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

Underground wine cellar.

This place was originally kept at a constant temperature and humidity, and it housed hundreds of bottles of Romanée-Conti.

Now, the air is filled with the smell of blood.

Song Ren was pierced through the collarbone by two thick iron hooks, leaving him hanging in mid-air.

In less than four days, he had been tortured beyond recognition by Wu De.

A knife was stuck in one eye socket, and the other eye was bloodshot as he stared intently at the fat man sitting in the armchair.

Wu De held a pair of nail clippers and blew on a shaving of nail.

"Sir, why are you glaring at me?"

Don't look at me like that, it's creepy.

Wu De pulled out a thorn and grinned.

"This is just the beginning, don't rush to speak!"

"I haven't even used any of the skinning techniques I learned in southern Xinjiang yet."

Song Ren spat out a mouthful of bloody water with teeth showing.

"Baka!"

"When the Ancestor emerges from seclusion... you'll be dead, dead!"

Wu De chuckled and was about to reply.

With a loud clang.

The heavy explosion-proof door opened.

Zhou Ran walked in slowly, his hands behind his back.

The white shirt was very clean, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing strong forearms.

Leather shoes stepped on the waterlogged ground.

pat.

pat.

The sound was crisp and clear.

Song Ren's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu De quickly stopped smiling and offered the armchair to Wu De with a fawning expression.

"Boss."

Zhou Ran nodded slightly and walked up to Song Ren.

"Song Ren".

I heard you're some kind of Jonin?

Is that all the backbone you have?

Song Ren shuddered, then let out a strange laugh.

Zhou Ran!

Don't get cocky!

You think you've won in Jiangcheng? Dream on!

He was laughing and panting at the same time.

"The Black Dragon Society's Onmyoji have arrived!"

Those who know what's good for them will kneel down; perhaps I can do that in front of the colonel…”

Zhou Ran was immediately laughed at.

I thought he had come to his senses and was going to confess.

Unexpectedly, they were using the power of the island nation to intimidate me.

How could Zhou Ran let him have his way?

He didn't wait for Song Ren to finish his nonsense.

Raise your hand, your five fingers forming a claw.

Bang!

He placed his palm directly on Song Ren's forehead.

A pair of demonic eyes, flickering unpredictably, met Song Ren's single eye in an instant.

One of the abilities of the Demon Eye is to see through illusions!

Song Ren let out a miserable scream.

He felt an overwhelming force surging towards him.

He was as insignificant as a small fish in the mouth of a whale.

His body trembled violently, his eyes rolled upwards, leaving only large areas of white in his eyes.

The demonic energy invaded the brain, rummaging through those fragmented memories.

Fragments of memory flashed by.

It happened quickly and chaotically.

The old Song family residence in Beijing is located 100 meters underground.

A dry well, covered with talismans.

A gaunt old man lay on the well's edge, inhaling air from the bottom of the well.

Golden energy was rising from the bottom of the well; it was dragon energy.

The patriarch of the Song family, Song Wuji.

The screen jumps again.

A Japanese-style room.

Several cherry blossom people dressed in hunting robes are surrounding an ancient map.

Their fingers were pressed firmly on the two red dots.

One is the capital city.

One is Jiangcheng.

Sever the dragon veins, sever the nation's destiny.

With Wuhan as our eyes and Beijing as our lock.

This creates a deadly situation for both dragons.

It drained the nation's century-long prosperity.

It will help the island nation's fortunes soar.

Zhou Ran suddenly opened his eyes.

His purplish-gold pupils contracted.

His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

What a family the Song family is!

What a Black Dragon Society!

This is hardly a business war.

This is clearly treason.

To save their ancestor's lifespan, they let a wolf into the house.

We have to hand over the feng shui dragon vein to someone else.

Zhou Ran released his grip.

Song Ren's body went limp, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

The price of seeing through illusions and understanding cause and effect is too high.

At this moment, Song Ren had drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were unfocused.

Apart from the instinctive convulsions, he was no different from a corpse.

Zhou Ran wiped his hands with disgust and casually called out.

"Bai Xuan".

A mushroom spirit the size of a palm popped out of the shirt pocket.

The two mycelia were excitedly rubbing together.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Ran pointed to the mud on the ground.

"Although this physical body is ruined, it still has the foundation of the Foundation Establishment stage."

Here you go.

Let's use it as fertilizer.

Zhou Ran was actually quite tempted by this body.

If one were to circulate the Yin-Yang Technique and directly refine his cultivation, it would at least loosen the bottleneck in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

However, after weighing the options, Zhou Ran decided to reward Bai Xiaosan.

If one day I can completely eliminate the hidden danger of Ye Futian...

That left him even more lost in his cultivation journey.

Bai Xuan, who calls himself "the number one doctoral supervisor in Laoshan," knows a lot and is the best choice.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xuan's eyes gleamed with greed.

Alright!

Thank you for the generous gift, Boss!

The flesh of such traitors is only fit to be used as nourishment for me!

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xuan's erection, which had grown from the size of a palm, became more than a meter tall.

Countless white mycelia burst forth instantly.

Like a cocoon, it instantly swallowed Song Ren.

Zhou Ran then turned around, pushed open the door, and went out.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Song family.

Black Dragon Society.

This game has gone a bit too far.

Now, for Zhou Ran, destroying the Song family is more than just revenge.

It even involves the fate of the nation!

He would not allow the diverse cultivation system to be replaced by Sakura Martial Arts!

However, there was one more thing to do before going to the capital.

Zhou Ran took out his phone.

"Chen Ya".

"exist."

"Call Hongli and Qingxue to the rooftop sunroom."

"We'll increase the intensity in an hour."

The rooftop sunroom of the Xiao Family Manor.

The vision is very good.

It offers a panoramic view of the city.

Three women stood side by side.

Chen Ya was wearing a black suit and had her arms crossed over her chest.

Xiao Hongli changed into sportswear, her ponytail was tied high, and her eyes were stubborn.

Lin Qingxue was the quietest, clutching the jade pendant Zhou Ran had given her tightly in her hand.

"I'm going to the capital."

Zhou Ran broke the silence.

"This trip is to kill, and it's also to risk your life."

The power behind the Song family is not simple; it is far beyond what the Wuji Sect can match.

Jiangcheng was just an appetizer; Beijing was the real battlefield.

Chen Ya was the first to speak.

"I'll go too."

"no."

Zhou Ran refused very decisively.

Chen Ya stepped forward.

The high heels clicked and clacked on the wooden floor.

She looked directly at Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran.

I can handle business matters.

I can make money too.

But I noticed it a few times too.

She pointed to the workers clearing the rubble outside the window.

The world has changed.

Having money alone is useless.

Money can't buy life, nor can it buy dignity.

At least in their eyes, it's nothing.

Chen Ya bit her red lips, her voice trembling slightly.

"I don't want to have to wait for you to save me every time something happens."

I don't want to be a burden to you, or a bargaining chip for others to threaten you.

These words struck like a hammer blow.

It broke down the defenses of the other two women.

They also expressed what was on their minds.

"Brother Zhou, I'll go too."

I've had enough of that feeling of only being able to watch surveillance footage.

I want to help you too.

Lin Qingxue raised her head.

Fire burned in those heterochromatic eyes.

Zhou Ran looked at them.

None of these three women are easy to deal with.

Their pride wouldn't allow them to become a burden.

Want to become stronger?

Row.

Then you'll have to endure hardship.

When Zhou Ran talked about enduring hardship, he meant it literally.

However, this kind of suffering is not something that ordinary people can endure.

The three women exchanged a glance.

"dare!"

Zhou Ran snapped his fingers.

"Bai Xuan, get out here."

The mushroom spirit rolled in into the chest pocket, burping contentedly.

The milky-white stems were noticeably thicker.

Especially the cap, which has accumulated a thick layer of veil at this time.

It continuously emitted fluctuations of spiritual energy.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

I've only eaten about 70% full...

Zhou Ran pointed to the three empty cups on the table.

"Squeeze out some of your original spores."

Bai Xuan's face instantly turned green.

There's no such thing as a free lunch!

This madman was definitely up to no good.

"What?!

boss!

Boss, are you crazy?

You're trying to kill me!

That's my origin, accumulated over thousands of years!

"Do you think I'm discussing this with you?"

Without saying a word, Zhou Ran pinched its belly and poured it into the milk.