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

Fatty Wang unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Miao Yingying, who was leaning against the sofa and trembling.

"Girl, have some water to calm your nerves."

Fatty Wang sat down casually next to him.

"What are you doing, a corpse-transporter, getting involved in this feng shui guild in the capital?"

Miao Yingying drank most of the water from the bottle, and her pale face finally regained some color.

She looked up at Zhou Ran coming down from upstairs, her eyes filled with awe and fear.

"Brother Zhou, what kind of martial arts style are you practicing?"

"You can even tear apart a legendary, ancient evil spirit like the Soul-Eating Nightmare with your bare hands?"

Zhou Ran walked to the single sofa and sat down, speaking in a casual tone.

"External skills for strengthening the body and improving health."

His gaze fell on the shrunken cloth bag at Miao Yingying's waist.

"Where is your drought demon silver corpse?"

Hearing this, Miao Yingying's eyes reddened.

"I ran into a tough opponent in Xiangshan a while ago, and Silver Corpse had one of his arms broken."

"Sensing a sinister aura in the capital, I plunged headlong into the Zhao family and was swallowed half by that monster."

She gripped the tattered cloth bag tightly.

That was the Miao people's secret weapon passed down through generations, but now it's just a pile of junk.

Fatty Wang joked from the side.

"Oh, so now I'll have to carry a coffin again?"

Zhou Ran ignored the fat man's comment and went straight to the point.

"Enough with the small talk, have you ever been to Longhu Mountain?"

Miao Yingying was stunned for a moment.

"I've been there."

"But Brother Zhou, if you only want to find those Taoist priests on the outer mountain who chant sutras and collect incense offerings, you only need to buy a ticket."

"But if you're looking for a real Taoist master, then you'll be in trouble."

Miao Yingying leaned forward unconsciously.

"The Longhu Mountain that the secular world sees is just a shield."

"When I was eight years old, I was hiking with my grandfather in Xiangshan. We were caught in a thunderstorm when we passed through the back of Longhu Mountain."

"I saw it with my own eyes, a very wide ripple torn open in mid-air."

"Within the gap, there are celestial mountains and pavilions floating on a sea of ​​clouds!"

"My grandfather said it was a blessed land."

"The real Celestial Master's Mansion is hidden in a spatial crevices, much like a mirage."

"If outsiders don't have a guide from their own sect, they can wander around the back mountain their whole lives and never find a single brick or tile of the sect's gate."

Zhou Ran leaned back, her back pressed against the chair back.

No wonder that old Taoist priest Zhang Xuansu always claimed to stay at home and never leave.

It turns out they were hiding inside the barrier.

The ability to open up spatial rifts is a technique left behind by the Nascent Soul stage masters of Longhu Mountain.

As a Taoist ancestral temple with a history of thousands of years, its heritage is not too meager.

Zhou Ran finalized the plan.

"You lead the way."

Miao Yingying was immediately dumbfounded.

"what?"

"Brother Zhou, that's the territory of the world's leading Taoist sect!"

"We don't even have formal invitations. If we just swagger into the mountains, won't they just use the Five Thunderbolts to strike us out alive?"

Zhou Ran straightened up.

"Split it out?"

"I'd like to see if Zhang Xuansu's thunder magic can break through my skin."

His speech was flat and emotionless.

Yet it exudes an unparalleled domineering aura that is utterly unreasonable.

Miao Yingying swallowed hard.

This man didn't take any Taoist priests in the world seriously at all.

The next morning.

A Gulfstream business jet takes off from Beijing Airport.

Inside the cabin.

Fatty Wang was fast asleep with an eye mask on.

Miao Yingying clutched the shriveled body bag tightly, her palms sweating profusely.

This was the first time she had ever ridden in a private jet in her entire life.

Zhou Ran placed the shamanic banner and the flowerpot containing mushrooms on the chair next to him.

He closed his eyes.

The Qi and blood of the Primordial Overlord Body surged through his limbs and bones with the sound of a great river flowing backward.

Without needing to meditate, his physical body was constantly absorbing and releasing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The plane landed smoothly.

The three then transferred to a pre-prepared heavy-duty off-road vehicle and drove straight to the Longhushan area.

As the car entered the Ying Mountain area, darkness completely enveloped the sky.

The mountain road is lined with dense bamboo forests that block out the sky.

squeak--

The driver slammed on the brakes.

The large off-road vehicle tires left two thick, dark tracks on the asphalt road.

"Boss, something's blocking the way."

The driver, still shaken, quickly turned around to report.

Directly in front of the headlights.

A century-old pine tree, requiring two people to encircle it, stands straight across the middle of the road.

The cut on the tree trunk was clean and smooth, clearly the result of a single, extremely fast cut with a sharp knife.

Zhou Ran opened the car door.

Make sure your feet are firmly planted on the ground.

The night wind rustled through the valley, causing the bamboo groves on both sides to whisper.

Five men dressed in gray cloth robes walked out from the shadows of the bamboo forest.

The leader was blind in his left eye, and his right hand was kneading two iron walnuts.

The one-eyed man's gaze went straight past Zhou Ran and fixed on Miao Yingying inside the car.

"You Miao girl, you're quite agile, fleeing all the way from the south to here."

Miao Yingying turned ashen-faced when she saw the person who had arrived.

"They're the ones who oppose the teachings!"

"Brother Zhou, they were the ones who injured my Silver Corpse in Xiangshan the other day!"

Arrangement of teaching.

They make a living through unorthodox means in the Yangtze River system year-round.

Their methods are extremely insidious. On the surface, they are a water transport gang, but in reality, they specialize in murder and robbery.

The one-eyed man squeezed the iron walnut in his hand, making a loud cracking sound.

"Kid, this is none of your business."

"Hand over that girl and the drought demon on her, and I'll let you pass."

Zhou Ran twisted his neck.

"You're blocking my way, and you want me to get lost?"

He took a step forward.

Upon seeing this, the one-eyed man's eyes turned cold, and he immediately raised his hand and pressed down hard.

The four men behind him simultaneously drew their broad-backed short knives from their waists and pounced on him like hungry wolves hunting their prey.

Their footwork was cunning, and their positions subtly corresponded to the key points of the water system formation.

Four gleaming white blades slashed towards Zhou Ran's neck, heart, and kidneys.

Zhou Ran saw all of this.

The cultivation level of this group of people must be at least at the late stage of Qi Condensation.

Moreover, their positioning is ingenious, allowing them to mobilize the body's Qi and blood to the maximum extent.

Let's say we encourage everyone to use 30% more of their abilities.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he was able to defeat Miao Yingying's Foundation Establishment stage silver-armored corpse.

They waited until the blade of the first knife was almost touching the dough.

He casually reached out his left hand.

Interlock your index and middle fingers.

He gripped the wide-backed short sword, forged from high-quality steel, tightly.

Rotate your wrist.

Ding--

The specially made stainless steel blade broke in two on the spot.

Zhou Ran raised his leg and planted a heavy kick in the man's chest.

There were no other fancy tricks.

Before the man could utter a single note, he was propelled backward about ten meters.

It broke three thick bamboo poles in succession.

Finally, it softened into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.

His sternum had completely collapsed, and his heart had long since been shredded into mincemeat by that domineering internal force.

The remaining three people stopped in their tracks upon seeing this, their eyes wide open as if they had been staring at a bell.

How can they kick someone more than ten meters away from inside their formation?

What kind of brute force is this?

The one-eyed dragon's face suddenly changed, and the iron walnut in his palm could no longer be held, falling to the ground with a clatter.

"This is a tricky idea! Form a defensive formation!"

Zhou Ran had no interest in watching them put on those poses.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

The hard asphalt road caused him to step into a half-meter-wide crater, and fine cracks quickly tore and extended outwards from the sole of his foot.

Zhou Ran crashed into the three-person formation.

The Primordial Overlord Body began to operate.

One punch, one kill.

The dull thuds of dented flesh and breaking bones echoed continuously in the night.

In less than half a minute, the four skilled fighters that Pai Jiao was so proud of were all lying paralyzed in pools of blood.

He died.

Zhou Ran paced and stopped in front of the one-eyed man.

Looking down from above, they surveyed this trembling, unorthodox path.

"Move the tree away."

The one-eyed dragon's left leg was abruptly broken by Zhou Ran's overflowing energy. He endured the excruciating pain, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Do you...do you even know what our choir is planning?!"

"That drought demon is something the main stronghold specifically requested, for the 'Dragon Palace Dragon's Journey' at the bottom of the Yangtze River next month!"

"You dare ruin the boss's plans!"