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

The air in southern Xinjiang is humid and sticky, mixed with the smell of rotting leaves and mold.

The courtyard of the guesthouse was deathly silent; even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

Su Qingwu shielded her younger sister tightly behind her, her cheeks flushed with shame, anger, and fear.

She clutched the package embroidered with the Shuiyue Temple logo tightly; it was her only remaining dignity.

"I'm not going!"

Her voice trembled, but her words were crystal clear, revealing an unyielding stubbornness.

"Our master said that we must remain chaste and never have physical intimacy with men in this life!"

"I absolutely cannot go into the deep mountains and forests with a monster like you, without any clear understanding of the situation!"

Su Qingling, who was behind her, nodded vigorously, her face pale, her big eyes glistening with tears, and she bit her lip tightly, not daring to cry out.

Zhou Ran let out a soft chuckle.

He casually tossed the compass he had obtained from Yin Yangzi, his gaze sweeping over the two sisters with a mocking expression.

"A chaste and virtuous woman?"

Zhou Ran took a step forward.

An invisible pressure descended, making the two sisters feel a tightness in their chests and making it difficult to breathe.

Forced back by this imposing aura, Su Qingwu's back slammed heavily against the rough courtyard wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

"It seems you haven't figured out your situation yet."

Zhou Ran leaned against the wall next to Su Qingwu's ear with one hand, casting her petite body in his shadow.

His demonic eyes, gleaming with a purple-gold luster, scrutinized him from head to toe without any attempt to conceal it.

That gaze was extremely aggressive, as if it could penetrate their clothes and see through the flow of every meridian in their bodies.

"What do you think you are in the eyes of those evil cultivators from the Southern Frontier?"

Zhou Ran leaned close to Su Qingwu's earlobe, and his warm breath sent shivers down Su Qingwu's spine.

"woman?

Or is it a furnace or cauldron for dual cultivation?

"No."

Zhou Ran shook his finger, his tone becoming low and ruthless, as if dissecting a specimen.

"In their eyes, you are the most exquisite 'living batteries' in the world."

"They are two walking 'high-energy batteries'."

Su Qingwu's breath hitched.

Have you heard of Black Witch Village?

Zhou Ran's words floated lightly into Su Qingwu's ears.

"They love your kind of tidal bodies the most."

"Take them back. We don't need you to warm our beds, we don't even need you to say a word."

He stretched out his finger and drew a circle on Su Qingwu's flat stomach from a distance.

"They will plant a love potion in you."

"That kind of insect will burrow into your dantian, feeding on you day and night, stimulating the tidal power within your body, and continuously secreting pure spiritual liquid."

"Then, we'll hang you from the roof beam, your body covered in tubes that gleam with a cold metallic sheen."

"While feeding you water to prolong your life, they also extract spiritual fluid from your body, using you like a juicer, day and night without stopping."

"Until the very end, I'll drain you down to two skin and bones, dried-up corpses with even your souls ground to dust."

This description caused Su Qingwu's mind to uncontrollably conjure up images of that hellish scene, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The last bit of color in her face had completely faded.

Compared to that fate, following this devil doesn't seem so unacceptable...

"Wow--!"

A piercing wail shattered the silence in the courtyard.

The two were inexperienced and had never heard of such torture before. They were so frightened that they broke down in tears, snot bubbles coming out of their noses.

"I don't want to become a dried-up corpse!"

I don't want to be inserted with tubes!

Waaaaah…

Su Qingwu trembled violently, her legs went weak and she almost knelt down, her Foundation Establishment stage spiritual power stagnating under extreme fear.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Ran withdrew his hand and even patted his sleeves in disgust.

He turned away from the two sisters, his tone languid, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Don't want to go? Fine, I'm not begging you."

"The door is over there. Go out the door and walk east. It's less than 500 meters into the deep mountains."

If we're lucky, we might run into the Black Witch Village patrol team tonight.

After saying that, Zhou Ran turned and walked into the house, her back view resolute and without the slightest trace of lingering.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps...

Just as his foot was about to cross the threshold.

A small, cold, trembling hand tugged at his clothes with all its might.

Zhou Ran didn't turn around; the corners of her lips were slightly upturned.

Su Qingwu's eyes were red-rimmed, and she bit her lower lip tightly, the crimson lip already seeping blood.

Faced with the choice between "becoming jerky" and "becoming a demon's lackey," she made a humiliating but only option.

"Take...take us away."

Her voice was barely audible, yet it conveyed endless grievance.

"I can't hear you." Zhou Ran said without turning his head.

"We're willing to go with you!"

Su Qingwu closed her eyes and shouted with all her might.

"Please, don't leave us behind!"

Zhou Ran then turned around and looked at her with a leisurely air.

He reached out and pinched Su Qingwu's delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head and look directly into his eyes.

"Since we're going to follow along, let's establish some rules."

There was no warmth in Zhou Ran's eyes; the chill made her soul tremble.

"Throughout this journey, you have neither been disciples of the Water Moon Nunnery nor fairies."

"To me, you are just two accessories, two backup power sources."

"We'll let you in when we tell you to, and we'll shut you up when we tell you to."

"If you dare to hold us back..."

Zhou Ran didn't say anything more, but his eyes said it all.

"I understand..."

Su Qingwu held back her tears and nodded with difficulty.

Su Qingling nodded vigorously, not daring to cry out loud, only able to sob continuously.

"Alright, stop acting like the sky is falling."

Zhou Ran casually pulled two bottles of mineral water from a box next to him and tossed them into the arms of the two men.

"Drink some water to calm your nerves. Don't get dehydrated before even entering the valley, as it will affect the performance of your 'battery'."

Su Qingling was holding a bottle of mineral water.

While hiccuping and crying, he clumsily unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the contents, completely lacking the otherworldly air of a cultivator.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Qin Sanye ran in, clutching a sheepskin map in his hand, his brow beaded with sweat.

He glanced at the two sisters' miserable appearance, wisely refrained from asking any further questions, and simply walked quickly to Zhou Ran, his face quite grim.

"Sir, we're in trouble."

Master Qin spread the map out on the stone table and pointed his finger heavily at a red circle around the perimeter of Wanyao Valley.

"It's not just these rats from our country who want to get into the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines this time!"

Zhou Ran's eyebrows twitched, and his gaze fell on the unfamiliar symbols on the map.

"Oh? There are foreigners too?"