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

A wolf-like howl exploded from Zhou Ran's throat.

His left arm suddenly swelled up.

The dark gold totem beneath the skin suddenly lit up.

He used one arm to tightly protect the ghost and the demon in his arms.

Taihuang raised his left arm to the sky, then clenched his five fingers tightly.

Facing the divine sword intent that cleaved down from the sky, he countered with a punch thrown against the void.

The brute force of 100,000 jin completely ignited the overwhelming blood energy of the second level of the Overlord Body.

midair.

The illusory image of Li Chengfeng, which stretched from the sky to the earth, moved accordingly.

The tattered black armor clanged and clattered.

He held the bronze halberd with both hands in reverse.

Slash upwards horizontally!

Click.

The cracking sound instantly pierced through the entire Daowen Mountain.

The supreme sword intent that had been hanging over the Daoist sect shattered inch by inch from the tip of the sword.

The crack quickly tore up to the hilt of the sword.

With a deafening roar, the giant sword disintegrated.

A shower of golden light poured down from the sky.

At the very moment the giant sword disintegrated.

The 499th stone step beneath Zhou Ran's feet, which had carried the Taoist fortune for a thousand years, suddenly shattered.

A large chunk of heavy jade broke off and rolled down the steps.

The insurmountable divine status in the eyes of the world was crushed to pieces by him.

Zhou Ran withdrew his fist, raised his leg, and stepped over the broken bricks and jade scattered on the ground.

I stepped firmly onto the marble plaza outside the main hall.

The mountain wind swirls backward.

The phantom in mid-air disintegrated into a sky full of starlight, all of which returned to his Qilin left bone.

The overwhelming power that had enveloped the mountaintop receded in an instant.

Zhou Ran's chest heaved violently.

Deep wounds that expose bone form scabs rapidly, with large sections falling off.

The foundation of the second level of the Overlord Body is incomparably powerful.

He stood upright in place.

Inside the nine bronze cauldrons of Yu the Great in front, the incense offerings were scattered and broken by the blood and evil energy he had swept up.

The surrounding white cranes fled in panic, no longer daring to approach this restricted area.

In the distance, ten elders of the Celestial Master's Mansion, barely able to stand, stared intently at the young man carrying the tattered flag and withered basin.

Covered in blood and grime, yet his spine remained unbent.

This is exactly the kind of peerless true demon who slaughtered his way from the underworld through the gates of heaven.

The rules and regulations of Longhu Mountain, which have stood for hundreds of years, have been trampled into a mess by the purest violence.

No one in the room dared to step forward and speak to them.

squeak-

The vermilion main hall gate directly in front slowly opened from the inside out.

There were no lights inside the hall.

A clear and gentle voice passed over the bronze cauldron and reached Zhou Ran's ears.

"Fellow Daoist has already knocked on the door of your heart."

"Please take a seat."

Zhou Ran lifted her leg and stepped over the threshold.

Step into the main hall.

There were no gold-plated or painted decorations around it, nor any imposing statues of gods.

This hub of a thousand-year-old Taoist tradition is now so empty that only a single vine-covered cushion remains in the center.

An old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.

His blue Taoist robe was faded from washing, patched upon patched.

A small red clay stove sat in front of him, its flames burning brightly.

The chipped old purple clay teapot was steaming.

There was no sign of cultivation level on the old Taoist priest.

Zhou Ran's purple-gold demonic eyes spun rapidly, but the scene within his vision was completely different.

Within a three-foot radius of the old Taoist priest, not a speck of dust remained.

Once the free-flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth approaches his side, it spontaneously splits away.

His presence here embodies the highest principle of this great hall.

Master Xuyun, the head of Longhu Mountain.

"sit."

Xu Yun did not look up.

Withered fingers held a wooden teaspoon, slowly and methodically tossing and turning the tea leaves.

The voice just fell.

An overturned coarse porcelain teacup on the table suddenly flipped over.

A stream of boiling water shot out from the stove and landed precisely in the cup.

Xu Yun lightly tapped the cup with his finger.

The teacup turned into a blurry afterimage.

A powerful gust of wind, capable of slicing through gold and jade, pierced straight at Zhou Ran's brow.

This is a show of force.

Before the teacup even got close, the Taoist forces had already locked down all thirty-six major acupoints on Zhou Ran's body.

Zhou Ran scoffed coldly.

Without stopping, Taihuang extended his left arm.

With fingers spread, dark gold blood energy swirls in the palm in reverse.

Snapped.

A dull thud.

He gripped the teacup firmly in mid-air with one hand.

The force of its high-speed rotation collided with the super-strong body, and it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Not a drop of boiling water was spilled from the cup.

Zhou Ran looked up.

He opened his mouth and drank the boiling tea in one gulp.

The boiling water entered his throat, transforming into a pure source of vitality that smoothed out the last trace of the hidden injury he had sustained while forcing his way up the stone steps.

"Good tea."

Zhou Ran shook his hand and threw the empty cup back next to the clay stove.

He walked straight to the opposite side of Xuyun and sat down cross-legged on the ground with his big sword and golden horse.

"Young friend, your physique is the best I have ever seen in my life."

Xu Yun put down the teaspoon and raised his eyelids.

His gaze was extremely penetrating, directly dissecting the very foundation of the whole situation.

"Protected by the purple aura of the true dragon vein of Yanjing."

The extremely malevolent and yin-like aura of Asura.

The domineering and incomparably powerful ancient ferocious blood.

There is also the golden light and power of Buddhist vows.

The old celestial master's voice was calm and even.

"Both righteous and wicked, their murderous nature leads to disaster."

For the first time in a thousand years, the threshold of my Longhu Mountain has welcomed such an arrogant guest.

"Master, I didn't come here to listen to Taoist priests chanting scriptures."

Zhou Ran forcefully interrupted the other party's oppressive aura.

He reached into his robes.

He pulled out an ancient-looking token that was jet black and shiny, neither gold nor wood.

He raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the low table between the two of them.

Snapped!

Ancient lightning patterns shimmered on the surface of the token.

The two characters "Celestial Master" are written with bold, powerful strokes.

The elders hiding in the shadows by the palace gate gasped in shock the moment they saw the sign.

A century ago, Longhu Mountain was robbed, and the sect leader's token was lost.

Several generations of celestial masters searched in vain.

Who could have imagined that this treasured artifact, lost for a hundred years, would fall into the hands of this demonic cultivator?

Zhou Ran bent his index finger and tapped it heavily on the table.

"This sign should be returned to its rightful owner."

He untied the cloth bag from his back.

He placed the cracked Yin-gathering banner and the flowerpot filled with dry soil in front of Xu Yun.

"I'll just consider this piece of broken wood as a medical consultation slip that I, Zhou, bought from your Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhou Ran looked directly into the old master's eyes.

"Cure them."

"From now on, Longhu Mountain owes me no favors, and I will not touch your foundation."

They're putting the face of a thousand-year-old tradition directly on the altar as a bargaining chip.

The air pressure inside the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The elders hidden in the shadows all gripped their natal magical artifacts.

Xu Yun stared at the Celestial Master's Decree on the table for a while.

With a wave of his sleeve.

The Celestial Master's Decree on the table has vanished without a trace.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion owes you this debt of karma."

"The person you want to protect, this old Taoist priest will take over."

A single sentence sealed the deal.

The murderous intent that had been brewing all around vanished completely.

If they can retrieve the token without bloodshed, Longhu Mountain will profit from this deal no matter how you look at it.

Xu Yun's gaze shifted to the withered flowerpot.

A gentle blue light emanated from his fingertips.

"This plant spirit only wanted to prolong its master's life by forcibly overdrawing its original essence and degenerating, but its foundation has not been severed."

Living is easy.

The old master's tone shifted.

My gaze lingered on the tear in the Gathering Yin Banner.

He kept shaking his head.

"But this mushroom is easy to save."

This ghost cultivator girl is a difficult case.

Xu Yun's eyes revealed extreme solemnity.

"She has been clinging to life for a thousand years thanks to a single act of good karma."

Now, his soul is shattered and almost completely dissipated.

"To save her, we're missing one key ingredient."

This medicine will likely take the life of your Primordial Overlord Body.