Xu Mu did not go to Feng Yue's house. Instead, he stayed on the lawn of his own courtyard, carving a teleportation array.
Using his own Qi to carve it, the array could last for about an hour or two. For Xu Mu, this amount of time was more than enough.
While he was carving the array, Ye Yu walked out of the villa.
She squatted beside Xu Mu and asked with a smile, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"
"Carving an array. That woman I kidnapped is very strong. I plan to go over and fight her, which is a perfect opportunity to improve my own strength," Xu Mu said to Ye Yu.
Ye Yu nodded and smiled, "Brother-in-law has to work hard, and I have to work hard too!"
After saying that, she turned and walked back into the villa. She was determined to secretly cultivate her own forces.
When the time came and Xu Mu was in danger, she would descend like a fairy and appear before him.
Xu Mu would hug her thighs, crying tears of gratitude, saying how lucky he was to have her.
Thinking of this scene, a smile appeared on Ye Yu's face.
[Affection +15]
After Xu Mu finished carving the array, he cast an illusion array to make his body and face appear slightly chubbier.
Then, through the teleportation array, he arrived inside the underground array at Feng Yue's villa.
Tong Guoguo was currently lying on the ground, one of her legs still entangled by a binding array, making it impossible for her to break free.
When she noticed a person suddenly appearing before her, she let out a frantic, low growl, "Who are you? You captured me, Mr. Soul will not let you off!"
Xu Mu didn't speak. He simply walked over to Tong Guoguo, grabbed her arm, and forcefully yanked her off the array.
"You'd better let me go, Mr. Soul will..."
Slap!
Before Tong Guoguo could finish, Xu Mu slapped her across the face.
Anyway, she had thick skin. A slap without the power of Qi wouldn't hurt her; at most, it was a psychological insult.
"A lowly test subject, do you really think you're a big deal? In Wang Hun's eyes, you are nothing!"
Xu Mu deliberately made his voice sound rough and gruff.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Hearing this, Tong Guoguo clenched her fists and lunged at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu dodged consecutively a few times, then landed a kick squarely on her chest, sending her flying backward.
He revealed a smirk. "Nonsense? Only you would think so. But I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you. Either way, your Mr. Soul isn't coming to save you."
Tong Guoguo stared at Xu Mu, her eyes full of vigilance. "Who exactly are you? What do you want?"
"I used to be just an ordinary person, living a harmonious life with my family. Just because we lived in a remote mountain village, the researchers from Eternal Life abducted my family to forcefully conduct experiments on them, ultimately leading to their deaths."
Xu Mu recounted the tragedy that most victims had suffered. He looked at Tong Guoguo. "Let me ask you, is Wang Hun my enemy or not?"
"He..."
Tong Guoguo didn't know what to say.
"Did he get our consent? If Wang Hun and the experimental personnel had communicated amicably and agreed on a price, I wouldn't hate him this much."
Xu Mu walked toward Tong Guoguo step by step. "Tell me, is Wang Hun a bastard?"
"Mr. Soul is not! He... he does it to explore the true meaning of life. Every great action that overturns common sense inevitably requires sacrifices."
"Why doesn't he sacrifice himself? What does he think he is? What gives him the right to decide the lives of others?"
Xu Mu had now arrived right in front of Tong Guoguo. "I also want to do something major that affects the world right now, to add a new life to the world, which is to make a baby. I need you to make a sacrifice and help me bear a child."
"You bastard! Why should I bear a child for you?"
Tong Guoguo glared at him furiously.
"Can't you just make a sacrifice?"
Xu Mu grabbed Tong Guoguo's shoulder. "I am treating you entirely according to Wang Hun's logic right now. If I'm a bastard, why isn't he?"
"I..."
Tong Guoguo lowered her head, at a loss for words.
"Come on!"
Xu Mu reached a hand toward Tong Guoguo's chest.
But she quickly backed away, swatting Xu Mu's hand. "I don't want this!"
"You don't want this? Did those innocent people captured by the Eternal Life Research Institute agree to be taken?"
Xu Mu delivered another kick to Tong Guoguo, knocking her to the ground once again.
This time, Tong Guoguo didn't get up. Instead, she lay motionless on the floor.
Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over. "Just kill me."
"Hearing you say that feels incredibly ironic. Those people who were turned into monsters by the Eternal Life Research Institute probably said the exact same thing, right? Did you guys agree to their pleas?"
Xu Mu walked over, sat on top of Tong Guoguo, grabbed her by the neck, and asked, "Is Wang Hun a bastard?"
Tong Guoguo bit her lip, turned her face away, and refused to say a single word.
Xu Mu greeted her with a few more slaps. "Is he?"
Tong Guoguo kept her teeth gritted, remaining utterly silent.
"Interesting. I like people with a stubborn mouth!"
Xu Mu originally thought today's task was simply to get her to badmouth Wang Hun personally, and then subtly influence her over time. But since she wanted to play this game with him, she couldn't blame him for being ruthless.
"Huh? That voice... are you Xu Mu?"
Tong Guoguo suddenly stared at Xu Mu's slightly chubby face.
Xu Mu froze for a moment; he had forgotten to disguise his voice just now.
However, since he had been exposed, he couldn't be bothered to keep hiding.
After dispelling the array on his body, Xu Mu revealed his original appearance.
[Affection +1]
"?"
Xu Mu saw it very clearly. After he revealed his true face, affection points popped up above Tong Guoguo's head.
However, given the current situation, her showing affection wasn't going to solve the problem.
"Tong Guoguo, I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to say it or not?"
Xu Mu pressed on.
"No!"
Tong Guoguo didn't know what was wrong with herself, but seeing that Xu Mu was still alive actually brought a trace of joy to her heart.
Riiip!
Suddenly, a tearing sound reached Tong Guoguo's ears.
She looked down and found that her casual pants had been completely ripped off, leaving her in nothing but blue-and-white striped panties.
"Xu Mu! You bastard!"
Tong Guoguo quickly scrambled up from the ground and ran into the distance.
Her other clothes were all in her spatial ring, and right now, she had absolutely nothing else to wear.
Xu Mu quickly chased after her, raised his hand high, and brought it down forcefully, even infusing it with internal hidden energy.
Smack!
A bright red handprint appeared on her peach-like bottom.
Tong Guoguo was humiliated and furious, her face turning as red as if she had been slapped on the cheeks.
She quickly ran toward the teleportation array over there, but after stepping on it, she realized she couldn't use her Qi to activate the array at all.
Smack!
She was struck again. The worst part was that this bastard Xu Mu kept hitting the exact same spot. The power of his hidden energy had penetrated deep into her skin, leaving her entirely numb.
After a few more strikes, she felt her panties getting tighter.
Tong Guoguo was currently suffering a dual blow to both her body and her mind, but if one had to say which was worse.
It was definitely the psychological blow.
She was a dignified expert of the Transcendent Realm, yet here she was, wearing blue-and-white panties, being spanked, and completely unable to escape.
If others found out, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?
"Xu Mu!"
Tong Guoguo suddenly reached out a hand to stop Xu Mu. "Mr. Soul is a bastard!"

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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?"

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.