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

That's why they have such long lifespans.

It stuck out a section of its stem and tapped against the windshield.

"Li Zhiyao is one of the thorns in this side."

"Her ability to move houses on flat ground was not a deceptive trick."

"Instead, she forcibly dragged the remnant of the underworld she was guarding into the realm of the living."

"Such methods involve the spatial laws that form the foundation of a plane."

It's perfectly normal for a wild cultivator who's become a spirit of plants to not understand this.

Zhou Ran listened to Bai Xuan's explanation.

The chaotic and complex clues in my mind gradually connected one by one.

As his cultivation deepened, he encountered these strange things.

Compared to the commotion the Song family had caused before.

The waters behind it are many times deeper.

No wonder he couldn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations at the Li family mansion last time.

Because it doesn't belong to the dimension of Earth at all.

That was a piece of land in the underworld.

"So, the Black Dragon Society of Japan's formation that drains the yang energy of living people crossed her bottom line?"

Zhou Ran stepped on the gas, and the G-Wagon roared like a wild beast.

She doesn't care about draining a living person's yang energy.

Bai Xuan snorted coldly.

"Those lunatics only care about dead people."

The Black Dragon Society's actions have likely alarmed some ancient monster lurking underground.

When we get there, open those demonic eyes of yours wider.

"I want to see how these fragments of the underworld were sewn into the mortal realm."

Half an hour later.

The G-Wagon was parked in front of that famous wasteland in the western suburbs.

There wasn't a soul in sight here.

All I could see were waist-high withered grass and scattered construction debris.

Not far away, there were several abandoned chemical plant chimneys, like rotten bones stuck in the gray sky.

Zhou Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car.

I stepped on a dead tree branch and it snapped with a crisp cracking sound.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a purple-gold light filled his pupils.

The colors of the entire world faded, leaving only the flow of spiritual energy and the intertwining of causal lines.

He walked around the entire wasteland.

Apart from a few stray cat footprints, nothing was found.

There were no barriers, no folds or wrinkles in the space, and not even the yin energy of wandering ghosts could be found.

Zhou Ran stood in front of the pile of rusty steel bars, rubbing his temples.

The intense operation of the Magic Eye brought on waves of soreness.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

Bai Xuan poked his head out of his pocket.

The little green bean eyes darted around.

"I didn't smell a single pubic hair."

Zhou Ran was too lazy to pay attention to this lousy mushroom.

He took two steps back and stared at the withered grass bending in the wind.

According to memory, the two vermilion lacquered wooden gates of the Li family mansion should have stood here.

There should also be two stone lions guarding the house outside the gate.

At this moment, all that can be seen are mud and dirty plastic bags.

Last time it was by accident.

This time, all their trump cards were revealed, and their demonic eyes were wide open, yet they still couldn't find the entrance.

Li Zhiyao's methods have exceeded the comprehension of the conventional cultivation world.

"Playing tricks."

Zhou Ran drank it coldly.

The muscles in my right arm bulge out in layers.

The black jade unicorn pattern moves wildly under the skin.

I can't find the door.

Then let's smash through this space.

He clenched his right fist.

A gravitational field ten times stronger than normal is rapidly compressed at the knuckles.

The surrounding air was violently pushed out, resulting in a series of loud popping sounds.

The fist is about to slam into the void.

The scene changed abruptly.

There was no spatial fluctuation, and no dizziness whatsoever.

One moment, the soles of their shoes were still on the moss-covered mud.

The next moment, the sensation underfoot changed to a hard, cold bluestone slab.

The extremely compressed gravitational field on the fist collapsed instantly and silently.

The line of sight is not yet aligned.

The strong, pungent smell of decaying earth assaulted my senses.

Zhou Ran lowered his eyes.

Three steps away, the mud churns and swirls.

Five heads were neatly planted in the soil.

The skull was violently blown off.

The cranial cavity was empty; the brain was not visible.

Instead, there were strange plants with jet-black bodies and thorny petals.

Plant roots penetrated deep into the flesh and blood of a living person.

Several heads were still breathing very weakly.

With each breath, the petals open and close, greedily absorbing nutrients.

This is Li Zhiyao's "bonsai".

The enemy who humiliated her back then.

Unable to live, unable to die, they are turned into fertilizer, forever trapped in this place.

"You knock on the door with your fist instead of your hands; you're really rude."

A cool, clear female voice drifted from the left corridor.

Zhou Ran tilted his head.

Li Zhiyao leaned against a red lacquered pillar.

She wore the same pale white cheongsam year after year, with a slender cigarette between her fingers.

The slit in the cheongsam was just right.

Her legs were long and straight, and her waist was so slender it could be encircled by one hand.

The cigarette butt was not crimson; only a ghostly blue flame flickered.

That exquisitely beautiful face was tinged with a sickly languor.

"I wandered around outside for a full half hour."

She exhaled a faint blue smoke ring.

"I thought you were going to use the soles of your feet to plow the wasteland outside the door for me."

Zhou Ran's expression remained unchanged as he stared directly into those lifeless gray eyes.

I have to say, this woman is really good-looking.

She must have been a lady from a prominent family thousands of years ago.

His breath smells a bit bad.

Li Zhiyao flicked the ash from her cigarette:

"Put away those purplish eyes of yours."

My house isn't in the mortal realm; it's no use you going blind looking at it.

Zhou Ran shook his wrist.

He strode over the row of potted human heads, dragged over a bamboo chair, and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"So you're intersex, right?"

Zhou Ran crossed his legs.

"A pretty clever folding space."

Even my Demon Eyes can't see through it.

That's because you want to see it too much.

You will see it after you die.

Li Zhiyao casually extinguished the will-o'-the-wisp cigarette.

She walked slowly to the "bonsai" and took down the copper kettle hanging on the pillar.

The liquid inside the pot was dark red and viscous, with a pungent, fishy smell.

The spout is tilted.

A reddish-black liquid was poured onto the jet-black petals.

The five heads in the mud suddenly trembled.

A mournful sob escaped his throat, and his eyes rolled upwards wildly in excruciating pain, almost bursting from their sockets.

"Sweetie, drink more."

I'm only happy when the flowers are in full bloom.

Li Zhiyao spoke softly, her eyes full of loving kindness.

Bai Xuan huddled in Zhou Ran's pocket, his tiny black eyes on the umbrella lid contracting violently.

This woman is seriously mentally ill.

Not only is the body tormented, but even the soul is being used as nourishment.

"Water the flowers later."

Zhou Ran tapped his fingers on the armrest of the bamboo chair.

"You've been eyeing the energy-draining formation in Dongcheng District for a while now?"

Li Zhiyao put down the copper kettle and took out a white handkerchief to carefully wipe between her fingers.

"Just a remnant of an army."

She casually tossed the handkerchief onto the mud, covering a head that was twitching.

"Song Zhentian has been struggling to survive in the island nation for decades, and all he has to pick up is this little bit of trash."

"Using the lifespans of tens of thousands of living people as firewood, they vainly attempted to burn down the capital's geomantic veins."

"The Song family has been completely wiped out and crushed by me."

Zhou Ran's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"What's the point of that old ghost burning the ley lines?"

"What's the point?"

Li Zhiyao covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

His deathly gray eyes were fixed on Zhou Ran.

"You think that crevice underground is filled only with dragon energy?"

Zhou Ran remained silent, waiting for what would follow.

Li Zhiyao took two steps forward, closing in on Zhou Ran.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

An extremely rich aroma of spices and sandalwood wafts over you.

Li Zhiyao's voice was extremely low, with a hint of morbid excitement.

"Beneath the dragon vein, there is no blessed land at all."

"That was a burial pit for 80,000 violent deaths."

"They weren't burning the dragon vein."

"They are helping 80,000 vengeful ghosts open a door for them to return to the world of the living."

Zhou Ran suddenly crushed the armrest of the bamboo chair.