You Kidnapped Feng Yue, None of My Business

Xu Mu initially thought there must be some mistake. He glanced at Ye Tong beside him and whispered, "I really have nothing to do with her."

"I don’t care."

Ye Tong gave a faint smile.

"Xu Mu, do you understand? Your lover Feng Yue is in my hands. If you want to save her, bring us ten billion."

The low, menacing voice came through the phone again.

"Ten billion? How much is Feng Yue per pound to dare charge that much?" Xu Mu retorted into the phone.

"She’s your lover, after all. The price is naturally high. If you don’t pay, we’ll have no choice but to kill her."

"Oh, then go ahead and kill her." Xu Mu said flatly.

"What?"

"I said, kill her."

With that, Xu Mu hung up.

Was this guy out of his mind? Using Feng Yue to threaten him—her capture had nothing to do with him.

Did they really think he was still the villainous Xu Mu from before, or some lovesick fool chasing after her?

"Doesn’t that seem a bit harsh? I think that woman is quite pitiable."

Ye Tong murmured softly beside him.

Xu Mu paused, then opened his phone and logged into the cloud.

Thanks to Ye Tong’s reminder, he remembered that Meng Wanyue had planted a listening device under Feng Yue’s sofa.

Meng Wanyue had said the battery would last at least a week. He wasn’t sure if it was still working.

Checking the time, he saw it still had power.

He scrolled back from this morning—since they had just called him, she must have been taken recently.

When he reached the recordings from last night, Xu Mu and Ye Tong quickly understood the situation.

Just as Xu Mu had expected, it was Lin Yang behind it.

The recent events had dealt Lin Yang a heavy blow, and he was clearly lashing out in frustration.

Unable to suppress the Xu Family through business, he had now resorted to brute force.

"Shouldn’t we just call the police?" Ye Tong suggested, looking at Xu Mu.

"No. If we involve the police, we’d also be admitting to illegally planting listening devices in her private space."

Xu Mu shook his head lightly. He pinched Ye Tong’s cheek and smiled. "Leave this to me. You don’t need to worry about it."

"Alright."

Ye Tong nodded, and black text floated above her head.

[Affection +10]

Xu Mu set aside the matter of Feng Yue and turned his attention to the lottery. He had accumulated 3,000 points over the past few days—enough for three consecutive ten-draws.

The wheel began to spin, and rewards appeared one after another.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 10 attribute points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 cultivation points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 30 cultivation points.]

...

Xu Mu sighed as he looked at the string of minimum rewards. His usual luck seemed to have abandoned him.

The first ten-draw—eleven attempts in total—yielded nothing but the bare minimum.

He had never been this unlucky before. Undeterred, he initiated the second ten-draw.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 cultivation points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a first-grade Beauty Pill.]

Xu Mu blinked. A Beauty Pill? What was he supposed to do with that?

Ye Tong and Ye Yu were already stunning—they didn’t need it.

Besides, it was only first-grade, hardly a high-tier elixir.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Yellow-grade martial art, Mountain-Splitting Palm.]

Xu Mu shook his head. He had grown picky—a mere Yellow-grade technique wasn’t even worth the minimum reward.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Mountain-Splitting Palm’s cultivation manual.]

What the—

Again?!

Xu Mu was stunned. Could the system really give him duplicate rewards in a row? That was just cruel.

Aside from these, the rest of the second ten-draw was filled with minimum rewards.

Deciding to take a break, Xu Mu resolved to examine what he had obtained first. Maybe his luck was just bad at this hour.

After washing up, he left the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room.

Opening his storage space, he intended to retrieve the Beauty Pill but noticed something new inside—a rusted bronze plaque, about the size of a textbook.

Taking it out, he saw it was covered in tiny engraved characters, with the title "Mountain-Splitting Palm" at the top.

"I get it now!"

Xu Mu’s eyes lit up. Obtaining a martial art and its cultivation manual were two different things.

The martial art itself was what Xu Mu had previously acquired—usable only by him, with no way to teach others.

But the manual was different. With this, he could pass the Mountain-Splitting Palm to someone else.

"This is valuable!"

Xu Mu was pleasantly surprised. While he might disdain Yellow-grade techniques, others certainly wouldn’t.

Given his knowledge of the story’s world, even hidden clans treated Yellow-grade martial arts as treasures.

Returning the plaque to storage, he took out the Beauty Pill.

According to the description, this first-grade pill could balance hormones, beautify the skin, and treat acne.

Acne—or "youth spots"—plagued countless people worldwide.

Some had otherwise attractive faces marred by these blemishes. Even after outgrowing them, the scars and pits often remained.

Xu Mu licked the pill. With his pharmaceutical expertise, he quickly analyzed its composition.

To his delight, the ingredients were all common medicinal herbs—no rare spiritual materials required.

That meant his family’s pharmaceutical company could mass-produce it.

A faint smile crossed his lips. This pill had the potential to be a bestseller.

Feeling slightly better about his haul, Xu Mu decided to proceed with the final ten-draw, this time from the living room sofa.

The wheel spun once more, and rewards appeared before him.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 20 attribute points.]

...

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining additional storage space.]

Xu Mu grinned. Extra storage was always useful.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 30 cultivation points.]

...

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Lost Longsword.]

All eleven draws concluded without anything remarkable.

He checked his storage space—originally the size of two refrigerators, it had now expanded to three. Plenty of room for a bicycle or even an electric scooter.

Next, he withdrew the pitch-black longsword. Tapping it with his finger, he couldn’t identify the material.

The guard resembled demonic horns, giving it a fierce appearance.

But for now, this weapon would just gather dust in storage.

At present, his Desert Eagle was far more practical.

In total, he had gained 350 cultivation points and 160 attribute points.

He wasn’t sure why, but attribute points had become scarcer compared to cultivation points lately.

Without hesitation, he allocated all the cultivation points first.

The energy in his meridians surged, and black text appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, Host, on reaching the early stage of Gang Qi.]

Xu Mu clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming. Finally, he had stepped into the Gang Qi realm.

In the world of ancient martial arts, this made him a true expert.

The most notable difference between Gang Qi and Hidden Force was its ability to manifest externally.

Gang Qi was also known as "internal energy."

While attacks using External Force or Hidden Force required physical contact, Gang Qi did not.

This realm allows the release of the Qi within one's body.

Next, Xu Mu allocated more attribute points, further enhancing his physical strength.

He sensed an impending battle—Lin Yang had already been driven to fury.

If Lin Yang realized that kidnapping Feng Yue was futile, he might target those close to Xu Mu instead.

People like Ye Tong, Ye Yu, and others.