After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Zhou Ran did not make a move.

This kind of trash is not something he needs to bother with himself.

The black and gold baby dragon on the shoulder suddenly lit up.

The little creature hopped off Zhou Ran's shoulder, its body growing longer in the air against the wind.

The black and gold dragon scales unfolded layer by layer, the dragon horns were wrapped in deathly aura, and flames rolled in its throat.

Just as the ghostly soldiers raised the iron chains, the dragon's breath poured into the bridge arch.

The black and gold flames rolled past the sewage and yellow paper.

Before the ghostly soldiers could even utter a shout, their souls were burned to ashes and carried by the wind to the bridge wall.

The leader of the ghost soldiers turned to flee.

The black-gold baby dragon grabbed its head with one claw and lowered its head to bite down.

Click.

The heads of the ghost soldiers shattered.

A few wisps of Yin energy were swallowed by the young dragon.

It burped, swept its tail, and whipped the remaining ghost soldiers into the cracks in the bridge wall.

The bridge arch has been stabilized.

But the red line on the ground is still climbing.

Zhou Ran crossed his arms and looked at the concrete ground.

Seventeen articles.

Eighteen articles.

Nineteen articles.

The person who set up the formation is not here.

What remains here is merely an empty shell, a way to prolong the time.

Zhou Ran was not in a hurry.

He planted his Zanpakuto in the ground, then sat down with his hand on the hilt.

The black and gold gas spread out along the ground, drilling outwards along the cracks in the cement.

Every red line that passed through the bridge arch was entangled by that energy.

Their life force was trapped in the bridge arch.

The offerings at the other end can keep the person alive.

To wait for.

Wait until all thirty-six articles are released.

Cutting it off now can only save Chen Ya.

The hand behind your back will retract, and next time it will be someone else who will strike.

Even though demonic cultivators are cold-blooded, they cannot sacrifice the innocent.

At least we can't follow the old path of Ye Futian.

Just then, black mist seeped out of the black coffin and coalesced into a human shape.

He wore a tall hat and a black robe.

The projection of Yin Shuai Hei Wuchang stood on the coffin, bowing down to Zhou Ran.

"Zhou Ran".

"You're too late."

Zhou Ran picked up the knife and looked up.

"Where is Xu Changsheng?"

Black Impermanence chuckled.

"The bone has been ground into a nail."

"His soul energy dissipated into the River of Oblivion, making it difficult to find him."

Zhou Ran didn't reply.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Xu Changsheng.

From the first moment Zhou Ran saw him, the old man exuded an aura of death.

That's the kind of flavor only someone who's lived enough can have.

Seeking death and having one's bones ground into nails are two different things.

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

Zhou Ran's eyes burned with suppressed anger, but he didn't let it show.

Don't rush.

The Black Impermanence was provoking him.

If he moves, the red thread will break, and the coordinates of the thirty-six bone nails will also be broken.

"Zhou Ran, you could have been a carefree cultivator."

The voice of the Black Impermanence descended from above the coffin.

"I shouldn't have interfered in matters concerning the realms of the living and the dead!"

Black Impermanence raised his mourning staff, while the power of the underworld's hooks pressed down.

Zhou Ran still didn't move.

Only the black death aura on the blade gradually turned into black gold.

"Do all you rebels in the underworld love to talk nonsense?"

He took a step forward, and the Primordial Totem covered his left arm.

All the yellow paper inside the bridge arch caught fire at once.

The red threads are stretched taut one by one.

Article 27.

Article 28.

Article 29.

Zhou Ran was not suppressed.

The golden elixir in his abdomen turned once.

He removed most of the Yin laws that had been imposed on him.

Only the power of the soul is still being slowly drained away.

This speed is ridiculously slow for Zhou Ran, who has merged with the Demon Emperor.

He raised his sword, and a purplish-black blade of light slashed down.

The projection of Black Impermanence was cleaved in two from the shoulder to the waist with a single slash.

The black mist dissipated.

The dark face twitched in the mist, and the voice lowered by half.

"It's no use."

"You can kill shadows, but you can't kill formations."

The black mist forcibly entangled itself around the red threads.

"Thirty-six bone nails were put in at once."

"Jiangcheng is a coffin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the projection of Black Impermanence dissipated.

A cold wind swept past the bridge arch.

Zhou Ran hoisted the knife back onto his shoulder and carefully sensed the positions of the thirty-six bone nails.

"Found it."

"Zhou Ran, what did you find?"

Outside the bridge arch, a woman in a white robe walked in barefoot.

Su Xiaoxiao was carrying a string of yellow paper dolls.

Each doll has a bone nail driven into its head.

She saw Zhou Ran and smiled.

"have not seen you for a long time."

At this moment, all thirty-six red lines lit up simultaneously.

A heartbeat echoed from beneath Jiangcheng, its low pressure pressing down on the earth's veins.

The foundation of the entire city shook.

Listen.

Su Xiaoxiao acted coquettishly as usual, covering her pale hands with her ears.

Zhou Ran used his Demonic Eyes of Illusion to follow the red line.

Deep within the earth's veins, the skeleton opened one eye.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and laughed even harder.

The fire on the altar was completely extinguished.

Next, it's time to wake up.

The only remaining smell in the bridge arch was the burnt smell of yellow paper.

Su Xiaoxiao stared intently at Zhou Ran with her grayish-white eyes.

Two years ago, at the gym.

This man, dressed in cheap sportswear, fawned over wealthy clients, just to earn a few hundred dollars more in commission.

At that time, she looked down on him the most.

poor.

Useless.

Still pretending to be high and mighty.

She gave him a chance.

She hinted at it.

She even thought that if Zhou Ran just lowered his head once, she could reluctantly continue the relationship with him.

But he didn't understand.

He can't even compare to one of Zhao Tao's.

Zhao Tao would buy her bags, take her to fancy restaurants, and let her ride in a Mercedes-Benz G63.

But what does Zhou Ran have?

Rental housing.

Inexpensive protein powder.

And then there are those leather bags that cost a hundred or eighty yuan.

But what happened next?

The Zhao family is gone.

Zhao Tao is finished.

She was kicked out of Jiangcheng's socialite circle and ended up eating spoiled steamed buns under a bridge and scavenging leftovers in trash cans.

All of this was destroyed by Zhou Ran.

But now.

Zhou Ran wore a well-tailored pure black shirt and stood tall and straight.

The oppressive aura of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator filled the bridge arch, causing fine ripples to appear on the surface of the sewage.

A young dragon exuding the aura of a true dragon coiled around his shoulder, and he carried a Zanpakuto that even the fiercest ghosts of the underworld feared.

This look down on her only fueled the jealousy burning within Su Xiaoxiao.

On what grounds?

Why did she choose the rich one, only to end up in this situation?

Why is it that Zhou Ran, by associating with Chen Ya, is now above her?

"Zhou Ran..."

Su Xiaoxiao forced out a piercing laugh from her throat, which contained the shrill voice unique to Bai Wuchang.

She slowly stood up, mud dripping from the hem of her white robe.

"Who do you think you are?"

Su Xiaoxiao spread her arms wide, her features distorted by hatred.

"You're nothing but Chen Ya's dog!"

"You climbed to the top by relying on women, what right do you have to look at me like that?"

"I simply made the smartest choice!"

"Zhao Tao is rich!"

"He can buy me a bag!"

"Can you take me out for a fancy Western meal!"

"And you?"

"Besides making empty promises, what have you ever given me?!"

Su Xiaoxiao screamed, venting all the resentment that had been building up in her chest for two years.

Zhou Ran's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even flinch when she finished shouting.

Love or hate, it doesn't matter.

Those are all old, messy accounts.

He only looks at three things now.

Has Chen Ya's life ended?

Are all thirty-six bone screws present?

Just how far has the White Impermanence power within Su Xiaoxiao penetrated?

The woman in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Under the Demon Eye's gaze, Su Xiaoxiao was finally seen through.

It's not a phantom.

It's not about leveraging external forces.

This is the imprint of Bai Wuchang's true soul, combined with Su Xiaoxiao's resentful body, to create a Yin general's weapon in the mortal realm.

In a real fight, an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator would have their soul stolen in a single exchange.