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

Zhou Ran introspected on himself.

After the left arm was reconstructed, the domineering physique named "Primordial Overlord Body" began to show its power.

As the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones interlocked, Li Chengfeng's inherited knowledge and the Qilin's original blood and energy were completely fused into one.

Based on the explosive power of this physical body alone, it has long surpassed the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.

Even if it encounters the protective aura of a Golden Core cultivator head-on, it can still pierce through it with its bare hands.

Explore deeper into the dantian.

The dark golden "Earth Vein Dragon Essence" was being suppressed layer by layer by the restrictions he had set up.

This will be excellent fuel for future breakthroughs and core formation.

When one's cultivation stagnates, this item can be used to propel one to new heights.

Zhou Ran gathered his released qi and blood and paced to the corner of the room.

Inside the specially made flowerpot, the cap of the white umbrella mushroom was shriveled and withered, its original glossy sheen completely gone.

Li Zhiyao, lying on the sofa, had her soul body faded to a semi-transparent state and was on the verge of disintegration.

"The night betrays the heavens."

Zhou Ran lowered his consciousness, striking directly at the center of the Soul-Suppressing Array.

"How can I save my life?"

At the bottom of his sea of ​​consciousness, the old demon, pierced by the Soul-Suppressing Nail, dared not delay for even a moment.

"This female ghost's soul was damaged, and that little spirit drained her of the essence of plants, so worldly medicines are of no use at all."

"Only by finding an extremely yin substance to nourish the remnant soul, and then combining it with rare and precious materials to rejuvenate it, can its life be extended."

Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Xuansu.

These two words immediately popped into Zhou Ran's mind.

As the undisputed leader of Taoism in the Chinese cultivation world, Longhu Mountain has weathered a thousand years of trials and tribulations, possessing an astonishingly rich collection of treasures, which must contain the right divine objects for any ailment.

Moreover, Zhang Tianshi is knowledgeable about many secrets and has the means to connect with "reincarnated beings".

I recalled that day in the Song family's treasury, when I also received a token from Longhu Mountain.

Looks like I'll have to make the trip.

Zhou Ran took out his phone, intending to book a flight.

There was a rapid knocking at the door.

Fatty Wang, carrying a black banner, smashed open the solid wood door and barged into the house.

"Ran-ge, something's wrong on the ground floor!"

He pointed his finger straight out the window.

"Is the sky falling down?"

Zhou Ran picked up the cool tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"The sky didn't fall, but someone did smash their head."

Fatty Wang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Do you still remember Zhao Qianyao who came to cause trouble a couple of days ago?"

The old bastard is kneeling on the steps of our main entrance.

"His head was covered in red and white marks from the bruises, and the floor tiles were even dented from the impact."

Zhou Ran placed the teacup on the table.

Fatty Wang blurted out the truth in a very fast voice.

"That old man cried and shouted that black blood was gushing out of the Zhao family's ancestral graves, and that in recent nights, members of the Zhao family had been sleepwalking and possessed by evil spirits."

"We spent a lot of money to hire several well-known experts in the underworld, but they were all wiped out."

"A family that sells out its country for personal gain should be executed en masse; that would be in accordance with the will of Heaven."

Zhou Ran took a step and walked outside.

"Fatty, take me to the airport, I have an emergency."

Zhou Ran took the black banner and nurtured Li Zhiyao's yin body within it.

Fatty Wang stood by the door frame without moving.

"Just leave him hanging?"

"I don't have that kind of free time."

The main entrance to the extraordinary gym.

The midday sun hangs high in the sky.

Zhao Qian's forehead was covered with mud and dark red bloodstains.

He knelt on the bottom of the steps, his forehead bulging, blood dripping from the exposed flesh and running down his nose.

The socialites and wealthy women of Beijing who stopped on the street whispered among themselves.

The once arrogant and domineering eldest son of the Zhao family has now been reduced to a stray dog.

The glass doors popped open to both sides.

Zhou Ran stepped over the threshold, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and toward the SUV parked by the roadside.

Zhao Qian crawled forward using both hands and feet, and desperately grabbed Zhou Ran's ankle.

"Master Zhou! Please spare my life!"

He wailed at the top of his lungs, his face covered in a mixture of tears, blood, and mud.

The Zhao family has suffered a great calamity!

My biological sons have all gone mad; they're scratching their flesh raw with their fingernails!

Zhou Ran raised his knee and kicked him away.

"The extermination of the entire Zhao family has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Qian is on the verge of madness.

He had witnessed the way this killing god acted; money was no different from waste paper in the face of his overwhelming force.

"Master Zhou!"

I brought a generous gift!

Zhao Qian's hands trembled as he reached into the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a blood-stained cloth bag.

He haphazardly pulled apart the seams of the fabric.

In the center lay a black, palm-sized object.

"This was forcibly pried off the remains of my eldest son!"

"The expert who died inside left a message before his death, saying it was the remains of an ancient ferocious beast!"

Zhou Ran turned her gaze away.

The purple-gold demonic eyes swirled spontaneously.

It was a hard, keratinous scale with an intricately patterned surface and a dark red color.

From the perspective of the Demon Eyes, which can see through illusions, the scales are exhaling a pungent and malevolent aura.

The point at which this wisp of energy was captured.

The "Primordial Origin" deep within Zhou Ran's left arm trembled violently, conveying an extremely hungry and devouring desire.

They are energies from the same source.

Zhou Ran loosened his grip on the doorknob.

Just then, Ye Futian transmitted his voice through divine sense.

"The scales that fell off the 'Soul Eater Nightmare'."

"This ancient ferocious creature feeds on the earth's vein energy and the souls of living beings."

In my opinion, it is most likely that the previous collapse of the earth's veins released it from underground.

If you can harness the energy core of its mother body for your own use, your threshold for becoming a powerful warrior will undoubtedly rise even higher.

The resources for spiritual practice are delivered to your door.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran closed the car door.

He had just received the inheritance of body cultivation and was worried about not having enough rare and precious materials to improve himself.

He pondered for a moment before speaking softly.

"Ten billion."

"It was used as money to save the lives of the remaining members of the Zhao family."

Without any hesitation, Zhao Qian slammed his forehead hard against the bluestone pavement.

"Sign and transfer the payment immediately!"

"As long as Master Zhou can suppress this evil deed, half of the Zhao family's empire will be yours!"

For Zhou Ran, a sum of tens of billions is nothing more than wealth on paper.

But he wanted to use this move to drain the Zhao family dry.

Cut off the Black Dragon Society's funding channels in Beijing, severing their escape route.

"lead the way."

Half an hour later.

The SUV was parked outside a detached luxury house on the Second Ring Road in Beijing.

It was midday and the sun was blazing.

Above this sprawling mansion, however, lingered a thick, gray-yellow haze.

Even the light from the sky could not penetrate it.

Zhou Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

Others might not notice, but it didn't escape Zhou Ran's eyes.

"Damn, it's so hot!"

Fatty Wang seemed reluctant to part with the car's air conditioning.

Zhou Ran glanced at him but didn't say anything.

This kid is already incredibly lucky to have mastered the skills of the Immovable King.

We really can't count on him.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Qian stood outside the wrought iron fence, his legs trembling, and he dared not step into the threshold.

Zhou Ran, too lazy to dawdle, kicked the half-closed iron gate with his leg.

The courtyard was in ruins.

The expensive ornamental trees in the flower beds were withered and dehydrated, the viewing pond was murky and smelly, and all the koi carp were floating on the surface with their white bellies up.

A muffled thud.

The thick mahogany door leading to the main hall shattered from the inside out.

Sharp splinters mixed with drops of blood sprayed out in a fan shape.

A figure, unable to stop its momentum, was thrown backward from the depths of the hall.

His back slammed hard against the carved stone pillar beside Zhou Ran, and he fell onto the bluestone slab.

She was a young girl.

Her cheeks were covered in blood.

Zhou Ran glanced at it.

Isn't this Miao Yingying, the girl who loves playing with corpses?

I did indeed meet him once at the Zhenhun Temple.

Miao Yingying turned her head away and vomited a large mouthful of dark, stagnant blood.

The peach wood sword that had fallen to the side was broken into three pieces, and the bronze bell for transporting corpses hanging on the belt was completely crushed.

Deep within the hall, a chilling current surged outwards as if a floodgate had been opened.

Zhou Ran looked up.

In the shadow cast by the door frame, a clump of transparent, gelatinous substance was crawling outwards along the floor tiles.

It is enormous, about the size of an off-road vehicle.

Dozens of distorted human face outlines kept being pushed outwards from the surface of the gel-like substance.

All the faces gaped open, and a dry, harsh hiss came from deep in their throats.

This is the "Soul-Eating Nightmare".

This ancient monster feeds solely on the souls and spirits of living beings. Ordinary martial arts techniques and spells are like throwing mud into the sea when they hit it.

Miao Yingying supported herself with one hand, barely managing to prop up half of her body.

His gaze was fixed on Zhou Ran, who was a few steps away, his eyes filled with horror.

"It's Brother Zhou..."

"Don't worry about me, just go..."

"This damned thing doesn't accept talismans or spells; it even ate half of my drought demon silver corpse..."

Zhou Ran's demonic eyes darted around, and he was shocked to discover that it was a lump of fleshy, gelatinous substance.

The gelatinous substance split off from its edges, producing a dozen or so transparent tentacles as thick as a thigh, which then pierced straight down into Zhou Ran's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive.

Zhou Ran stood firmly on the bluestone slabs, without moving an inch.

Below the left sleeve, the dark gold totem of the Primordial Overlord Body suddenly glowed.