Fang Chu rushed outside the hot pot restaurant and saw Li Yun and the others waiting there.
"We need to leave now. Those people are chasing us," Fang Chu immediately urged the group.
"What about Brother Mu?" Zhao Yingying asked anxiously.
She had seen clearly earlier that Xu Mu had confronted someone to let them escape.
Lu Xueyao didn’t say a word. She glanced around and spotted a shovel by the roadside. Grabbing it, she charged back into the hot pot restaurant.
But the moment she entered, Xu Mu pushed her back out.
"What are you doing with that?" Xu Mu asked with a faint smile.
"Brother Xu Mu, are you okay?"
Lu Xueyao sighed in relief when she saw Xu Mu unharmed.
"You’re underestimating me. Let’s go before they catch up."
Though Xu Mu said this, the pursuers wouldn’t be catching up anytime soon—they were all lying on the ground.
Fang Chu’s face was bruised, and while he resented Xu Mu, he hated himself even more.
If only his body had fully recovered—those people would’ve been nothing to him.
What right did Xu Mu have to steal his woman?
"Fang Chu, are you okay? Should we go to the hospital?"
Li Yun approached him with concern.
After all, his injuries were because of them.
"Brother Fang Chu, I’m sorry for causing you trouble," Zhao Yingying added.
"No need, it’s just a minor injury. I’ll grab some medicine later."
Fang Chu had been seething with anger, but their concern made him feel slightly better.
......
Xu Mu had offered to take Fang Chu home, but he refused, saying he had his own car and left first.
So Xu Mu drove the remaining three.
Lately, Xu Mu had been driving the Cadillac Escalade to work, while Ye Tong temporarily used the Porsche 911.
"Brother Xu Mu, did you help Fang Chu earlier?"
Lu Xueyao, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke up.
In the back, Li Yun and Zhao Yingying perked up their ears.
"What do you mean?" Xu Mu asked, confused.
"When we were coming downstairs earlier, Fang Chu was clearly pinned down and couldn’t move. You had plenty of time to escape, yet he came out first."
Lu Xueyao pouted slightly. "You didn’t have to help him. Look how he just ran off without caring about you."
Xu Mu looked at Lu Xueyao, recalling how she’d rushed into the restaurant with a shovel.
He felt a flicker of warmth—she really had changed.
Meanwhile, Li Yun and Zhao Yingying’s heads practically radiated rising affection.
Xu Mu was truly a good person. Despite Fang Chu’s hostility, he’d selflessly helped him.
Fang Chu, on the other hand, was despicable—running away first and leaving Xu Mu behind.
Worse, his first words after escaping were telling them to leave, completely disregarding Xu Mu’s safety.
Li Yun shook her head lightly. She’d felt grateful to Fang Chu earlier, but now she saw his true colors.
Xu Mu was baffled. Self-delusion was truly dangerous.
He hadn’t helped Fang Chu at all.
After dropping off Li Yun and Zhao Yingying, Xu Mu drove Lu Xueyao home.
"Be more careful in the future. Don’t let yourself be fooled so easily," Xu Mu said, glancing at her.
"I understand. Next time, I’ll call you first," Lu Xueyao replied, lowering her head. "Brother Xu Mu, you’re so kind."
"Go on inside."
Xu Mu patted the back of her head with a smile.
"Brother Xu Mu, you’re married… but I don’t care!"
Mwah.
Lu Xueyao pecked his cheek, then blushed furiously, flung the car door open, and dashed away.
Xu Mu watched the surge of affection above her head, touched his cheek, and shook his head lightly.
......
Back home, Ye Tong had already returned.
Entering the yard, Xu Mu noticed an electric scooter parked nearby. Sensing its presence, he realized Ye Yu was also home.
In the living room, Ye Yu greeted him first. "Brother-in-law, you’re back!"
"Yeah."
Xu Mu nodded.
Ye Yu’s relaxed demeanor was a far cry from when they’d first met.
A quick check showed her affection was just twenty-something points away from turning positive.
As a Level 9 Destiny holder, she’d be a huge asset for gaining Justice Points.
Ye Tong peeked out from the kitchen. "You’re back? Have you eaten?"
"I have, but I’ll eat some more if you’re cooking," Xu Mu replied, sitting on the sofa.
[Affection +10]
"It’ll be ready soon."
Ye Tong’s cheeks flushed as she ducked back into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu crossed her arms like a little adult and gave Xu Mu a sidelong glance. "Brother-in-law, have you talked to Lu Xueyao yet?"
"No, I haven’t seen her lately."
Xu Mu smiled and shook his head. He couldn’t possibly tell Ye Yu the truth—especially since Lu Xueyao was now a steady source of Justice Points.
"Seems like I’ll have to arrange a meeting between you two soon."
Ye Yu tapped her chin thoughtfully.
Soon after, Ye Tong brought out the dishes with a smile. "Dinner’s ready."
Ye Yu followed, helping carry the food from the kitchen.
Over dinner, they chatted about recent events.
Ye Tong had started working at the company, assisting Wang Weiliang in experiments.
Since it was their own company, and Wang Weiliang had once been part of the Ye family, she had plenty of freedom and ease.
Xu Mu mentioned the company’s weight-loss pills, which were set to launch that very night.
Ye Yu stayed mostly silent, worried for her sister.
It was obvious now—Ye Tong’s eyes were full of Xu Mu.
She knew her sister’s nature: non-confrontational, never fighting for anything.
So, securing her sister’s happiness fell to her.
Ye Yu didn’t understand why, but ever since Xu Mu started treating her well, her mindset had shifted.
Before, she’d been desperate to take Ye Tong and escape Xu Mu’s grasp.
Now, she no longer wanted to leave. If it came to it, she’d sacrifice herself too.
Could she and Ye Tong really lose to Lu Xueyao?
That night, Xu Mu and Ye Tong continued their "grand mission." With over a thousand Justice Points, he wanted to gather a few more to reach two thousand for tomorrow’s lottery.
As a virtuoso pianist, Xu Mu excelled at duets.
After the first round, he was just shy of two thousand.
So, he began the second, effortlessly hitting his target.
......
Early the next morning, Xu Mu woke up to find Ye Tong still asleep beside him, tear stains lingering at the corners of her eyes.
Ye Tong had actually woken up earlier but didn’t dare open her eyes.
She was afraid…
She even considered calling Meng Wanyue for help—after all, she lived nearby.
As usual, Xu Mu started his lottery.
He’d save the high-tier draws for later. Right now, boosting his cultivation was the priority.
The ten-draw began, the wheel spinning rapidly.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Heaven-tier cultivation manual: Spirit Vein Armament.]
Xu Mu was stunned. What just happened?
A normal draw, and you start off with a heaven-tier cultivation technique right from the beginning? Then wasn't the previous 10,000 points just a total waste?
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
