Xu Mu chatted with the two for a while longer, then got back into the car to prevent Tong Guoguo from waking up.
Tong Guoguo needed to be dealt with for now, but he didn't know where to put her.
After thinking it over, he thought of his neighbor Feng Yue's villa.
His own residence had been exposed, and others might break in in the future.
But Feng Yue's place was different. It was close to him, and his perception could easily cover it.
He planned to dig a large hole under Feng Yue's villa to temporarily imprison Tong Guoguo.
However, before doing that, he felt he should do a lottery draw first.
Checking his Justice points, he found he could do two consecutive ten-draws again.
Xu Mu first looked back at the unconscious Tong Guoguo. Just in case, he took out a small medicine bottle from his storage space.
The bottle contained a thick black liquid and a few silver needles.
This was a natural treasure used to induce comas. After taking out the silver needles, Xu Mu pricked Tong Guoguo a few more times to keep her in a deep sleep.
Only after doing this did Xu Mu start the lottery draw.
The roulette wheel before his eyes began to spin.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 Attribute Points.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Storage Space.
......
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.
As the final draw ended, Xu Mu nodded to himself. Aside from the storage space, everything else was a guaranteed minimum drop.
But this was exactly what Xu Mu wanted to see. There were no flashy, useless items; aside from the useful things, only the basic drops remained.
Xu Mu proceeded with the second round of draws.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Level Eight Formation, Short-Distance Transfer Formation.
"Holy crap?"
Xu Mu suddenly sat up straight. He had actually obtained a transfer formation, and it didn't look like a token or anything similar.
It was the formation itself, meaning he could carve it at will.
This was definitely a good thing.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 Attribute Points.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining ten kilograms of Spirit Stones.
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Xu Mu grew increasingly surprised. This was something new. The primary use of spirit stones was to carve large-scale formations.
He had a few on hand, but he didn't expect to draw this kind of item.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.
......
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 Attribute Points.
The second ten-draw ended. In a way, there was no trash this time either.
Out of twenty draws, nineteen were guaranteed minimum drops.
He obtained a total of 300 Cultivation Points and 180 Attribute Points.
Xu Mu added all these points and felt the changes in his body, nodding to himself.
His strength had increased quite a bit. He checked his current status panel:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villain Holy Body, HR Manager of Xu Group
Realm: Mid-stage Grandmaster
Physique: 1890
Spirit: 1890
Cultivation Points: 900 (Max 1600)
Destiny Power: 3062
Xu Mu nodded inwardly, then immediately checked the level eight formation he had just acquired.
Memories inexplicably surfaced in his mind, as if he had known this formation for a long time.
Simply put, this short-distance transfer formation involved carving two formations that could teleport between each other.
But as the name suggested, the distance couldn't be too far.
It was only about five hundred meters. However, for Xu Mu, this was more than enough.
He immediately got out of the car and rang the doorbell at Feng Yue's house.
A moment later, Feng Yue, dressed in sportswear, came out to open the door. A towel was draped over her shoulder, indicating she had just been exercising.
With her rapid breathing, her cheeks looked flushed and pink.
"Boss, are you inviting me over for dinner again today?"
Feng Yue asked with a smile.
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"No, I plan to build a prison here at your place."
Xu Mu walked in with a smile, looking around.
"What? A prison? I won't get arrested, will I?"
Feng Yue was taken aback at first, then asked with a laugh.
"No, an underground prison."
Xu Mu paced back and forth in the villa's yard, finally walking to the backyard.
He observed his surroundings and found this spot to be quite good. It was blocked by high walls on all sides, making it impossible to be seen.
"This is the spot. You go back to what you were doing; leave the rest to me."
Xu Mu waved his hand at Feng Yue.
Feng Yue nodded with a smile. "Be careful with the foundation. If you tear down my house, I'll have to live at your place from now on."
After saying that, Feng Yue returned to the villa to continue exercising on the treadmill.
Xu Mu directly executed the White Emperor Holy Sword. Several long swords transformed into earth drills and pierced into the ground.
To minimize the noise, Xu Mu made the long swords spin as they went deeper underground.
However, there was bound to be some noise, so Xu Mu could only work as quickly as possible.
Finally, after drilling a hole twenty to thirty meters deep, he jumped down.
Stepping on the ground beneath his feet, he found it to be fairly dry. He had been afraid that if he kept digging, he would hit water and dig a well instead.
Next, Xu Mu began to excavate with the White Emperor Holy Sword, carving out a massive space underground.
This space far exceeded the area of Feng Yue's house, expanding outward in all directions.
Since it was underground anyway, no one else would know.
Then, Xu Mu took out the spirit stones, preparing to carve a formation here.
As a level seven formation master, he could already proficiently carve illusion formations.
The main purpose of this formation wasn't to trap enemies, but to change the surrounding scenery.
Otherwise, in such a pitch-black place, even Xu Mu would get claustrophobia.
It had to be said that illusion formations were quite difficult to carve. Even though Xu Mu could use them proficiently, it still took him a full two hours to finish.
Once the formation was complete, the scene before his eyes changed.
The originally sunless underground turned into a grassy meadow, with snow-capped mountains in the distance.
Of course, all of this was fake.
Finally, Xu Mu used the spirit stones to carve his newly learned level eight formation here.
If he only used his own Qi to carve it, the formation would probably last for an hour or two.
But if he used spirit stones, it could last for at least a few years.
The more spirit stones used, the longer it would last.
Lastly, he carved a binding formation at the exit using spirit stones to prevent Tong Guoguo from escaping.
With everything ready, Xu Mu went back up, carried Tong Guoguo down, and casually tossed her inside.
After that, Xu Mu pricked her with a needle and left.
He didn't plan to discipline her right away. He needed to see first whether Tong Guoguo had the ability to leave this place after waking up.
......
In the evening, Xu Mu was having dinner with Ye Tong and Ye Yu.
However, Xu Mu's perception remained focused on Tong Guoguo's side.
Finally, Tong Guoguo opened her eyes.
She rubbed her head slightly and immediately stood up from the ground.
She vigilantly surveyed her surroundings, then felt for the space ring on her hand, only to find it gone.
Thinking back carefully, she remembered seemingly being defeated by a powerful woman, after which she had passed out.
She clenched her fists to feel the power within her body, and her face instantly turned ashen.
There was not a single trace of Qi in her body!
Could it be that because Xu Mu died, she had also become a cripple?
"Damn it!"
Tong Guoguo ran madly into the distance, but after running for a bit, she found the resistance ahead growing stronger and stronger.
She naturally knew that this was a formation.
So she kept searching the vicinity for an exit. Suddenly, her foot stepped on a specific spot.
The ground instantly glowed, entangling her foot and rendering her completely immobile.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Tong Guoguo collapsed to the ground, repeatedly pounding the floor with her fists as tears streamed down her face.
She had never imagined that she would be reduced to a useless cripple.
...
After finishing his meal, Xu Mu stood up and left. Now, it was time to make his move.
Right now, Tong Guoguo was nothing but a bird in a cage. He could play with her however he pleased.

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