Xu Mu and Ye Tong had been "renovating" in the bedroom every day; Favorability was one factor, sure—but more importantly, Ye Tong was his wife.
Even if, in the future, Ye Tong could no longer bring him Fate Points, he would still choose to keep "renovating."
After all, everything he'd achieved so far—half the credit belonged to Ye Tong.
Especially Ye Tong at night.
The Fate Points Ye Tong brought him were practically half his entire haul.
But he didn't care about that calculus. Since he had chosen her as his wife, how could he stop "renovating" just because she might not yield Fate Points? What kind of man would that make him?
That said, Ye Tong's halo did not disappoint.
Shared Fortune—not only could she share in others' blessings, she could also let others share in hers.
To Xu Mu, that was the terrifying part of Ye Tong's ability.
The system stated clearly: only those with maxed-out Favorability could form a connection and share skills.
But Ye Tong could let anyone with positive Favorability briefly connect with Xu Mu.
Others would be pseudo-connections—they could share one skill, and only one person at a time.
If he wanted to share with someone else, he'd have to reclaim the previous shared skill first.
But even that was scary enough.
Take the little imp Ye Yu: if she were ever in danger, he could instantly share a heavenly-grade technique to help her escape.
Calming down, Xu Mu remembered he still had one more ten-draw.
This time he didn't want baseline rewards—he wanted powerful techniques.
Not for himself, but to share with Ye Tong, so she'd always have life-saving options.
Unfortunately, Ye Tong's gentle nature wasn't suited to combat. Otherwise, he'd have a formidable right-hand at his side already.
He tapped the roulette and muttered in his heart, "Give me a technique this time."
Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained a Grade-5 heavenly material, Black Angelica.
Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained a Grade-6 heavenly material, Black Leaf Grass.
Xu Mu shook his head slightly. If only these had appeared earlier—he wouldn't have needed Qin Ju to refine the Qi Sea Pill.
Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained 30 Cultivation Points.
Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained 20 Cultivation Points.
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Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained 30 Cultivation Points.
Ding! Congratulations, Host obtained 10 kilograms of gold.
Xu Mu was dumbfounded—the last pull gave him gold again.
Was the system hinting he should manage assets now?
The gold he'd drawn previously had already skyrocketed in value.
Was this system a wealth-management app?
Money, however, was what Xu Mu needed least right now.
With no better option, he dumped all this round's points into himself.
Because most of the results were baseline rewards, he'd amassed a mountain of fundamentals: 330 Cultivation Points and 180 Attribute Points.
He allocated all the attribute points; qi rampaged through his body and then expanded further.
Black text flickered before his eyes:
Congratulations, Host has entered mid-stage Mystic Art Realm.
Feeling the power coursing inside him, Xu Mu smiled. At least it was some consolation.
He opened his panel to check his current status:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Sacred-Body Antagonist; HR Manager of Xu Group
Realm: Mystic Art, Mid-Stage
Physique: 815
Spirit: 815
Cultivation Points: 30 (max 800)
Fate Power: 1042
He nodded to himself and started wondering what halos others might have.
Halos correlated with the person.
What about Meng Wanyue—something assassin-related?
And Dai Xingluo?
Would hers be something wild like "force-feed everyone within a radius"?
The next morning.
As usual, Xu Mu woke up and glanced at his phone.
It was full of insults. He couldn't be bothered—big heart or not, it still dampened the mood.
Just then, his phone buzzed—it was Lu Xueyao.
He'd thought it might be Yun Wu or Fan Shiyu, but it was this girl instead.
"Brother Xu Mu! Are you awake?"
He replied: "Just woke up. What's wrong?"
She didn't text back—she called directly.
Xu Mu quickly set the phone to silent, got dressed, then stepped out of the bedroom to answer.
Ye Tong cracked her eyes open, a warm smile on her face.
Sometimes it's those small, unintentional gestures that prove he truly cared about her.
Downstairs on the sofa, Xu Mu answered, "Xueyao, what happened?"
"I saw the videos about you. I've already found that punk with the megaphone and brought him in."
"What?" Xu Mu thought he'd misheard.
The two killer groups hadn't found him yet, and Lu Xueyao had already nabbed the kid?
"Brother Xu Mu, do you have time to come over? Let's interrogate him together!"
"Send me the address. I'll come right away. Don't act rashly," Xu Mu warned.
"Don't worry, I won't," she promised.
No sooner had he put the phone down than Ye Tong and Ye Yu came out of the bedroom together.
"Morning, brother-in-law!" Ye Yu chirped, a line of text popping above her head:
[Favorability +10]
At the same time, above Ye Tong's head:
[Favorability +10]
Hands in his pockets, Xu Mu smiled at them. "I'm skipping breakfast today—got company business to handle."
"Be careful," Ye Tong said, full of concern.
"Don't worry."
With that, he left the villa.
At the same time—
In a sealed room, a man was tied to a chair with a black hood over his head.
Lu Xueyao, in casual clothes and a baseball cap, sat on the sofa, calmly scrolling her phone.
Dozens of people stood around.
Zhao Yan stood closest to her, riding high these days.
He was the de facto number two—managing this vast turf and all these people day to day.
Some had been in the streets longer than him, but now they had to call him Brother Yan.
Mainly because Lu Xueyao was terrifying—she'd hit other crews so hard they didn't even think about revenge anymore.
Just then, Xu Mu walked in.
He was wearing the classic mask-sunglasses-cap trio, a simple disguise.
"Xueyao."
As he was about to approach, a few burly men blocked his path.
Seeing the formation—and then seeing Lu Xueyao sitting like a boss on the sofa—he could hardly believe his eyes.
In just a few days, her status seemed to have transformed completely.
"He's my brother," Lu Xueyao said, standing up.
At that, the burly men immediately stepped aside.
"So domineering. Seeing this setup, I can't help wanting to call you 'Sis,'" Xu Mu joked as he walked over.
[Favorability +10]
"Br— Don't joke around, please. Sit."
Smart as she was, she understood his disguise meant he didn't want his identity exposed—so she didn't call him "Brother Xu Mu" aloud.
She looped her arm through his and guided him to the sofa.
"Take off the hood and the tape," she ordered a few men in the distance.
"Yes, Boss Lu!"
Two big guys answered respectfully.