Xu Mu smiled. "I'm still not sure if I'll participate. There are as many heroes in the world as carp crossing the river. I want to see if there are many top experts first."
"Hahaha! You know your limits. I like people like you."
The more Jiang Sheng looked at Xu Mu, the more satisfied he felt.
In fact, people like Xu Mu were the truly smart ones. First of all, relying solely on his strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to place in the competition.
The geniuses from the Five Great Sects were all incredibly monstrous. They had been guided by famous masters and cultivated diligently since childhood.
Taking a step back, even if Xu Mu's talent was greater than theirs, how could a late bloomer like him compare to geniuses who had cultivated since they were young?
Since he couldn't get a ranking, participating in the competition would only serve one other purpose: to be noticed by the other major sects.
But Xu Mu didn't need that at all.
The martial arts marriage tournament Jiang Sheng hosted last time had already allowed many sects to see Xu Mu's talent.
Setting aside all his other merits, just the fact that he was an alchemist meant he would definitely be chosen by the Shennong Cauldron, one of the Five Great Sects.
Because the Shennong Cauldron was the Alchemy Sect.
Of course, according to Jiang Huihui, Xu Mu also knew formations.
A genius like him didn't need to participate in a competition to prove himself.
"Old man, get down to business."
Jiang Huihui urged from the side.
"Haha! I was so busy talking to your fiancé that I forgot."
Jiang Sheng smiled at Jiang Huihui.
Hearing this, Jiang Huihui's cheeks instantly flushed. She sneaked a glance at Xu Mu, blew a large bubble with her chewing gum, and immediately turned her face away.
[Affection +10]
Behind her sunglasses, Fu Jinyu's eyes gradually narrowed. She hadn't expected Xu Mu to have a fiancée.
That woman in Hanfu earlier had also claimed to be Xu Mu's wife.
This kid really had quite a few women around him, but Fu Jinyu didn't care about any of that. Anyway, once she married him, she would be the primary wife.
These other women would just have to bow down and behave.
"You must be the Empress of the Sky Demon Race, right?"
Jiang Sheng looked at Fu Jinyu standing next to Xu Mu.
"That's right."
Fu Jinyu nodded slightly and took the initiative to remove her sunglasses, revealing her eyes.
"I've met your father a few times, and I know a bit about his character. I believe his daughter is just like him."
Jiang Sheng glanced at Fu Jinyu. "Follow me."
Led by Jiang Sheng, the group arrived at the entrance of the Kunlun Mountain ruins.
When they arrived, Xu Mu was stunned. They had taken the back door before, which didn't have anything special about it.
But this main entrance was completely different from all the sects he had encountered before.
Outside the ruins' entrance, a luxurious palace had been built. Above the palace hung a plaque with three large characters: "Kunlun Mountain."
Unlike the so-called secrecy of other sects, they stood here solidly in plain sight.
Perhaps this was the composure of a top-tier sect.
Outside the palace, rows of parasols were set up. A row of people sat there, recording the personnel coming in and out.
A middle-aged man sitting at the desk immediately stood up upon seeing Jiang Sheng. "Senior Jiang is here."
"Hehe, this time I'm here to sponsor a member of a foreign race to let her enter the ruins to watch the competition. If she commits any violations, I will bear the responsibility."
Jiang Sheng said to the middle-aged man.
"Understood. May I ask who Senior is sponsoring?"
The middle-aged man sat back down and began to skillfully operate a laptop next to him.
Jiang Sheng pointed to the woman behind him. "The Empress of the Sky Demon Race, Fu Jinyu."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes of everyone around swept over.
Everyone's eyes landed on Fu Jinyu.
Rumor had it that the Sky Demon Race had the power to contend with the Jiuli Race. From ancient times to the present, they had never submitted to the Jiuli Race; they were a race with great ambition.
Fu Jinyu took off her sunglasses, revealing her face.
The middle-aged man immediately used the shared database of the Sanitation Department to check Fu Jinyu's records.
Since succeeding the throne, this Empress of the Sky Demon Race had indeed not committed any evil deeds against the descendants of Yan and Huang.
"Senior, you should know the rules. Scan your face and leave a fingerprint to confirm you aren't an imposter."
The seated middle-aged man smiled.
"Alright."
Jiang Sheng pressed his fingerprint and scanned his face on the machine in front of him.
"Fu Jinyu, you do the same."
The middle-aged man said.
Fu Jinyu also pressed her fingerprint and scanned her face against the machine.
Jiang Sheng then stood together with Fu Jinyu to take a photo, and the matter was concluded.
Finally, the middle-aged man handed Fu Jinyu a temporary identity token. A simple swipe of it could prove her identity.
"Senior, thank you."
Xu Mu bowed his head to Jiang Sheng.
"We're all family, why so polite?"
Jiang Sheng waved his hand.
Xu Mu took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Huihui. "This is the pill I wanted to give you. It contains Myriad Spirit Coriander and should be able to take your combat power to the next level."
"What? The divine medicine, Myriad Spirit Coriander?"
Jiang Sheng was dumbfounded. Something of this caliber, and Xu Mu was just giving it away?
Was he kidding?
In his eyes, this thing was enough to serve as a betrothal gift.
No, it was more than enough to marry five or six Jiang Huihuis.
[Affection +30]
"Xu Mu, this is Myriad Spirit Coriander. How could you give me something so precious?"
Jiang Huihui naturally knew how precious this divine medicine was.
She grabbed Xu Mu's hand and returned the pill to him.
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
Xu Mu directly stuffed it into Jiang Huihui's mouth.
"I haven't spit out the chewing gum in my mouth yet..."
Before Jiang Huihui could finish her sentence, the pill in her mouth instantly dissolved, turning into a surge of power that roamed through her meridians.
Jiang Sheng watched the swelling power inside Jiang Huihui's body, secretly shocked.
Logically speaking, Myriad Spirit Coriander couldn't directly increase one's strength, but Xu Mu seemed to have stimulated the medicine's efficacy to the limit. Just the spiritual energy of the divine medicine itself had allowed Jiang Huihui to improve this much.
"What a powerful pill. Xu Mu, thank you."
Jiang Huihui smiled at Xu Mu.
[Affection +20]
"What are you thanking me for? When I refined it, a portion was meant for you."
Xu Mu smiled and waved his hand, then looked at Jiang Sheng again. "Senior, if there's nothing else, we'll be leaving first."
"Alright. I also happen to be taking this girl to see some old friends."
Jiang Sheng nodded. His satisfaction with Xu Mu had deepened even further now.
Seeing Xu Mu and Fu Jinyu leave, Jiang Sheng smiled and glanced at Jiang Huihui. "You just entered the Grandmaster realm, and your Qi has increased so much again. For the amount of power you've just gained, an ordinary person would have to cultivate for at least several years."
"The pill I needed when I broke through to Grandmaster was also given to me by Xu Mu."
Jiang Huihui said with a smile.
"This kid, it seems he loves you so much he can't pull himself away."
Jiang Sheng smiled. "He treats you so well, I'd feel embarrassed to ask for a betrothal gift."
...
Xu Mu and Fu Jinyu went down the mountain together, and Xu Mu handed over the pill refined from the divine medicine to Fu Jinyu.
"Sister Empress, I haven't given you yours yet."
"I thought there wasn't a portion for me."
Fu Jinyu said indifferently.
[Affection +10]
"How could there not be? Besides this, I also prepared a Great Nourishment Pill for you. This time, it will definitely help you step into the peak of the Shedding Mortality realm."
As Xu Mu spoke, a person suddenly appeared in his perception. His eyes turned solemn. "Wang Hun! He's here too."
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
