Xu Mu sized up the man. His smile looked incredibly sleazy, so Xu Mu said flatly, "Sorry, we just want to take a walk."
"Did I ask you?"
The man glared coldly at Xu Mu, then continued to smile at the women in front of him. "Beauties, judging by your looks, you must be heading to Kunlun Mountain too, right?"
He could tell from Dai Xingluo's attire. Compared to the other three women, Dai Xingluo was wearing an elegant Hanfu.
Her dress was graceful and poised, much like a noble young lady from ancient times.
Such attire wouldn't normally appear here. Since it did, it was obvious that she, like him, was heading to Kunlun Mountain.
"Where we are going is none of your business," Xu Ningbing frowned and asked coldly.
"Oh my, this beauty has quite a fiery temper. It seems we are truly destined for each other, because my name also has the character for fiery in it."
The long-haired man revealed a confident smile. "Let me introduce myself. I am Wang Zichong, from the Spirit Hall."
"Spirit Hall? The Spirit Hall, one of the Five Great Sects?"
Tong Guoguo gently adjusted the sunglasses she was wearing.
"That's right. Not only that, but among the younger generation of disciples in our Spirit Hall, I rank third."
Wang Zichong stood with his hands behind his back, his expression full of arrogance.
He wasn't surprised that the people in front of him knew of his sect. On the contrary, if they didn't know, it would be suspicious.
After all, their Spirit Hall was one of the Five Great Sects of the Dragon Kingdom, and its strength was leagues above other ordinary sects.
"And then? You rank third, what does that have to do with us?"
Dai Xingluo was also getting impatient. "Get lost, don't interrupt our walk."
Wang Zichong's eyes gradually narrowed into slits. Usually, when he stated his sect, almost everyone would treat him with respect.
When he stated his ranking, countless women would be instantly enamored.
If their elders were present, they would do everything possible to offer their female descendants to him.
But the women in front of him weren't moved in the slightest.
"You have a lot of nerve. I offered to help you out of the goodness of my heart, and you dare to insult me. This isn't over."
Wang Zichong stared intently at Dai Xingluo. "You four women must get in my car and apologize to me. Otherwise, you will face the consequences."
"Buddy, I have a solution," Xu Mu said with a smile. "There are five of us in total. Why don't you get out of the car, and I'll drive your car to take them? That way, all four of them will have gotten in the car, right?"
"You are courting death!"
Wang Zichong raised his hand, and his palm gradually flickered with light.
Just then, another car drove over from a distance. The driver honked twice, and finally, the car stopped behind them.
Everyone turned their heads. Behind them was a black Hongqi Guoyao.
Hum!
Suddenly, a suffocating power emanated from that car. Although it only lasted for a split second, it still caused everyone present to drastically change their expressions.
Seeing this, Wang Zichong immediately walked towards the car.
The rear window rolled down a crack, and an aged voice came from inside. "Zichong, outside the ruins, in broad daylight, what are you planning to do?"
Seeing the person inside, Wang Zichong immediately bowed his head respectfully. "Senior Yao, that woman insulted me just now, and it made me lose my temper a bit. I apologize."
"Hurry up and drive over."
After the old man finished speaking, he rolled the window back up.
"Yes."
Wang Zichong nodded slightly.
He immediately jogged towards his own car. As he passed by Xu Mu and the others, he said in a low voice, "The fact that you insulted me won't end here."
After saying that, he quickly got into his car, slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and drove away.
The Hongqi car behind them also drove forward a dozen meters and finally stopped beside Xu Mu.
The rear window opened again. In the back seat sat an old man with a face like ancient wood, covered in deep wrinkles.
His arms, all the way down to his fingers, were wrapped in black bandages.
When Tong Guoguo saw this person, she immediately turned her head away.
Xu Mu used his Eye of God to check the other party's information. That fleeting power from just now definitely belonged to a top-tier master.
Name: Yao Dingli
Identity: Supreme Elder of the Artifact Sect, Cleaner
Favorability: 0
Destiny Level: 6 (Max Level 10)
Another Supreme Elder. If nothing unexpected happened, this person was also a high-level Cleaner.
"Xu Mu, I know you."
Yao Dingli smiled. "I hope you can achieve a good result in this Martial Summit."
After saying that, he rolled the window back up, and the vehicle started moving, disappearing from their sight.
"Guoguo, do you know him?"
Xu Ningbing asked from the side.
She had noticed just now that after Tong Guoguo saw the old man through the window, she immediately looked away.
"Of course I know him. The First Supreme Elder of the Artifact Sect, the Sword Emperor, Yao Dingli."
Tong Guoguo said in a deep voice, "He is a high-level Cleaner. His strength is on par with Wei Jingzhi. You could say that the two strongest Cleaners are Wei Jingzhi and Yao Dingli."
"Are they all from the Five Great Sects?"
Xu Ningbing asked curiously.
"That's right. The current Five Great Sects are Kunlun Mountain, Shennong Cauldron, Artifact Sect, Strength Court, and Spirit Hall."
Tong Guoguo explained, "The Spirit Hall was added later. Originally, that position belonged to the Xuantian Sect, but the sect declined."
Xu Mu looked at Tong Guoguo and asked, "By what criteria are these so-called Five Great Sects judged?"
"They are judged by the number of Fifth-Tier Realm Breakers. The top Five Great Sects represent the sects in the Dragon Kingdom with the most experts above the fifth tier."
Tong Guoguo paused. "However, it doesn't directly determine their overall combat strength. But in most cases, they are indeed the strongest."
Hearing this, Xu Mu asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'in most cases'?"
"It's like two countries. One is relatively poor, and the other is a developed nation. The overall living standards and technology of the latter exceed the former. In theory, the latter is definitely much stronger than the former."
Tong Guoguo looked at Xu Mu. "But both of these countries possess enough nuclear weapons to destroy each other."
"I see."
Xu Mu suddenly understood.
This feeling was just like the current Xuantian Sect. They were not one of the Five Great Sects.
The fifth-tier experts in the Five Great Sects were far more numerous than in the Xuantian Sect.
However, Wei Jingzhi alone was enough to slaughter the people of a top-tier sect until only a few were left.
...
The group finally arrived at their destination.
At the foot of the mountain was a continuous stretch of commercial streets, featuring accommodations and snacks.
The open-air parking lot was almost entirely full of cars.
Tong Guoguo introduced from the side, "The boss behind this clustered town is Kunlun Mountain."
Xu Mu nodded to himself. He immediately expanded his perception, and everyone within a thousand-meter radius fell into his sight.
After a rough glance, Xu Mu couldn't help but smile. "As expected of a grand ceremony, there are so many acquaintances here."
"Xu Mu, is that you? You came too."
A beautiful woman wearing a JK uniform with her hair tied in a single ponytail appeared from a distance.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"