"Go! Of course we're going!"
Xu Mu said with a smile.
"But right now I... forget it, I need to use the restroom first."
Xu Ningbing immediately stood up, glaring at Xu Mu as she walked past him.
After all, they had a long journey ahead, and she needed to stay dry.
What was up with this Xu Mu anyway? Who knew where he learned such techniques.
...
For this trip to Jinling, Xu Mu drove the entire way.
Finally, as noon approached, they arrived back at the foot of the mountain where the Cui family estate was located.
The two got out of the car together. Xu Ningbing led the way, taking Xu Mu up the mountain.
Just as they reached the main gate, several bodyguards from a distance blocked their path.
"Our family is not receiving guests these next few days. Please go back," the leading middle-aged man said to them.
"I understand your family isn't receiving guests, but the two of us aren't guests." Xu Ningbing looked at the middle-aged man with a cold expression. "We are creditors."
After saying that, she and Xu Mu continued walking up the mountain.
"If you insist on forcing your way in, don't blame me for being ruthless," the middle-aged man's tone turned icy.
"Who do you think you are?"
As soon as Xu Ningbing's words fell, a burst of released astral qi violently slammed into his body.
Boom!
His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing next to a distant flowerbed.
The surrounding security guards, who had been preparing to make a move, were so frightened by this sight that they all backed away.
As security guards for a hidden family, most of them were ancient martial artists, with the weakest being at the Mingjin stage.
They naturally knew exactly what that strike just now represented.
"Let's go!"
Xu Ningbing led Xu Mu up the mountain.
Xu Mu shook his head from the side. As expected of Xu Ningbing, she did things cleanly and decisively.
He felt that he wouldn't even need to lift a finger.
The two arrived at the mountaintop mansion unimpeded. The security guards here had clearly received the news and did not try to stop them.
Finally, they reached the living room.
The old head of the Cui family, Cui Rui, sat in the seat of honor. His son, Cui Sen, the current family head, was also present.
Besides the two of them, there was also a man in a black robe.
His hood was pulled low, concealing his face.
"Isn't this President Xu of the Xu family? If you were coming, why didn't you notify us in advance? You've caught me completely unprepared."
Cui Rui looked at Xu Ningbing with a smile.
"I've been quite busy. I was just passing by and decided to drop in on your family. After all, it's a minor matter and won't waste much time."
Xu Ningbing took the initiative to sit on a nearby chair. "Last time, you had the people from the Magic Sword Sect attack our Xu family. I'm here today to settle that score."
"Hehe, that was the Magic Sword Sect's own idea. It has nothing to do with our Cui family. You don't actually think our Cui family could order around a martial sect, do you?"
Cui Rui said with a chuckle.
There was no fear whatsoever in his smile; instead, there was a hint of disdain.
Cui Sen, who was beside him, also started laughing. "President Xu, if you want revenge, go find the Magic Sword Sect. By coming to our Cui family, you're looking in the wrong place."
Beside her, Xu Mu looked at Xu Ningbing. He was also curious about what his older sister would do.
Xu Ningbing stood up from her chair. She suddenly took a step forward, instantly charging toward Cui Rui.
Seeing this, Cui Rui's eyes widened in disbelief. He had just raised his hand.
Xu Ningbing's figure appeared right behind him.
Boom!
She swept her leg toward the back of Cui Rui's head.
Cui Rui's body was sent flying on the spot, smashing through a nearby wall and landing out in the courtyard.
Seeing this, Cui Sen let out a furious roar, "You bitch! You're courting death!"
The moment his words faded, Xu Ningbing flashed right in front of him and punched him in the jaw.
Bang!
The immense force caused blood to spurt from Cui Sen's mouth as he, too, was sent flying.
She walked out through the broken wall, her face cold as she said, "Ancient martial artists have their own ways. Facing someone stronger than you, you still dare to use that kind of attitude. Did you think I had a good temper?"
Cui Rui clutched the back of his head. He felt as if his neck had been broken, and the intense pain made him dizzy.
He looked at Xu Ningbing before him, his expression extremely dark. "Mr. Liu, I agree to all the conditions you mentioned earlier! Please make a move and help me get rid of them!"
Right then, the black-robed man in the living room slowly walked out.
He looked over at Xu Ningbing and said in a muffled, booming voice, "How could a good man like me, who cherishes tender women, strike a lady? You have to pay me more!"
"You..."
Cui Rui hadn't expected this man to take advantage of his misfortune to extort him.
But at a crucial moment like this, he had no other choice but to agree.
"Double the previous amount. After all, you are now at a critical life-or-death juncture," the black-robed man said with a wide grin.
"Fine! I agree. But please, Mr. Liu, leave them with a breath of life. I absolutely will not let them die so easily."
Cui Rui's eyes were as cold as ice. He was prepared to vent all his fury onto the Xu siblings.
With such a commotion happening in the Cui family, the others had also gathered around by now.
Besides Cui Yunshen and Cui Nannan, there were a few other young people, along with several beautiful women.
Upon seeing Xu Mu, Cui Yunshen instinctively felt a sense of fear.
They hadn't expected the Xu family to attack the Cui family again. Ever since they lost contact with Peng Huihuang of the Demon Sword Sect, while the Xu family remained perfectly unharmed and firmly established in Jiang City, the Cui family knew that Peng Huihuang was dead.
From that moment on, the Cui family had been discussing countermeasures on how to deal with the Xu family.
These past few days, they had been completely on edge.
"Mr. Liu, make your move! Just leave them with a single breath!"
Cui Rui slowly stood up from the ground, staring at Xu Ningbing with a cold sneer. "Do you know Mr. Liu's cultivation realm? He is a mid-stage Grandmaster!"
"A mid-stage Grandmaster? Hahaha! Grandpa, I didn't expect you to find such a top-tier expert!"
Upon hearing this realm, the gloom on Cui Yunshen's face instantly vanished. He pointed at Xu Ningbing and said, "Grandpa, you have to leave this woman alive. I want to teach her a thorough lesson and make her regret ever laying a hand on our Cui family."
"Get in line! I haven't even had my turn to teach her a lesson yet, how could it possibly be yours?"
Cui Rui glared coldly at Cui Yunshen.
The very first time he laid eyes on this woman from the Xu family, he had felt a certain stirring.
At his age, he had seen countless women.
He knew that when it came to a good car, the most important thing wasn't its exterior appearance, but its overall build quality—it had to handle well.
But Xu Ningbing's build quality and core components were all top-tier, and most importantly, she was absolutely stunning.
This time, he was definitely going to take her for a violent test drive.
"Boy, your grandpa is right, get in line! As for that kid Xu Mu, I can hand him over to you!"
Cui Sen chimed in.
"Alright, I'll get in line! I'll wait my turn!"
Cui Yunshen looked coldly at Xu Mu. The humiliation he had suffered at Xu Mu's hands last time had left a lingering shadow on his psyche.
This time, he planned to force-feed Xu Mu some Spring Night Grass and then toss him into a pigpen.
Hearing that this man was a mid-stage Grandmaster, Xu Ningbing slowly backed away.
She hadn't expected the Cui family to actually recruit such a formidable master.
"It's fine, this is a simple matter."
Xu Mu retrieved a bottle of mineral water from his spatial storage, walked back into the living room, and brought out a teacup.
"Here, my friend, have a taste of my fine wine."
Xu Mu poured a little into the teacup and handed it to the black-robed man.
"Mr. Liu, don't drink it! It's definitely poisoned!"
Cui Rui shouted hastily.
The black-robed man caught the teacup, brought it right under his nose to sniff it, and his expression instantly shifted to one of profound shock.
"I'm willing to give you half of this bottle of wine to help me kill this old man from the Cui family. Are you willing?"
Xu Mu asked with a faint smile.
"Xu Mu, are you out of your mind? Do you think our Cui family has a shortage of alcohol?"
Cui Rui sneered. "Whatever wine Mr. Liu desires, I can fetch him an entire vat."
"I am willing to kill him for you!"
The black-robed man suddenly said to Xu Mu.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?"

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.”