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

Zhou Ran's eyelids were half-closed, his gaze fixed on the thin porcelain cup in his hand.

He concealed his aura completely, but the mere sight of him sitting there was an insurmountable peak.

Those noblewomen who usually swaggered around the capital felt a tightness in their chests and had difficulty breathing.

This man is dangerous.

It's also charming.

Compared to the cute little puppies at home who only know how to act cute and charming, the man in front of her was a lurking ferocious beast.

This deadly wildness made the legs of these women, who had been lonely for too long, feel weak.

"Han Hongmei".

Three words came out of Zhou Ran's mouth.

"Body fat percentage is 48%, and visceral fat is seriously excessive."

Your stomach is like a sewer; it stuffs everything into it.

"I have liver fire burning my heart, and the fracture of the third lumbar vertebra on the left side has not yet healed."

On rainy days, you feel like you want to saw your back off.

Clang.

The porcelain cup landed on the rosewood table.

Zhou Ran spread his hands, his gaze fixed on the woman dressed in designer brands.

Your body is completely rotten.

"Unsatisfactory, next one."

Mrs. Han's face turned a deep purple.

The veins on his neck bulged.

She's been a socialite in Beijing for twenty years; everyone respectfully calls her "Sister Han."

When have you ever been treated like this?

"fart!"

Mrs. Han slammed the limited-edition Hermes bag she was holding onto the table.

The finger pointing at Zhou Ran's nose trembled with anger.

I go to Europe every year for a full physical examination!

I have plenty of money!

I'm in excellent health!

"I think you're just a con artist!"

Trying to scam me?

"You didn't even bother to find out who I am!"

Zhou Ran tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table.

thump.

The voice was extremely deep.

Like the morning bell in a temple, it struck directly into Madam Han's heart.

"Whether it's a scam or not, your back will tell you."

The moment the words landed.

Mrs. Han's arrogant expression froze on her face.

Immediately afterwards, his facial features contorted into a grimace.

"Well--!!!"

A scream that sounded inhuman shattered the tranquility of the gym.

Mrs. Han suddenly arched her back.

He gripped his lower back tightly with both hands.

pain.

The pain was excruciating, like having your bones ripped out!

The pain wasn't from a muscle strain, but rather felt like a rusty, dull knife was churning inside her bone marrow.

My back... is broken!

Ah! It's broken!

She was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, her delicate makeup was ruined by cold sweat, and she collapsed onto the carpet in a disheveled state.

The ladies who had been watching the show were so frightened that they retreated one after another.

The entire room fell silent.

Words become law!

This isn't a diagnosis, it's a judge summoning your soul!

Zhou Ran stood up.

He looked down at the trembling mass of fat on the ground.

"When you entered, you took those few steps too quickly to create an aura, which dispersed the last bit of primordial energy you were holding onto."

"Help...help me..."

Mrs. Han grabbed Zhou Ran's trouser leg, clutching this lifeline tightly.

"I'll pay!"

I'll pay whatever it takes!

Please!

Zhou Ran didn't say anything.

Extend your right index finger.

His fingertips did not touch her body, but hovered three inches in the air.

A wisp of extremely fine, pure purple-black demonic energy wafted from his fingertips.

That was the overflow of power from the sealed Qilin Arm.

It is also a miraculous medicine that can transform mortals.

"Two hundred thousand, to buy ten years of your youth."

"Should we go through with this deal?"

"Do!

I'll do it!

I have money!

Mrs. Han cried out, her voice hoarse and broken.

Zhou Ran's fingertips fell.

Swift as a blur.

Puff, puff, puff.

The fingertips were placed on three acupoints on Mrs. Han's back: Dazhui, Mingmen, and Shenshu.

The Demonic Sect's Secret Technique - Withered Trees Come Back to Life.

The domineering demonic energy forcibly tore open her meridians, which had been blocked for decades, and drew in the wisp of dragon vein spiritual energy that had been locked underground, causing it to flow back into her body.

"Well--"

The screams stopped.

Instead, a long, blush-inducing moan was heard.

Mrs. Han stopped trembling.

A surge of scalding heat rushed down my spine.

That feeling was a hundred times more intense than her first love, making her soul tremble.

Then, something truly terrifying happened.

sizzle-

From Madam Han's pores, a large amount of black, greasy grime seeped out; it was the accumulated heat toxins and dead skin from many years.

The stench was unbearable.

But everyone forgot to cover their noses.

They all stared wide-eyed at Madam Han's face.

Her previously puffy and sagging chin visibly tightened.

The thick layer of fat around the waist and abdomen melted and flattened quickly, like butter ironed by high temperature.

Her originally dull, rough skin now had a youthful, rosy glow.

Even the deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were smoothed out by this domineering vitality.

three minutes.

In just three minutes.

The old woman on the ground was gone.

The woman who stood up was a 40-year-old woman who still possessed a charming appearance and had firm skin.

Zhou Ran stopped, sat back in the armchair, and picked up the teacup again.

"Interview passed."

"Membership fee of 200,000, private coaching fee of 10 million."

Cash or card?

Before Mrs. Han could even look in the mirror, Fatty Wang shoved the POS machine right in her face.

"Beep—Card swipe successful!"

Mrs. Han then came to her senses and rushed to the full-length mirror as if her life depended on it.

One second later.

The screams ripped the ceiling off.

"Oh my god!"

Is this me?

Is this me from ten years ago?!

Her hands trembled as she touched her cheeks; the firmness was something hyaluronic acid could never achieve.

This is rebirth!

There was a three-second silence in the lobby.

Then, it exploded completely.

All the women have lost their minds.

Forget about being reserved, forget about status, forget about aristocratic etiquette.

All of that is utter nonsense compared to the concept of "rejuvenation"!

Master Zhou!

Look at me!

I have money!

I'll pay double!

Five hundred thousand!

Meet me first!

Get out of my way!

你知道我老公是谁吗？

Let me go first!

......

These wealthy women, who usually look down on everyone, pushed and shoved each other to grab a spot in line.

Some people even knocked off their diamond-encrusted high heels and rushed forward barefoot.

Fatty Wang stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes practically disappearing from his grin.

Holding a small notebook, he maintained order while muttering to himself.

Don't push!

Everyone gets a share!

This efficiency is incredible; even robbing a bank wouldn't make money this fast!

Zhou Ran sat calmly in the center of the chaos, as steady as a rock.

A purple-gold light swirled in his eyes.

These women only see youth.

Little did they know, Madam Han's body was a poor-quality filter.

The spiritual energy washed over her body, carrying away impurities and leaving her with youth.

However, the purest and most essential wisp of dragon vein energy was intercepted and gathered into Zhou Ran's body through the formation.

This is what Bai Xuan called "human body alchemy".

Don't let this little mushroom spirit's sleazy appearance fool you; it knows a lot.

The mystery of this formation is many times more profound than the Yin-Locking and Yang-Binding Formation that the Wuji Sect set up in the Extraordinary Gym back then!

These women think they are making a purchase.

Little did they know, they were the ultimate "human filters".

"queue."

Two words.

The volume wasn't loud, but it carried the divine pressure of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

The lobby, which had been in complete chaos, immediately fell silent.

All the women stood obediently in a row, like kindergarten children waiting for their teacher to give them red flowers.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pointed to the second position.

She was a woman wearing a dark green cheongsam and covered in jade.

"sit."

The woman sat down timidly, placing her hands neatly on her knees, barely daring to breathe.

"Zhang Cuilan?"

Zhou Ran glanced at the priceless imperial green bracelet on her wrist.

"Yes...yes..."

Mrs. Zhang nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with fervor.

"He's got a fortune at home, but he's mentally ill."

Zhou Ran's words hit the nail on the head, his gaze sharp as a knife.