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

The gaze shifts northward to the capital city.

The wind from a thousand miles away could not dispel the gloomy clouds hanging over the Song family compound.

This once-grand family mansion, which overlooked the capital city for over a century, is declining at a visible pace.

The prized koi in the courtyard floated belly-up, neglected and unattended.

The servants who came and went kept their heads down and even deliberately suppressed their breathing, and the whole courtyard was deathly silent.

Inside the main hall, Song Tiancheng, the current head of the Song family, paced back and forth anxiously, polishing the gold bricks beneath his feet until they shone.

A black sedan silently glided into the courtyard; the distinctive color of its license plate indicated the owner's extraordinary status.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing Japanese-style wooden clogs stepped onto the Song family's floor tiles.

The newcomer was dressed in a black samurai outfit, carrying two swords of different lengths on his back, and his hair was styled in the manner of a Japanese ronin.

Despite the blazing midday sun, the air seemed to grow colder wherever he went.

"Second Uncle!"

Song Tiancheng's eyes lit up, and he rushed forward in three steps.

"You're finally back!"

The person who came was Song Ren, Song Tiancheng's second uncle.

In his early years, he traveled to Japan and became a disciple of the Koga school, where he diligently practiced the art of killing for sixty years.

Now at the peak of "Jonin", his strength is enough to fight against cultivators in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

"Um."

Song Ren nodded slightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I mentioned things at home in the letter."

His gaze swept around, taking in the cowering servants, a hint of savagery in his eyes.

"Where's Qing Shu?"

Song Tiancheng's eyes immediately reddened.

"In the backyard..."

"Qingshu will be bedridden for the rest of his life."

"Baka!"

Song Ren pulled at the dough, his murderous aura surging.

Clang!

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and a chilling white blade of light had already swept across the courtyard.

The five-meter-high Taihu stone rockery in the center of the courtyard made a muffled sound, splitting neatly in the middle, its cut surface as smooth as a mirror, and slowly sliding down to both sides.

Dust rose everywhere.

The servants around were so frightened that they all knelt down, burying their heads even deeper.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

A sound of admiration rang out from the doorway.

Li Cangtian, the sect leader of Wuji Sect, wearing a black robe, stepped into the courtyard.

He glanced at the split artificial mountain, his pupils contracted, and then a smile spread across his face.

"Second Master Song, your 'Shadow Assassination Style' has reached a divine level."

Song Ren sheathed his sword and stared at him coldly.

"Sect Leader Li, are you here to see the Song family make a fool of themselves?"

"No."

Li Cangtian waved his hand.

"I'm here to discuss cooperation."

"That brat Zhou Ran, he crippled your offspring, injured your ancestor, and also killed my disciples and destroyed my most precious treasure."

"Our enemy is the same person."

Song Ren let out a cold snort.

"Killing him is as easy as taking something out of a bag; why would I need to cooperate with anyone?"

"Is that so?"

Li Cangtian's smile was meaningful.

"As far as I know, that kid has strange methods and can kill enemies of higher ranks."

If you go to the southern border to find him, even if you succeed, you'll inevitably lose a few teeth.

Song Ren remained silent.

A ninja never does anything without a chance of success.

"oh?

Why don't you tell me about your plans?

Song Ren asked.

Li Cangtian took a few steps closer, his voice extremely low, tinged with the stench of blood.

"Zhou Ran is currently far away in the southern border region. The terrain there is complex and full of poisonous miasma, so it's not a good place to make a move."

"But his roots are in Jiangcheng."

"Jiangcheng?"

Song Ren raised an eyebrow.

"That's right."

Li Cangtian's words were vicious.

He has three women in Jiangcheng, whom he cherishes more than his own life.

One is Xiao Hongli, one is Chen Ya, and the other is Lin Qingxue with the Yin-Yang Sacred Body.

"Especially Chen Ya, with her innate allure, she's a rare beauty in this world..."

Song Ren narrowed his eyes, licked his dry, cracked lips with the tip of his tongue, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled sinisterly.

"To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao?"

"more than."

Li Cangtian added,

"My Wuji Sect has a 'Blood Sacrifice Array,' which requires the essence and blood of such a top-quality woman as a catalyst."

"If we capture them, we can not only force Zhou Ran to walk into our trap, but we can also use their flesh and blood to heal your ancestor and prolong his life!"

"A good plan."

Song Ren's murderous intent surged.

He took a black porcelain bottle out of his pocket.

"The 'Bewitching Smoke' I brought back from Japan is specifically designed to break the spiritual consciousness of Chinese cultivators."

Colorless and odorless, once inhaled, it dissipates spiritual energy, leaving one completely vulnerable.

"Even if Zhou Ran has laid a tight net in Jiangcheng, it won't stop my infiltration."

Li Cangtian burst into laughter.

"Therefore, we shall proceed separately."

"Master Song went to Jiangcheng to raid our base. I led men to ambush him on the road to the Southern Frontier, waiting for him to return and die!"

The two then looked at each other and chuckled softly.

......

Southern Xinjiang, the entrance to Wanyao Valley.

The miasma was as vast as the sea, and shadowy figures could be seen everywhere.

As Zhou Ran led two veiled girls into this place of trouble, hundreds of eyes converged on them like hungry wolves.

In the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, the air is so fresh it seems to drip with green water.

Outside Wanyao Valley, the noise of people was deafening, causing the miasma in the forest to churn endlessly.

All sorts of strange and monstrous people gathered here.

On the left is the Scorpion Sect, whose members are covered in colorful poisonous insects, making one's scalp tingle.

To the right is the Cave of White Bones, where everyone carries a human-shaped shroud, their faces even paler than the corpses, and buzzing flies swarm around them.

Further away, a group of Black Witch Village people with strange tattoos were dancing a primitive sacrificial dance around a bonfire.

The air was filled with a mixture of musty, fishy, ​​and corpse smells.

The smell assaulted the nasal cavity, making people dizzy and lightheaded.

Zhou Ran led the Su sisters into the arena, and the noisy crowd paused for a moment.

Everyone stopped moving.

Both sisters wore thick veils and large windbreakers.

But their upright postures formed a stark contrast with the hunched and slovenly figures around them.

A sweet, refreshing mist emanated from them, overpowering the surrounding stench.

That was the aura naturally emitted by the Tide Saint Body.

This aura penetrated the nostrils of the group of evil cultivators, having a stronger effect than the most potent aphrodisiac, causing their blood to boil.

A man who was wiping his bone knife stopped, licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Another evil cultivator was playing with a scorpion. He didn't even notice the scorpion falling from his hand; his small eyes were filled with nothing but green light.

Hundreds of eyes turned towards them simultaneously, sticky and burning, as if they wanted to peel off their clothes and swallow them whole.

There was no pretense in his eyes, only the most primal greed and possessiveness.

"Wow, where did this top-quality find come from?"