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

The master bedroom is on the second floor of the villa.

The atmosphere inside the room was somewhat unusual.

Zhou Ran leaned against the headboard, the price of his forced breakthrough was consuming him.

His meridians were completely empty, and waves of exhaustion washed over him, making it difficult for him to even lift a finger.

Even Ye Futian in his sea of ​​consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

This is the price he has to pay.

But he didn't expect that his half-dead appearance would be seen in a completely different way by the two women.

Chen Ya's purple silk nightgown had a low neckline, and under the light, her skin was dazzlingly white.

She didn't put on airs like an elder; instead, she knelt on one knee by the bed, one hand supporting herself on Zhou Ran's ear, while the fingertips of her other hand gently traced his pale face.

"Xiao Ran".

Chen Ya's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a tingling sensation that went straight to the bone.

"I hadn't noticed before, but when you're weak, you're much more pleasing to the eye than when you're acting all high and mighty."

Zhou Ran forced a bitter smile and tried to back away, but her back was pressed against the headboard, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

At the other end of the room, Xiao Hongli had already closed the door.

The usually ruthless CEO Xiao no longer showed his usual restraint in his eyes.

She tossed aside the cumbersome cushion, sat down at the foot of the bed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

The light flashing in those phoenix eyes was the hunter's fixation on the prey that was unable to move in the trap.

"Sister Ya is right."

Xiao Hongli looked Zhou Ran up and down, a slight smile playing on her lips, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

"Normally you are the high and mighty Master Zhou, and we are the canaries protected under your wings."

Today, this position needs to be changed.

"Since you can't move at all right now, that's perfect."

Xiao Hongli leaned down and hooked her slender fingers directly onto the button of Zhou Ran's pajamas.

"You'll stay in bed for the next three days."

"There are some things that you didn't have the chance to do before, but this time Ya-jie and I will teach you properly."

Zhou Ran's temple throbbed suddenly.

This isn't teaching anything; it's the female demons of the Spider Cave preparing to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh!

"Wait, I can still fight..."

Zhou Ran tried to activate his dantian, but it was empty and there was no response.

"Shhh."

Chen Ya pressed her index finger against his lips, the fragrance of her fingertip mingling with the warm moisture.

"Save your energy."

"Your sisters are helping you, strengthening your foundation and nourishing your energy."

Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control, the doorknob was gently turned.

"that……

Did I arrive at the wrong time?

Lin Qingxue stood at the door with a tray in her hand, her face already flushed.

On the tray was a cup of freshly brewed ginseng tea, steaming hot.

She looked at the scene in the room: Chen Ya was leaning over and pressing down on Zhou Ran, Xiao Hongli was guarding the foot of the bed, and Zhou Ran looked like he had no will to live.

Lin Qingxue's hand trembled, and the teacup on the tray almost tipped over.

"Qingxue, come in."

Chen Ya didn't even turn her head; her words were commanding.

"Close the door properly."

Lin Qingxue was stunned for a moment, but her body subconsciously did as she was told, obediently closing the door and even locking it.

"Sister Ya... this... isn't this inappropriate?"

She placed the ginseng tea on the bedside table, her gaze darting around, not daring to look at the bed at all.

"What's wrong with it?"

Xiao Hongli raised her eyebrows and reached out to pull Lin Qingxue to the bedside.

"Aren't you a spirit medium?"

Didn't the old monk tell you that this physique is most suitable for dual cultivation?

"Your man is so weak right now, do you want to see his foundation damaged?"

With this label pinned on her, Lin Qingxue was at a loss.

She glanced at Zhou Ran's pale face, and her shyness vanished instantly, leaving only deep worry.

"I...I'm willing to help!"

Lin Qingxue bit her lip, her eyes changed, and she climbed onto the other side of the bed.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Ran simply closed his eyes.

Fine.

Anyway, there's no way to resist.

Then...

enjoy.

Cultivating immortality emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang, which can also be considered healing—proper healing.

"The lights are too bright."

Zhou Ran finally managed to utter a sentence.

Chen Ya chuckled softly, raised her hand and turned off the main light, leaving only a dim wall lamp.

The light and shadows swayed, creating a beautiful scene in the room.

……

The next three days were a mix of hell and heaven for Zhou Ran.

The three women reached a tacit agreement to take turns giving him a comprehensive "rehabilitation".

During the day, he instructed Fatty Wang and Qin San in the living room on the first floor.

This guy, Fatty Wang, actually managed to master the "Immovable King Golden Body Technique" after going through a life-or-death experience.

His body of fat became as hard as iron and stone, and when he did not use his internal energy, ordinary swords and knives could hardly break through his defenses.

"Ran-ge, watch out for my 'Fat Pig Charge' move!"

In the courtyard, Fatty Wang roared, a faint golden light emanating from his body, and he charged into a large tree that would take two people to encircle, like a raging bull.

boom!

The tree shook violently, its leaves falling like rain, leaving a clear dent on its trunk.

"Powerful, but brainless."

Zhou Ran lay back in the chair, eating grapes that Lin Qingxue had just peeled, and spoke lazily.

"The Golden Body Technique is about 'immovable as a mountain,' not about turning you into a wild boar."

Next time, concentrate your strength into a single point before striking.

"Okay!"

Fatty Wang chuckled, neither angry nor annoyed, and skipped off to continue practicing.

As night fell, Zhou Ran's battlefield shifted to the second floor.

After three days of "special training".

Zhou Ran discovered that the meridians damaged by the forced breakthrough were not only fully repaired under the nourishment of the three different energies, but also became more open and resilient.

In particular, Lin Qingxue's Yin-Yang Spiritual Body, with its pure Yin energy, has a natural effect of suppressing and harmonizing the demonic energy within his body.

If his previous cultivation was a river, now it is showing signs of flowing into the sea.

Peak of Qi Condensation.

The distance to true foundation building is only a thin sheet of paper.

On the evening of the third day, the setting sun bathed the Xiao family villa in a golden-red hue.

Qin San's Mercedes-Benz braked suddenly and stopped at the door.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Wu De tumbled out of the passenger seat, waving several printed satellite photos with barely suppressed excitement on his face.

"Boss!"

Found it!

Wu De rushed into the living room, not even having time to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"We've found the kind of grass you're looking for!"

Zhou Ran suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He took the photo.

The photo is blurry; you can only see a valley shrouded in mist.

But deep in the valley, there was a faint crimson glow, like a dragon coiling around.

That extraordinary aura is palpable even through the photograph.

"Southern Frontier, Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs"

Qin San followed him in, his expression turning serious.

"This place is very eerie."

Local legend has it that the miasma only dissipates for three days every sixty years.

Judging by the days, it should be in the next few days.

"Does anyone else know?"

Zhou Ran's fingers gently traced the red light.

"The commotion is significant; it can't be kept secret."

Qin San smiled bitterly.

"Several villages in southern Xinjiang that practice Gu breeding have been disturbed."

In addition...

I received word that the Wuji Sect has also sent people there, led by their Grand Elder.

"The Wuji Sect?"

Zhou Ran grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Mo Yunhai, that old dog, was still barking before he died. I never expected to run into him again so soon.

Just right.

"Book tickets."

Zhou Ran stood up, his three days of laziness vanished, and his entire demeanor changed, revealing his sharp edge.

"Go to southern Xinjiang."