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

The temperature inside the sunroom dropped to freezing.

Chen Ya had just completed her marrow cleansing, and her whole person had changed, radiating a vibrant vitality.

Zhou Ran didn't give her much time to adjust, and turned his gaze to Xiao Hongli, who was standing to the side.

This woman is usually the most arrogant.

But after witnessing Chen Ya's almost self-harming madness, her peach blossom eyes were filled with unease.

"It's your turn."

Zhou Ran flipped open the thumb ring in his hand.

A flash of dark light appeared.

A tattered little flag, about the size of a palm and completely black, appeared in his palm.

The flag was covered with distorted human faces, and one could vaguely hear the wails of several wronged souls in one's ear.

A strong, pungent stench and a putrid, malevolent aura exploded in the air.

"Hongli, your constitution is yin, and too much yang energy is actually not good."

"This Yin-Gathering Banner was originally the Wuji Sect's signature evil artifact, but now it's yours."

Zhou Ran had already used the "Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra" to deliver all the troublemakers inside.

What's stored inside now are mostly small fish and shrimp.

He was not afraid of the Soul Banner devouring its master.

Zhou Ran tossed it casually.

The Yin-Gathering Banner spun in the air, stirring up gusts of cold wind, and fell straight towards Xiao Hongli.

Xiao Hongli instinctively reached out and caught it.

The instant my fingertips touched the flagpole, a piercing chill crept through my fingers and into my soul.

"what!"

She screamed, her wrist trembling violently.

"This thing is crying!"

"Those are your future servants."

Zhou Ran then tossed out a yellowed, thread-bound ancient book with the words "Mysterious Yin Technique" written on the cover, exuding a chilling aura of death.

"A girl... practicing this?"

Do you want me to dig up someone's ancestral graves?

Xiao Hongli wanted to throw away that ghost flag.

This was a far cry from the image of a fairy in flowing white robes, flying on a sword, that she had imagined.

Zhou Ran looked at her calmly.

"In the cultivation world, good looks are the most useless decoration."

"A few days ago, when Song Ren was targeting you, he didn't think you were pretty."

He took a step forward.

The oppressive aura unique to the Demon Emperor crashed down.

"Don't forget, I am now the head of the Xiao family."

"You don't have to practice."

I will send someone to the most chaotic mining area in Africa.

"And by the way, burn all those hundreds of limited-edition bags and custom-made dresses in your villa."

Xiao Hongli froze, her body rooted to the spot.

Her handbags are her life, and her beauty is her weapon.

"don't want."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes slightly red, and gripped the Yin-gathering Banner tightly.

"Blood is dripped to acknowledge the master."

Zhou Ran's voice was not to be questioned.

Xiao Hongli closed her eyes, hardened her heart, bit her tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the flag.

hum!

The originally menacing Yin-gathering Banner instantly quieted down, and black mist surrounded Xiao Hongli.

At that moment, a ghostly green flame flickered deep within her alluring eyes.

Her original air of a young lady from a wealthy family has completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a chillingly alluring ghostly charm.

"Qingxue, it's your turn."

Zhou Ran turned to look at the most demure Lin Qingxue.

The girl was currently clutching the amulet Zhou Ran had given her, her innocent face filled with a look of unwavering resolve.

"I'm not afraid of pain. As long as I can help Brother Zhou, I'll practice anything."

"You don't need to practice those external martial arts."

Zhou Ran walked up to her and gently stroked her eyelids with his slender fingers.

"You have the Eyes of Truth, that's a gift from heaven."

"But you're too soft-hearted."

Lin Qingxue was stunned.

"So what should I do?"

"Look me in the eyes."

Lin Qingxue raised her head and met his gaze into those purplish-gold pupils.

boom!

My mind went blank for a moment.

The surrounding sunrooms disappeared, and Chen Ya and Xiao Hongli disappeared as well.

She found herself standing on a dark red wasteland.

A blood moon hung in the sky.

Beneath my feet lay layers upon layers of white bones.

"Sister...save me..."

A weak voice came from below.

Lin Qingxue looked down and her pupils trembled violently.

It's Xiao Qi.

The soul that was shattered by Song Ren's blade while protecting her.

At this moment, Xiao Qi was being pierced through the body by countless black chains, letting out mournful howls.

"Little Seven!"

Lin Qingxue rushed over like a madwoman, only to find that her hand had passed right through Xiao Qi's body.

"It's no use, he's already dead."

Zhou Ran's voice rang out from all directions, carrying an absolute coldness.

"This is just an illusion, and it is also the deepest pain in your heart."

"If all you've learned is to cry, then Xiao Qi died in vain."

"Open your eyes and see clearly where your enemy is!"

The illusion suddenly changed.

Song Ren and Li Cangtian's faces, those ferocious laughs surged forth.

Lin Qingxue knelt amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

"I hate...I hate them..."

Her voice changed from a sob to a low roar.

At this moment, the spiritual energy within his body went out of control and surged entirely towards his eyes.

His once clear eyes turned a deathly gray at this moment.

Two beams of gray death light shot out from her pupils, piercing through all the illusions before her.

Nirvana Dharma Eyes.

Everything has a death line; once locked onto by these eyes, one can discern the point between life and death.

"Huff... huff..."

Lin Qingxue returned to reality, leaning weakly against Zhou Ran's chest.

Her breath was still faint, but her eyes had changed.

It was a kind of indifference that disregarded life and death.

"very good."

Zhou Ran nodded in satisfaction.

The three delicate flowers beside him, nourished by blood and demonic energy, finally grew deadly barbs.

Just then, the heavy wooden door of the sunroom was pushed open.

Fatty Wang swaggered in.

He was clearly still recovering from the beatings he had received over the past few days, his face bearing bruises.

But when he saw his three sisters-in-law who looked completely different, his mouth dropped open.

"Ran-ge... I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"Is President Chen becoming a young lady?"

Why does Miss Xiao have such a ghostly aura?

And Qingxue's eyes...

It sent chills down my spine!

The fat man wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

Ran is so awesome!

They really are omnipotent!

"You've come at the perfect time."

Zhou Ran walked to the table and picked up a completely black bank card with his fingers.

"There's a billion in this card."

The fat man's eyes lit up, and he was about to reach out to take it when Zhou Ran withdrew his hand.

"You go to the capital first and lead the way for me."

"The capital...the capital city?"

"That's the Song family's stronghold. If I go there now, wouldn't I be walking into the lion's den?"

The fat man shrank his neck.

He was very self-aware. He could be a tough guy in Jiangcheng, but in a place like Beijing where there were many powerful figures, he was just a big punching bag.

"We're going to make you, this sheep, frolic right under the tiger's nose."

Zhou Ran slapped the black card onto the fat man's chest.

"I want you to rent an entire building in the most bustling CBD area of ​​Beijing and open the largest and most extraordinary gym."

"The renovations must be the most expensive, the equipment must be the best, and the fitness coaches must be of celebrity quality."

The minimum membership fee is 100,000, no bargaining.

The fat man was dumbfounded.

"Brother Ran, is this price... insane?"

Who's coming?

"Those men won't come, but those lonely rich women will."

Zhou Ran's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"The first place where the winds of change blow in the capital is not the business world."

Instead, they are the beauty salons and private clubs of wealthy women.

"I want you to use the gym as a cover to turn all the families of the powerful men in the capital into our members."

"I want to document every single business deal that the prominent families in Beijing have ever made."

Every woman I've slept with, if I wanted to know, would have her on my desk within half an hour.