Mu prepared to use the video as a threat.
"It seems Young Master Xu has been very busy lately and hasn't been watching the news."
Cui Yunshen took out his phone, searched for something, and handed it to Xu Mu.
Xu Mu glanced at it. The headline read: "Second-Generation Rich Framed by AI Video, Blackmailer Ends Up in Prison."
He skimmed the content. It was about someone who used AI to make a video. The man in it was exactly Cui Yunshen, and as for the woman, she was an old lady in her fifties.
Then they used the video to threaten Cui Yunshen. Ultimately, Cui Yunshen chose to report it to the police. The police confirmed it was an AI video and arrested the person.
Seeing this, Xu Mu revealed a faint smile. Cui Yunshen had an expert guiding him from behind the scenes.
This trick of directing and acting in his own play was indeed not bad. Taking the initiative to strike first and create a fake video.
Afterwards, even if Xu Mu released the real video, people would think it was made by AI.
Barring any surprises, Sister Wang from the video had long been bought off.
When the time came, if Cui Yunshen and Sister Wang both denied it and called the police, Xu Mu's real video could be labeled as fake.
"Young Master Xu, AI functions are getting more and more powerful lately. We all need to revere it. If you are slandered, you must call the police immediately."
Cui Yunshen snatched his phone back and spoke in a mocking tone.
"Little Mu, you and Young Master Cui go out and chat. I have some private words with Mr. Gao."
Xu Ningbing didn't want Cui Yunshen to stay here any longer.
"Alright."
Xu Mu nodded with a smile, "Young Master Cui, let's go out and talk."
Cui Yunshen glanced at Gao Sheng, then followed him out.
The two stood by the window in the hallway.
Cui Yunshen smiled at Xu Mu, "Your video has lost its effect. Are you heartbroken?"
"Aren't you afraid I'm recording this, Young Master Cui?"
Xu Mu shrugged nonchalantly.
"Audio recordings can be fabricated too. Anyway, your video is fake; it can't threaten me."
Cui Yunshen shrugged his shoulders.
"The video might be fake, but you really did eat Sister Wang's noodles. The taste must have been pretty good, right?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"You... bleh!"
Cui Yunshen remembered the previous scene, suddenly felt nauseous, and started dry heaving.
Just then, Xu Mu's phone vibrated. He glanced at it and found it was a call from Zhou Xia of the Yin-Yang Sect.
So, Xu Mu answered it, "Hello."
"Xu Mu, it's me, Song Nuanyang."
A female voice came from the other end. "You saved me this time, so I want to invite you over for a banquet. We can just have a simple meal."
Xu Mu hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently, "Alright, send me the address."
After hanging up, Xu Mu patted Cui Yunshen's shoulder, "Young Master Cui, I'll be taking off first."
With that said, Xu Mu went downstairs and headed to the underground parking lot.
He sat in his car and waited for a while, noticing someone had added him on WeChat with the note "Song Nuanyang".
Her profile picture was a sunflower, and her username was "Full of Sunshine," which felt very old-fashioned.
However, it was better than "Blooming Flowers Bring Wealth."
After adding her, the other party sent the address.
Just as Xu Mu was about to leave, his perception caught Gao Sheng and Cui Yunshen coming downstairs together.
He also checked Xu Ningbing's expression; evidently, their conversation had not been pleasant.
Xu Mu did not leave. Instead, he watched them get into their car, wanting to hear what they were planning.
"Young Master Cui, I've already done everything according to your wishes. Call Xiaoying out again and let her keep me company."
Gao Sheng sat in the back seat, grabbing Cui Yunshen's arm. "Xiaoying is simply my soulmate. A day apart from her feels like three years."
Hearing this, Xu Mu couldn't help but shake his head. So he was being controlled by a woman.
If that was the case, he would be much easier to deal with.
...
Driving to the bar, the customer traffic had already picked up at this time in the afternoon.
Xu Mu stated his identity and went up to the second floor.
Zhou Xia took the initiative to push the door open, gesturing for him to enter.
There were only three people inside: Zhou Xia, Han Tianqing, and Song Nuanyang.
"Xu Mu, you're here."
Song Nuanyang smiled in greeting. "I originally wanted to invite you to a restaurant, but Zhou Xia said that when treating a man to a meal, barbecue and beer are top-tier."
Xu Mu looked at the barbecue and beer on the table, glancing at Zhou Xia. "You really understand men. Have you hooked up with anyone lately?"
Zhou Xia lowered her head in slight embarrassment. "Less than before. Besides, my cultivation method is just like this. If I want to progress, I must have men. I can only try my best not to hook up with good guys."
"Forget it, as long as it's consensual... wait!"
Xu Mu suddenly remembered Gao Sheng from earlier. He frowned and said, "I have something to say that might make you angry. Do you mind if I say it?"
"What kind of relationship do we have? Say whatever you want."
Zhou Xia said casually.
"I want you to... accompany an old man, in his fifties."
This sentence from Xu Mu would be an insult to an ordinary woman.
Even towards Zhou Xia in front of him, he still felt a bit apologetic in his heart.
"Of course! It's a win-win."
Zhou Xia revealed a smile.
Xu Mu nodded gently. With this expert from the Yin-Yang Sect around, Gao Sheng's so-called soulmate would have to take a back seat.
"Wait for me, let me send a message first."
Xu Mu took out his phone and asked Xu Ningbing to send over Gao Sheng's phone number.
Let's show this old man the true terror of the Yin-Yang Sect.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”