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

Her clothes were still the ripped business suit she brought from Blue Star, with a demonic battle robe that Ming Cang had somehow found on her, making her look completely out of place.

But the way she stood there, with her back straight, was exactly the same as when she was holding a board meeting in the top-floor conference room of Jiangcheng CBD.

"The Bloodthirsty Empress"

Xiao Hongli spoke, using a professional tone appropriate for a formal occasion.

"Your Blood Navy has 300,000 men, and at least 60,000 were killed in the war."

Your ancestral blood spear broke once. Although it was pieced back together, the efficiency of rule transmission at the crack was reduced by at least 40%.

Your imperial bloodline imprint has dimmed by more than half, making it impossible to fully activate your ancestral bloodline in the short term.

His bloodthirsty eyebrows furrowed inch by inch.

"What do you mean by all this?"

"It means that the next three months will be your weakest period."

Xiao Hongli tore off a pre-drawn chart from the ore slab and handed it over.

"I used your military supply data to create a troop recovery model."

Based on the current reserves of Soul Abyss Stones and the output of spiritual veins, normal recovery would take two years.

She paused for a second.

"But what if we used the purple-gold demon cores scattered across the eastern front after the vanguard of the Heavenly Demon Realm was wiped out..."

Approximately 73,000...

By deploying power in batches according to my planned tiered power supply scheme, your troop recovery period can be reduced to four months.

Bloodlust took the chart and looked at it for the time it takes to burn half an incense stick.

Her crimson pupils lifted from the bottom row of data on the chart, "Estimated Recovery Progress," and stared at Xiao Hongli's face.

"When did you calculate this?"

"During the two hours you are out fighting..."

Xiao Hongli's tone was calm and composed.

"You think I'm just sitting around in the command center?"

Bloodlust's lips twitched, but he didn't utter a sound.

Chen Ya stood up.

Her movements weren't as decisive as Xiao Hongli's; she seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn't mince words.

"Miss Huanyin".

Huan Yin raised an eyebrow at Chen Ya's address.

"There is a logical loophole in your seven-level rule translation between the fourth and fifth levels."

Someone can insert false data into your intelligence stream without triggering any warnings.

Huan Yin's expression changed.

She reached out and took the jade slip from Chen Ya, her dark red pupils rapidly scanning its contents, her gaze narrowing little by little.

"How long has this vulnerability existed?"

The languid quality in Huanyin's voice was completely gone.

"At least three years."

Chen Ya's tone was calm, as if stating the facts.

"The repair plan is on the back."

in addition......"

She pulled out another spirit-gathering array diagram from her sleeve.

It was a cross-domain joint spirit gathering array that Chen Ya redesigned based on the main array eye structure of the Blue Star White Tower and combined with the spiritual vein direction of the Wuxiang Domain.

The unified allocation of spiritual vein output from the four regions will increase efficiency by at least 50%.

Chen Ya handed over the array diagram and the jade slip together.

"This is a gift for you; you can pay the rent."

"The three of us are staying on your land; we can't just stay for free."

Huan Yin took the item, looked down at the array diagram, then at the jade slip, and finally looked up and glanced at Zhou Ran.

That look held a mixture of wanting to strangle him and being reluctant to do so.

Lin Qingxue did not get up.

She leaned against the soft couch, her pale face almost transparent in the light of the hall.

But her remaining divine eyes continued to operate, their faint silver light sweeping across every corner of the hall.

Jiuyou walked past.

She stood in front of Lin Qingxue's soft couch, looking down at this Blue Star woman whose eyes were almost ruined and who could barely stand.

"You tampered with my private property and haven't even told me yet."

Lin Qingxue slowly opened her eyes.

"I hit it, the bottom left corner inside the lid of your black coffin."

The deathly aura of the Nine Netherworlds fluctuated slightly.

She turned to look at the black coffin floating in the corner of the hall and reached out to open the coffin lid.

On the lower left corner inside the coffin lid, there is indeed a line of extremely small characters...

"Borrow four layers of anchor points and make up for the energy consumption of the rules afterward."

...Lin Qingxue.

Jiuyou stared at the words for five breaths before closing the coffin lid.

"Your Dharma is 90% ruined, yet you still manage to carve words on my coffin."

Jiuyou turned around, a faint trace of apprehension lingering within his deathly aura.

"You are even more troublesome than Ye Futian's strategist back then."

The atmosphere in the main hall changed imperceptibly.

Bloodlust still had a stern face, but he was clutching Xiao Hongli's troop recovery model in his hand, so tightly that the edges of the paper were wrinkled, and he never returned it.

Huan Yin tucked the array diagram and jade slip into her sleeve, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Jiuyou retreated into the shadows and said nothing more.

Zhou Ran leaned back on the throne, watching the six women engage in a silent but bloody battle before him.

The war is over, the world hasn't collapsed, and people are still alive.

He spoke.

"The allocation plan for Dig will be decided at the military meeting tomorrow."

Everyone should rest today; those who are injured should get treatment, and those who are tired should sleep.

He paused for a moment.

"Sister Chen, I've asked Mingcang to arrange your room in the east side hall."

"Mr. Xiao and Qingxue live next door. If you need anything, just tell Mingcang."

Chen Ya snorted.

"You've arranged things quite efficiently."

Xiao Hongli didn't reply, but turned and left with the pen in her hand.

He stopped at the door, took a step, and uttered a sentence without turning his head.

"Your left arm will be ruined if you don't treat it soon. Don't argue with me."

When Lin Qingxue was helped up from the soft couch by Chen Ya, her gaze swept across Zhou Ran's face.

She didn't say anything, but the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

The same curve as last time in the Spirit Spring Pool.

The three women from the blue planet left the main hall one after another.

Huan Yin was the second to leave. As she passed the throne, she leaned down and whispered something in Zhou Ran's ear.

"The interest you owe me has increased again."

Bloodlust was the last to leave.

She walked slowly, the gun leaving a long trail on the ground.

Just before leaving, she glanced back at Zhou Ran.

There was a fire burning in his crimson pupils, but it wasn't a burning intent to kill.

"I'll take care of your arm tomorrow. Don't ask anyone else."

The door closed.

Jiuyou has long since disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Ran was the only one left sitting on the throne in the hall, the echoes of six women's distinct footsteps still lingering in his ears.

He sat for a while, then stood up, picked up the Taihuang Black Blade, and walked towards the east side hall.

He was really exhausted today. The broken bone in his left arm was so painful that cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead, and the torn tendons in his right arm were also throbbing.

He planned to go to Chen Ya and ask her to help him soak his bones in the spiritual spring water so that he could at least hold on until tomorrow when Bloodlust would come to set them.

The door to the east side hall was ajar, and a faint wisp of warm spring water wafted out.

He pushed open the door.

The steam from the Lingquan Pool rose into a white mist inside the hall.

Six sets of clothing of different styles were neatly arranged on the low couch by the pool...

There were remnants of Xiao Hongli's torn business suit, Chen Ya's old coat brought from Blue Star, and Lin Qingxue's thick robe.

There were also three sets of demonic gauze robes he had never seen before, of excellent quality: dark red, crimson gold, and jet black.

The sound illusion.

Bloodthirsty.

The Nine Netherworlds.

Zhou Ran's footsteps froze on the threshold.

A corner of the steam from the center of the Spirit Spring Pool dissipated.

Six figures sat in the pool.

Chen Ya, Xiao Hongli, and Lin Qingxue squeezed together on the left side of the pool. The heat made Chen Ya's cheeks flush red, Xiao Hongli's wet hair clung to her shoulders, and Lin Qingxue leaned against the pool wall with her eyes closed, her complexion a little better than during the day.

Illusory Sound, Bloodlust, and Nine Netherworld are on the right side of the pool.

Huanyin rested her head on the edge of the pool, her dark red hair spread across the water.

He sat cross-legged in the pool, his bloodthirsty eyes half-closed and half-open.

The deathly aura of the Nine Netherworlds created a delicate balance with the spiritual spring water, making the water temperature around her a few degrees lower than elsewhere.

Six women.

All six pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Chen Ya was the first to speak, her tone carrying an air of "you've come at the perfect time" as if it were her due.

"Close the door."

Zhou Ran's hand was still on the door frame.

Huan Yin curved her lips into a smile, her dark red pupils shining almost excessively in the heat.

"You're already inside, what are you standing there for?"

He snorted coldly, turned his face away, and the tips of his crimson ears stood out starkly in the rising steam.

"If you don't soak your useless arms in the spiritual spring, they'll be waiting to be amputated."

Stop dawdling around.

Xiao Hongli had somehow gotten her pen back into her hand, and she pointed with the cap to a small empty spot by the pool.

"Fifteen minutes, you're done soaking and leaving, no longer allowed."

Lin Qingxue never opened her eyes, but the corners of her lips curved into a smile...

As with all previous instances, the amplitude was extremely small, visible only to Zhou Ran.

Jiuyou let out a very soft, cold snort from the shadows.

The name engraved on the coffin lid appeared for a moment in the deathly aura, then sank back down.

Zhou Ran stood at the door, looking at the six faces with different expressions in the spirit spring pool.

He suddenly felt that this scene was even more nerve-wracking than when he fought the prince.

"...I really just want to soak my arms."

The six pairs of eyes gave a uniform reply.

Nobody said "good".

No one said "no".