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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
