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

The night was heavy and silent.

He could sense that Zhou Ran wasn't joking.

What shone in those eyes was a fierceness that overlapped with the depths of his memory.

Between being annihilated and surviving, the old devil had no choice at all.

He opened his illusory maw and reluctantly inhaled into the churning purplish-black mist.

In an instant.

The old demon's soul remained frozen in place.

The extremely rich source of demonic energy flowed through his throat and throughout his entire body.

This feeling...

It's like a hungry ghost who has been wandering in a scorched hell for thousands of years suddenly stumbles upon a pool of icy spring.

The remnant soul, which was on the verge of dissipating, became much clearer under the nourishment of this power, and even its tattered soul clothing showed a sense of texture.

This feeling... I haven't had it in so long.

That was a tonic he tasted in ancient times when he stormed into the Outer Heavens and tore apart demons.

"ha--"

Ye Futian let out a long breath and even let out a satisfying burp.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze, his old face flushed red, and he shouted curses at the top of his lungs into the void:

"Zhou Ran! You bastard!"

How dare you feed this emperor such filthy stuff?

You're deliberately trying to make fun of me!

The old devil cursed fiercely, but his actions betrayed his true intentions, greedily inhaling and exhaling the foul air.

As he cursed Zhou Ran for being ruthless and heartless, a thought popped into his mind:

This kid... he's really willing to spend a lot of money.

They actually used such good things to "offer" to him, a prisoner.

At this moment, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the previously stagnant relationship subtly shifted.

This kid seems to be treating me pretty well...

……

Inside the dungeon.

Master Xuyun stood rooted to the spot, even forgetting to fiddle with the whisk in his hand.

The strange Gu Qi on Zhang Xuansu's body, which even the Taoist magic treasures couldn't pry open, was now swirling and desperately trying to drill into Zhou Ran's body.

Zhou Ran stood by the cold pool, not even lifting his eyelids.

Those deadly poisons that would make even Golden Core cultivators tremble with fear transformed into pure purple-gold energy after passing through his dantian, and obediently sank to the bottom.

Neat and efficient.

As the fog dissipated, the twisted purple veins on Zhang Xuansu's skin quickly subsided, and his originally bloodshot eyes returned to their normal color.

"Where...where am I...?"

Zhang Xuansu's voice was hoarse, and he looked around blankly.

The moment the last trace of evil energy was drawn away.

"collapse!"

The heavy iron chains binding his limbs shattered instantly.

Zhou Ran stepped forward and steadily supported his armpits.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou...?"

Zhang Xuansu came to her senses, her eyes filled with astonishment.

He sensed the condition within his body and was greatly shocked.

Not only did the tormenting restlessness disappear, but even his Dao heart was cleansed and refined, and the bottleneck of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment began to loosen.

Zhang Xuansu regained his senses.

He pushed Zhou Ran's hand away, bent his knees, and was about to kneel down to perform a solemn ceremony.

Zhou Ran grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Alright, stop with the act."

Zhou Ran turned his head to the side, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at Xu Yun not far away.

"I've healed you."

Zhou Ran's voice was so loud that the dust on the top of the dungeon fell down.

"Next, we will arrange the teaching."

We hope that Master Xuyun will keep his word.

"Xuan Su, hold on tight!"

Master Xuyun rushed forward, placed his hand on Zhang Xuansu's back, and sent a gentle stream of internal energy to help him catch his breath.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Ran was no longer one of probing and wariness, but only one of awe.

This incurable disease that baffled the Celestial Master's Mansion was seen by the other party as nothing more than a small appetizer to fill their stomach.

This isn't a matter of cultivation level; it's a matter of fate suppressing one's destiny.

"Young friend Zhou, Longhu Mountain will remember this kindness."

Once you obtain the Dragon Core, the Yin Soul Dragon Tiger Mountain will naturally come to your rescue.

Xu Yun bowed and respectfully gave a Taoist name.

"From now on, as long as you ask, Fellow Daoist, Longhu Mountain will not hesitate."

"No need for formalities."

Zhou Ran responded calmly, "Zhang Xuansu helped me, so it's only right that I save him."

"Prepare all the medicinal herbs you promised and send them over."

He turned around, his voice lowering:

"The Yangtze River is teeming with dragons; I'm determined to get that pill."

How do you plan to cooperate?

"When a religious sect is in the water, it's like a mudfish. When an old dragon emerges from the water, it makes too much noise and can easily damage its foundation."

Xu Yun lowered his head in thought, and showed his sincerity:

"The Celestial Master's Mansion has a treasured item called the 'Heavenly Water Bowl,' which was passed down from the time of Yu the Great."

With it, one can soar through the riverbed, perfectly countering the underwater formations of the Pai Sect.

"become."

Zhou Ran nodded and didn't delay any longer.

A quarter of an hour later, in the main hall.

A yellowed map of the Yangtze River waterways was spread out on the table.

Zhou Ran stretched out his hand, his fingertips tracing the surface of the river, stopping at the port marked by seven cinnabar dots.

That is the lifeblood of the anti-religion movement.

"Killing people is too slow and unseemly."

A ruthless glint appeared in Zhou Ran's eyes.

He took out his phone and dialed Chen Ya's number.

Although it was late at night.

But Chen Ya answered the phone very quickly, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

"I don't need to worry."

Zhou Ran's words were concise and to the point.

"Mobilize the manpower at the Tianjin docks and tell those rich women in Beijing that if they want to save their lives, they should give me money."

"In three days, I will paralyze all the shipping companies under my name."

"I want their ships to be unable to even dock, and I want the entire Pai Church to be unable to afford even rice to cook!"

"Okay, give me two and a half days."

Chen Ya hung it up neatly and cleanly.

Zhou Ran tossed her phone onto the table and looked at Miao Yingying standing to the side.

……

It's thousands of miles away.

In western Hunan, at Heiwuzhai, lies the main altar, piled high with countless white bones.

In the center of the altar, a girl wrapped in black veil suddenly opened her eyes.

"Thump!"

She collapsed without warning, a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood splattering directly onto the bluestone slab.

"Saintess!"

The priest next to him was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

The girl was laughing.

She licked the blood off her lips, her pupils trembling slightly.

Just now, the "child gu" she had personally planted in that Taoist's body was directly crushed and swallowed by an incomprehensible and violent force.

Through the last bit of resonance from the mother Gu, she saw that figure exuding overwhelming malevolent aura.

"Zhou... Ran..."

As Xiaorou uttered those two words, her shoulders trembled, her breathing became rapid as if it were about to break, and a large flush rose on her face.

He's gotten even more amazing...

They weren't this domineering back in Wanyao Valley.

This feeling of being punched in the chest from afar...

so good.