Hearing this, Xu Mu smiled and shrugged. He knew his own limits; in his current state, he couldn't gain any advantage over this woman.
"Sister, from what you're saying, you don't plan on letting me go?"
"Exactly."
Yue Wangshu replied without hesitation.
"In that case, I won't hold back out of tenderness for a woman."
As soon as Xu Mu's voice fell, the water droplets transformed into countless ice spikes.
Swish, swish...
The sound of piercing wind echoed through the air.
This attack was far stronger than the last, both in power and speed.
Specks of starlight appeared in front of Xu Mu. As the ice spikes approached him, they completely vanished.
Seeing this, Yue Wangshu's eyes widened in shock.
Swish, swish, swish...
Suddenly, all of those ice spikes appeared right above Tong Guoguo's body.
Tong Guoguo had been immersed in her grief, lying motionless on the ground.
When she saw the ice spikes appear before her eyes, her jaw dropped. "Damn it..."
She immediately rolled on the ground to dodge, but quite a few ice spikes still struck her body.
Pressing one hand against the ground, Tong Guoguo darted over ten meters away.
She looked at the few ice spikes lodged in her body and pulled them out directly.
"Shameless! So when you said you wouldn't hold back out of tenderness, you meant toward me!"
Tong Guoguo glared at Xu Mu and cursed.
"Well, you have thick skin anyway. You've tried to kill me time and time again, and I've let you go every time. I had to teach you a lesson eventually."
Xu Mu paused, then looked at Yue Wangshu. "Besides, I really like Sister's blue-and-white porcelain dress, and I didn't want to ruin it."
"Hmph! Don't think I don't know. You just like her nice figure, don't you?"
Tong Guoguo cast a cold glance at Yue Wangshu.
Xu Mu was a bit surprised. It seemed the relationship between these two wasn't as good as he had thought.
"Was that a cultivation technique you just used? To actually be able to redirect my attack... just who are you?"
Yue Wangshu's gaze gradually grew solemn.
"My identity is a secret. However, since Sister asked, I'll reluctantly tell you."
Xu Mu paused and said with a smile, "I am an ass-tronomer."
"An astronomer?"
Yue Wangshu frowned.
"Exactly, I love deeply studying the shape and bounce of heavenly bodies, like yours for example."
Xu Mu said while looking at Yue Wangshu.
"He's insulting you."
Tong Guoguo glanced at Yue Wangshu.
"I know that, of course."
Yue Wangshu closed the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, but a smile still lingered on her face.
"How about we join forces?"
Tong Guoguo looked at Yue Wangshu.
"That wouldn't be very appropriate, would it? Having to team up to deal with someone so weak would be a blow to my pride."
Yue Wangshu said with a smile.
"I heard Mr. Soul say that last time in the Inner Realm, even when he acted personally, he failed to kill Xu Mu."
It was precisely because of this that Tong Guoguo had been forgiven by Mr. Soul.
Wang Hun had previously thought that Tong Guoguo was showing mercy, but after truly witnessing Xu Mu's survival skills, he realized that it was perfectly normal for Tong Guoguo to be unable to kill him.
"Even Mr. Soul couldn't kill him?"
Yue Wangshu's face filled with surprise. She then said, "Guoguo, let me handle him alone. I want to see exactly what this stinky man is capable of."
Boom!
In an instant, the earth beneath Yue Wangshu's feet caved in by several meters, the ground shattering into pieces.
Tong Guoguo, who was standing nearby, was sent flying by the shockwave of this power.
Xu Mu's eyes widened. In the mere blink of an eye, he found the sharp tip of the umbrella right in front of him.
It was only ten centimeters away from his eye.
"So fast!"
Xu Mu was secretly alarmed. He quickly leaned back and kicked the oil-paper umbrella, forcing the tip to deflect upwards.
He executed his Cloud Steps technique and flew off into the distance.
Yue Wangshu immediately gave chase, and the two of them disappeared from the area in the blink of an eye.
Tong Guoguo took a deep breath and sat on a nearby rock to recover her strength.
She grabbed her hair. For some reason, after seeing Xu Mu, she felt somewhat irritated.
She even had a feeling deep in her heart that she didn't want to be enemies with Xu Mu.
Was it because he had spared her life several times, and she had developed a sense of compassion?
Tong Guoguo shook her head. She didn't understand this feeling.
Just like earlier, Xu Mu truly had a chance to kill her.
As she was lost in thought, two bald men appeared in the distance. They were test subjects from the Immortality Research Institute.
"Boss, why are you sitting here?"
One of the bald men asked curiously.
"It's nothing. It looks like the managers of the Myriad Races Valley won't surrender to the Sanitation Department."
Tong Guoguo took out her phone. "It's about time. We'll leave the rest to Director Zhou. Let's get ready to withdraw."
...
Xu Mu was swatted to the ground by Yue Wangshu's umbrella.
He reacted quickly, landing firmly on the hillside, causing the ground to cave in a few meters.
Scanning his surroundings with his perception, he decided that the safest method was still to find a third person to absorb the damage for him.
Right at that moment, Yue Wangshu's figure slowly descended from above, blocking Xu Mu's path.
"There is no one else here now. We can speak honestly with each other."
Yue Wangshu looked at Xu Mu and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Didn't I just say..."
"I am asking you seriously. I can introduce myself first. My name is Yue Wangshu, the third patriarch of the Myriad Races Valley."
Yue Wangshu interrupted Xu Mu. "I don't care much for managing the affairs of the Myriad Races Valley, which is why the outside world once believed there were only two patriarchs."
Hearing this, Xu Mu's expression also grew serious. "What are you trying to say?"
"What I want to say is that not everyone in the Myriad Races Valley wants to cooperate with the Immortality Research Institute."
Yue Wangshu pointed at herself. "For example, I don't like hypocrites like Wang Hun."
Hearing this, Xu Mu asked curiously, "Then why don't you lead your people to surrender?"
"This world isn't just black and white. Just because I hate Wang Hun doesn't necessarily mean I like you Yanhuang descendants."
Yue Wangshu said to Xu Mu, "That's why I'm asking who you are. If you're from the Sanitation Department, then forget it. But if you're not, I might be willing to cooperate with you."
Xu Mu spread his hands and said, "But I am a Yanhuang descendant."
"There are good and bad people among the Yanhuang descendants too. As long as you aren't from the Sanitation Department, I can try cooperating with you."
Yue Wangshu opened her oil-paper umbrella once again.
"Why seek me out?"
Xu Mu frowned. "You aren't trying to use a honey trap on me, are you?"
He checked her filial piety value toward him and found it was 0, meaning she was a complete stranger.
"At your age, to be able to use Heaven-tier cultivation techniques and possess a Holy Gu, you must have quite the background."
Yue Wangshu paused before continuing, "And the most important point is that Wang Hun wants to kill you."
"Why does that matter?"
"The fact that he wants to kill you proves you definitely aren't his man. That is very important to me."
Yue Wangshu explained.
"My name is Xu Mu. I come from the Zhengdefa Heretical Sect. This sect doesn't involve itself in worldly affairs, so you've definitely never heard of it."
Xu Mu looked at Yue Wangshu. "How do you want to cooperate?"
In the end, there was only one reason he had spoken so much with Yue Wangshu: she was the female lead.

'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.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”