"Annoying."
Ye Tong shot Xu Mu a glare and pulled him upstairs.
She had spent so long on this plan, and today she had finally succeeded.
She was also glad she hadn't misjudged him; from the start, she knew Feng Yue would be the first to take this step.
Today, she had to say what she'd always wanted to: "Honey, it's okay. You're already amazing."
...
...
Ye Tong's eyes were vacant, their sparkle gone.
Like a puppet, she lay motionless, slumped over.
She had been wrong, terribly wrong.
Her earlier illusions had turned out to be bubbles.
Her strategy of waiting at ease for an exhausted enemy was useless against absolute power.
"Honey, I seem to be getting interested. How about..."
"No! I need to cook. We haven't eaten yet."
Ye Tong hurriedly raised her hands in surrender. She immediately supported herself against the wall and headed outside, looking like she was fleeing.
"Honey, how about some post-dinner activities?"
Xu Mu's voice came from behind Ye Tong.
She was so startled that she trembled and nearly lost her footing.
Something was off!
Was that woman Feng Yue lying to her?
Thinking this, Ye Tong, now downstairs, quickly sent Feng Yue a message: "Did you not, you know, do it with hubby?"
"Sis, why don't you come to my room and see the battlefield remnants? For your sake, I really went all out."
Feng Yue's reply came through.
Seeing this, Ye Tong collapsed onto the sofa.
She had thought this through too simply. She had assumed it would be enough to make Xu Mu give in, but she had clearly underestimated him.
Still, Ye Tong knew her strategy of waiting him out wasn't flawed in theory.
The only mistake was that there weren't enough people to truly wear him down.
Ye Tong took a deep breath. It seemed she needed to work even harder. Feng Yue's level alone was far from enough.
"Honey, weren't you going to cook?"
Xu Mu came downstairs just then.
"I'm going right now."
Ye Tong scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the kitchen.
...
At dinner that day, Feng Yue didn't come over.
Xu Mu didn't bring out any pills this time, since they had just gathered and earned a fair amount of justice points.
He needed to give these people some time before revealing the pills.
Tomorrow, he planned to visit Mount Lumang. He intended to trade two tons of spirit stones for some celestial herbs and treasures.
He currently had too many spirit stones on hand; they were taking up space.
After dinner, everyone else left.
Xu Mu took Ye Tong's hand and headed back to their room.
Ye Tong's face showed resentment; she was still too slack.
She silently vowed to speed up her plan.
If she couldn't gather enough people, she wondered if she should have Ye Yu come over to help hold the line.
Xu Mu was often away from home lately, and she often chatted with the people around her.
She had heard from Tong Guoguo that it was indeed common for big shots from hidden families or sects to marry sisters.
This, they said, prevented jealousy and brought stability to the household.
As the older sister, Ye Tong could naturally see Ye Yu's feelings for Xu Mu.
However, Ye Tong wasn't sure whether Ye Yu's feelings were genuine love or just familial affection.
What if she brought it up and Ye Yu thought she was crazy?
...
The night passed without words, only the rhythmic sounds of Tang poetry chanting like geese.
The next morning, after Ye Tong left for work,
Xu Mu took out his phone and dialed Tan Tai Quan's number.
Soon, a laughter-filled voice came from the other end: "What a rarity. You actually calling me."
"I have two things to discuss with you this time."
Xu Mu said into the phone. "First, I want to make a deal with you. Second, I'm here to hold you accountable."
On the other end, Tan Tai Quan was taken aback. "What did I do to offend you? You're not just trying to find an excuse to squeeze me for a better deal, are you?"
"Hear me out. First, I have two tons of spirit stones. How many celestial herbs and treasures can I get from you for that?"
Xu Mu asked over the phone.
"That depends on the grade you want."
"I only want ninth-grade."
Xu Mu said directly.
He wasn't short on lower-grade treasures at all. Besides, as the people around him improved in strength, low-grade treasures were no longer useful.
This was exactly why, even in the top clans, those privileged second-generation disciples with poor talent mostly only reached the Grandmaster level.
Using treasures to forcibly push them there was about the limit. To go further, they'd need eighth- or ninth-grade treasures.
But such treasures—even the elders of those strong second-generation disciples wanted them—so why would they share?
"It depends on the type of ninth-grade. Simply put, one ton of spirit stones can get you about three or four types of ninth-grade materials. For other attribute medicines, like antidotes or stamina restorers, you'd get two or three plants. For strength-enhancing ones, at most one plant."
Tan Tai Quan said on the other end. "Of course, for cultivation breakthrough necessities like ninth-grade Ice Glaze Stone, I wouldn't trade for even three tons, let alone two."
"Given our relationship, what can you give me for two tons?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
Tan Tai Quan's estimate was about right. He recalled from the original story that it was roughly accurate.
A typical ninth-grade celestial herb or treasure was worth about one ton of spirit stones.
Of course, if he traded for lower grades, he'd get more.
"Two strength-enhancing ninth-grade plants. But no cultivation breakthrough ones—I'd lose too much."
Tan Tai Quan said.
"Is the Dragon Princess of the Jiao clan this stingy?"
Xu Mu suddenly laughed.
As soon as he said this, the line went silent.
Xu Mu checked his phone—the call wasn't disconnected.
After a full ten seconds or so, Tan Tai Quan's deep voice came through: "How do you know?"
"That's the second thing I'm here to talk about."
Xu Mu said calmly. "Yesterday, two Jiao clan members infiltrated my home, causing serious trouble for my people."
"What? That's impossible..."
"Where else would I have gotten the information? They've been investigating you for a long time. They said you rarely leave Mount Lumang, yet you've come to see me several times."
Xu Mu's tone grew cold. "You can't even keep your movements secret. I think we shouldn't cooperate anymore. You'll have to find someone else for alchemy."
"Xu Mu, don't hang up!"
Tan Tai Quan immediately said. "This is very important to me. I'll come find you right now. We'll talk face to face."
"No need. I'm afraid of danger."
"Two tons of spirit stones, three ninth-grade celestial herbs—strength-enhancing ones. How's that?"
Tan Tai Quan, afraid Xu Mu would end the call, hurriedly said.
"I'll come to you."
Xu Mu said into the phone.
"Fine, I'll be waiting."
Tan Tai Quan replied.
Xu Mu smiled. Wasn't this the perfect way to handle Tan Tai Quan?
Especially someone like her, secretly nurturing her own power, was the easiest to exploit.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”

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?"