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

The small town in southern Xinjiang is a transit hub for border tourism, as night falls.

Thousands of lights spread out, turning the earth into a dazzling galaxy.

It is precisely in this light of modern civilization that the incongruity of certain individuals becomes all the more apparent.

"monster!"

In the magnificent lobby of a five-star hotel.

Su Qingling stared at the completely transparent sightseeing elevator, a Thunderfire Talisman already pinched between her fingers, its edges flashing with electricity.

The elevator doors slid open, and a couple stepped out. Su Qingling tensed up, adopting a defensive stance.

"This iron cage can swallow mortals alive and then spit them out from the sky. It must be a man-eating monster recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

"I'll unleash a divine thunderbolt and shatter its true form!"

"stop!"

Qin San was on high alert. He grabbed her raised wrist, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He could feel that all eyes in the lobby, including the front desk staff's freakish looks, were on the two sisters.

There's no way around it; these two sisters were already breathtakingly beautiful, and now, dressed in simple white dresses, they appear even more ethereal and otherworldly.

With that naive and unworldly look, you could easily be mistaken for someone who traveled from another time.

After entering the top-floor suite, their mental state did not improve.

"sister!

Come quick, come see!

Su Qingling pointed at the gleaming TOTO toilet in the bathroom, her face full of curiosity.

"There is a white jade basin here, containing a pool of clear water. Although it has no spiritual energy, it is still clean."

Presumably, this is for honored guests to wash their hands and face; the people of the foot of the mountain certainly have a refined way of treating guests.

After saying that, she was about to scoop up a handful of water and splash it on her face.

Although Su Qingwu was more composed than her sister, she was also unable to remain calm at this moment.

She ignored the toilet and stared intently at the infrared security camera in the corner of the ceiling, her long sword already half an inch out of its sheath, emitting a faint aura.

"This object is shaped like a single eye, with red light flowing within it, watching us closely; it's some kind of surveillance array!"

After swiftly bringing down the knife, a smug smile appeared on her lips.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the endless stream of cars below, my eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

"This... is the hell on earth that Master spoke of, a place where people's hearts are treacherous and demons run rampant?"

For twenty years, that demon had instilled in them a worldview that had long been solidified, and now, amidst this unimaginable prosperity before their eyes, the first crack began to appear.

"You'll get used to it gradually."

Zhou Ran sank into the soft leather sofa, scrolling through her phone without looking up.

The screen displays the gym's recent financial statements, showing substantial profits.

"If you come with me, your ascetic life will be over."

He gave the order casually.

"Qin San, take them and Feng Lili to the shopping mall downstairs and buy some clothes they can wear out."

Zhou Ran pondered to herself that it would be troublesome to bring these two sisters back to Jiangcheng, 3,000 kilometers away, since they didn't even have ID cards.

An hour later, in a private room at the most upscale restaurant in the area.

Su Qingwu chose a beige knitted long dress that perfectly outlined her slender figure, but she kept unconsciously touching the cuffs, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Will I have to wear this from now on?"

They didn't even have a hidden pouch for concealing talismans and gold needles. What would they do if they were attacked?

Su Qingling, on the other hand, wore denim overalls with a white T-shirt, exuding youthful energy.

But she kept squirming and complaining softly:

"This material is so stiff and rough, it restricts your movements, and you can't even kick your legs properly in a fight. You're practically a sitting duck!"

When a table full of steaming delicacies was served, all complaints turned into the sound of swallowing food in a whirlwind.

"Waaah..."

This soup called "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" is so delicious!

Su Qingling's cheeks were bulging, and she was so happy she almost cried.

"This is much tastier than the fasting pills that old bastard Master gave me!"

Su Qingwu's movements were somewhat reserved, but under the fierce onslaught of delicacies, her defenses had long since crumbled, and her chopsticks moved so fast that they left afterimages in the air.

In contrast, only Bai Xuan demonstrated extensive knowledge and experience.

It was steeping in Zhou Ran's teacup.

Two tendrils of the mushroom gracefully rest on their hips, with a bowl of top-quality matsutake soup placed in front of them.

"Tch, what a bunch of bumpkins."

It skillfully scooped up a spoonful, then curled its lips in disgust.

"These matsutake mushrooms are not from the right year. The folds on the caps are too regular. They look like artificially cultivated mushrooms grown in a greenhouse."

Compared to the centuries-old delicacies I ate in Laoshan, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth, it was worlds apart.

Feng Lili and Qin San dared not utter a sound. One was busy turning the table, and the other was focused on serving Zhou Ran, dutifully playing the role of servants.

Zhou Ran didn't touch her chopsticks.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, ordinary food no longer held much appeal for him.

He was toying with a dark red nail between his fingers.

Penetrating bone nail.

The vicious torture instruments found in Yin Yangzi's storage ring were specifically designed to lock a cultivator's collarbone, crippling their cultivation.

"Boss, the mushroom soup with its thousand-year-old medicinal properties is ready. Have a sip!"

At this moment, Bai Xuan climbed out of the teacup and offered his bathwater in a fawning manner.

Although it's bathwater, it contains the essence of this mushroom spirit, and its effects on strengthening the body and improving cultivation are unmatched by ordinary pills.

"oh."

Zhou Ran put away the Bone-Piercing Nail, took a sip of tea, and then teased.

"Mmm, it's very fresh. It would be even better if I stewed you."

"Aha...hehe, the boss is joking again."

Bai Xuan rubbed his hand awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"Boss, are you interested in this bone-piercing nail?"

"I'm thinking about something else."

Zhou Ran's gaze pierced through the wall, looking towards the capital city three thousand kilometers away.

"Soul-Suppressing Nails".

The moment those three words were uttered, the noisy sounds of bowls and chopsticks in the private room abruptly ceased.

Bai Xuan, who was engrossed in eating, froze. Even the Su sisters felt an invisible chill, causing them to subconsciously put down their chopsticks.

"The reason why that old man from the Song family, who lived to be over 240 years old, was able to stay alive was because..."

It was only thanks to the Soul-Suppressing Nails of the Wuji Sect that his last wisp of yang energy, which was about to leave his body, was locked in place.

Only then did he gain the ability to possess another body.

Zhou Ran pressed Bai Xuan into the teacup and rubbed him for a while, speaking in a flat tone.

"If I want to destroy the Song family, I must first remove this thorn in my side."

He paused, his tone turning somewhat sinister.

"Bai Xuan".

"You claim to be the top doctoral supervisor in Laoshan, how much do you know about these magical artifacts that specialize in attacking the soul?"

"Hehe, boss, you've come to the right person!"

Bai Xuan perked up, jumped out of the teacup, and, with two mushroom tendrils on his back, paced back and forth on the smooth plate, striking the pose of an old scholar.

"These Soul-Suppressing Nails are extremely malevolent!"

Its original purpose wasn't to save people, but to imprison evil spirits and create "living dead"!

A glint of light appeared in his tiny, beady eyes as he recalled events from eight hundred years ago.

"Back then, there was a soul cultivator who called himself the 'Ghost King' and used seven soul-suppressing nails."

He forcibly nailed his three souls—Tai Guang, Shuang Ling, and You Jing—along with his four spirits—Shi Gou, Que Yin, Fei Du, and Chu Hui—all to his physical body, hoping to cultivate an immortal and indestructible divine power through this…

Get to the point.

Zhou Ran flicked his finger, sending a burst of energy that struck Bai Xuan's cap, interrupting its long-winded discourse.

"Ouch!"

Bai Xuan winced in pain and dared not keep them in suspense any longer.

"The key point is that the guy went into a qi deviation during his practice and I fed him 'Yi'!"

The remaining remains of the corpse fell right onto my territory, and I figured I couldn't let them go to waste.

They sucked his brains dry, using them as fertilizer!

vomit……

"You actually ate brains..."

Su Qingling gagged; the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup she had just eaten was churning in her stomach.

Zhou Ran paid no attention to the disgusting process and keenly captured the key information.

"So, you inherited his memories and know the solution?"

"It's more than just cracking!"

Bai Xuan jumped onto Zhou Ran's shoulder, lowered his voice, and his tone was full of cunning and seduction.

"Boss, let me tell you, those Soul-Suppressing Nails actually have a forbidden secret technique that comes with them, called the 'Soul-Locking Pact'!"

It made its name by gesturing in the air with its antennae, becoming more and more excited as it spoke.

"As long as you use your own life essence as a guide, along with specific hand seals and incantations, the moment you pull out the nail, you can imprint your unique mark on the essence of the other person's soul!"

"At that time, what will happen to the soul of the Song family patriarch, who has lived for over two hundred years? Will you make him vanish on the spot, or will you make him kneel down and become your watchdog, or even refine him into a weapon spirit...?"

It's all up to you!

Zhou Ran picked up the teacup, his consciousness inadvertently probing into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing Ye Futian curled up in a ball, fast asleep, his faint remnant soul was visible.

This method is brilliant!