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

When Lin Qingxue walked out of the bamboo forest, her feet felt a little unsteady.

Her once innocent eyes were now flushed with a lingering redness.

That was the lingering effect of spiritual energy surging within the body.

Xiao Hongli stood outside the woods.

He unconsciously tightened the hem of his clothes.

She stared at Lin Qingxue.

This girl has changed.

She was no longer that little girl who would only hide behind Zhou Ran.

His eyes held a depth as vast as the starry sky.

"Sister Hongli..."

Lin Qingxue's voice was hoarse, carrying a deep-seated satisfaction.

"Brother Zhou... is calling you."

Xiao Hongli pursed her lips.

Step by step, I entered the bamboo forest shrouded in purple mist.

The deeper you go, the lower the temperature gets.

Zhou Ran sat cross-legged on the futon.

A piece of black jade the size of a palm was suspended in his palm.

Xuanyin Jade.

A chilling white mist rose from around the black jade.

A few bamboo leaves drifted down, and as soon as they touched the white mist, they instantly froze into ice crystals, which then shattered on the ground.

This stuff is highly poisonous to ordinary cultivators.

But for someone like Xiao Hongli, it's a great tonic.

"Hold it in your mouth."

Zhou Ran looked up.

Those purple-gold pupils were as cold and indifferent as a deity, devoid of any romantic desire.

"No matter how cold it is, you're not allowed to open your mouth."

Xiao Hongli stared at the black jade that was emitting white smoke.

She stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.

She slightly parted her red lips and put the jade, so cold it could freeze one's soul, into her mouth.

hiss~

A layer of white frost spread wildly down her neck.

Eyebrows and eyelashes instantly froze.

It felt like I had fallen into an ice cave that had stood for millennia.

The blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

"Well……"

Her teeth chattered, and she involuntarily let out a mournful cry.

Zhou Ran showed no mercy whatsoever.

The left hand reached out.

It gripped her slender wrist like iron clamps.

boom!

Within the Qilin Arm, the raging blood and qi surged like a floodgate opened, forcefully rushing into Xiao Hongli's meridians.

That was a demonic fire of extreme strength and yang energy, refined by the Drought Demon's Corpse Pill.

On one side is the extreme cold that freezes the soul, and on the other side is the raging flame that burns the marrow.

Ice and Fire.

Xiao Hongli's originally clear eyes began to glaze over.

Deep within his pupils, a long-suppressed darkness slowly emerged.

The frost on his body melted.

It turned into sweat, soaking my clothes.

That seductive charm buried deep in his bones finally exploded out.

She was no longer the aloof heiress.

At this moment, every glance and gesture of hers exuded a deadly allure.

"Swallow it."

Zhou Ran's voice, like a military order, exploded directly in her mind.

Xiao Hongli stared intently at the man in front of her.

He suddenly straightened up.

He wrapped his arms around Zhou Ran's neck, his throat moving with difficulty.

grunt.

She swallowed the chilling air that was enough to freeze her internal organs.

……

Half an hour later.

Xiao Hongli was helped away by Lin Qingxue.

She was completely limp and didn't have the strength to move a single finger.

Only those eyes were frighteningly bright.

The last one to come in was Chen Ya.

She wasn't wearing her workout clothes.

She was still only wrapped in that wine-red silk bathrobe.

Barefoot, stepping on the cold pebbles, each step was extremely steady.

She walked up to Zhou Ran.

She gazed at the man with eyes as clear as spring water.

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Scared?"

"Afraid?"

Chen Ya chuckled softly.

He hooked the sash around his waist with his fingers.

The silky fabric slid down her mature, voluptuous body and piled up at her feet.

"Zhou Ran, I'm over thirty this year."

She blurted out a sentence out of nowhere.

"It's the perfect age."

Zhou Ran's gaze swept over the undulating curves.

In terms of femininity, she is absolutely unmatched by Xiao Hongli or that girl Lin Qingxue.

"Overripe also means it's about to rot."

Chen Ya's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

"Qingxue has spiritual eyes, and Hongli has a special physique."

They are the chosen ones of heaven.

She pointed to herself.

"What do I have?"

"Money and connections, but in the cultivation world, these things are not even worth as much as waste paper."

"Ten years from now, their appearance will remain unchanged."

And me?

I'll get wrinkles, my skin will sag, and I'll become a haggard old woman who can only do the math for you from behind.

Chen Ya squatted down.

He cupped Zhou Ran's face in his hands.

Their noses almost touched.

"I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of being useless."

Her voice wasn't loud.

But it carried a fierce determination, like someone gritting their teeth and swallowing the bitter pill.

I don't want to be a caged bird.

I need power, the power to stand by your side and fight alongside you to the heavens.

"Even if I am just an ordinary person, I will seize any opportunity that comes my way."

Zhou Ran looked at the fire in her eyes.

Ambition.

That fascinated him even more than her body.

"Your luck is even rarer than their physical constitution."

Zhou Ran wrapped his large arm around her waist, his palm burning hot.

"However, forcing a mortal to undergo marrow cleansing is ten times more painful than being slowly sliced ​​to death."

People really can die.

"Come."

Chen Ya didn't waste any words.

She straddled Zhou Ran's lap with a resolute posture.

"As long as you don't die, train like you're going to die."

Zhou Ran said no more.

The purple-gold demonic eyes suddenly shrank.

He mobilized the most domineering primal demonic energy within his body.

puff!

The demonic energy transformed into countless steel needles as thin as cow hair, forcefully piercing into Chen Ya's pores.

Chen Ya's eyes suddenly bulged out.

His body tensed instantly, and he leaned back.

The surface of her fair and delicate skin was covered with countless tiny blood droplets.

Every inch of muscle is being torn apart and reassembled.

She didn't call out.

Long, slender fingers gripped Zhou Ran's shoulders tightly.

"continue!"

Zhou Ran felt a slight tremor in his heart.

This woman is ruthless.

He pressed down with one hand, and the demonic energy flowed down his spine, no longer being held back.

I don't know how much time passed.

From deep within Chen Ya's dantian came an extremely faint yet crisp cracking sound.

A terrifyingly resilient aura forcefully broke through the soil amidst the ruins.

……

Three days later.

Zhou Ran then emerged from the bamboo forest.

He was shirtless.

The muscle lines are not exaggerated, but they present a crystal-clear, jade-like texture.

The jagged mark of the Qilin bone on his left arm had completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a subtle, flowing golden light beneath the skin.

With the lingering effects of the three women's yin-yang harmony, coupled with the relentless cleansing of demonic energy over three days and nights, the energy was replenished.

Mid-stage of Foundation Building, accomplished.

At this moment, the spiritual liquid in his dantian was thick and viscous, like mercury.

If he were to encounter Li Cangtian again, he was confident that he could blast him into a bloody mist with a single punch.

"Ran-ge!"

"Ran-ge!"

The silence was shattered by a pig-like scream.

Fatty Wang stumbled and ran from the other end of the corridor, his face bruised and swollen like a pig's head.

Zhou Ran frowned.

"Who hit him?"

"Nobody did it, he fell while practicing martial arts..."

Fatty Wang chuckled twice, then his expression turned serious, and he leaned closer to whisper.

"Ran-ge, it's important."

"That bastard Song Ren has woken up."

"That old bastard Wu De is ruthless; he made him suffer for three days straight."

But this guy is incredibly stubborn; he said he wouldn't utter a single word unless he saw you.

If you don't go, he'll commit seppuku.

"Oh?"

Zhou Ran twisted his neck.

He grabbed a shirt and draped it over himself, concealing his terrifying explosive power.

"lead the way."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhou Ran's lips.

"I'll go listen to what last words this Jonin who returned from Japan has to say."

"By the way, ask him if the Song family wants a flip-top or sliding coffin."