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

The primordial energy split into two spiraling streams of energy, simultaneously penetrating the eight extraordinary meridians of both individuals.

At the point where their backs touched, Zhou Ran's power formed a ruthless closed loop.

One step forward, one step back.

One rise, one fall.

He forcibly pulled at the sacred essence within the two bodies, which had been dormant for billions of years, forcing them to awaken and resonate.

This feeling is indescribable.

Su Qingwu can "see" her sister's heartbeat.

It wasn't just hearing it; it was feeling another rhythm clearly in one's own blood.

Under Zhou Ran's will, the rhythm and his own heartbeat chased and collided with each other, eventually synchronizing.

Each synchronization sent a tingling sensation down their spines, making them shudder.

"The Daoist seal within your bodies is locked with pure Yang Qi. Its purpose is not protection, but imprisonment."

Zhou Ran's thoughts resonated directly within their souls.

"To break through it, you must use energy that is completely opposite to it to collide with it."

"Enduring it would only be a waste of my energy."

His voice was an inviolable decree.

"Release your instincts. The louder you shout, the stronger the resonance, and the faster you break through to the next level."

Su Qingling completely gave up resisting.

Intermittent, rising screams escaped her throat, echoing endlessly in the sealed wine cellar.

Su Qingwu's lips were already bitten until they bled.

Thirty seconds later, she also succumbed, a broken moan squeezed out with difficulty from between her teeth.

First floor.

Qin San lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with a livid face.

The noises coming from under the floorboards grew louder and louder, threatening to overturn the entire villa.

He suffered such serious injuries, and now he has to endure this kind of mental torment.

Is this reasonable?

"……Hold."

Qin San struggled to pull the pillow over and covered his ears tightly.

Useless.

The voice could penetrate all physical barriers and resound directly in his mind.

In the basement, Zhou Ran's output of qi and blood suddenly increased!

"Now!"

Two completely different energies collided violently within the sisters' bodies, tearing apart the first layer of the Daoist seal!

The tidal energy, suppressed for nearly twenty years, erupted like a volcano at this moment!

boom!

A ring of clear water vapor burst forth from the point where the two met, spreading outwards!

The Qi-guiding array patterns on the twelve black iron pillars were instantly lit up, and the spiritual energy in the secret chamber was frantically drained, with the concentration soaring more than tenfold!

Su Qingwu's body suddenly arched up like a fully drawn bow, then abruptly relaxed, and she went limp.

Su Qingling collapsed onto her sister, tears streaming down her face, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

"First floor, accessible."

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand, nearly 30% of the Primordial Qi and Blood in his palm had been consumed.

Su Qingwu gasped for breath, the blindfold ribbon soaked with sweat, clinging to her pale cheeks.

"Ten-minute break."

Zhou Ran's voice came from above, without a trace of pity.

"The second level doubles the power."

Su Qingling's limp body trembled uncontrollably.

"Boss..."

Could you...?

Give it a day…

"The Yangtze River waits for no one."

If you can't reach the third floor within two days, you'll stay in Jiangcheng and guard the house.

"Yes."

......

The backyard of the manor.

Wang Pangzi was covered in sweat as he awkwardly dodged the powerful claw of the silver-armored corpse.

He stumbled and almost fell.

"Again!"

Miao Yingying's clear voice rang out, and the silver bell in her hand swayed gently.

The silver-armored corpse moved without the slightest hesitation, turning around to deliver another heart-piercing claw strike.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The fat man scrambled away, plopped down on the stone bench, and grimaced as he rubbed his lower back.

"Miao girl, could you ask it to hit you a little lighter?"

It seems to hate me a lot.

"The Silver Corpse has no emotions."

"Then why does it keep trying to get into my crotch?"

Miao Yingying's ears turned red, and she quickly lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the red string of the bell.

"possible……

It was a problem with my control.

Fatty Wang didn't notice this detail. He pulled out a bag of braised chicken feet from his pocket and started eating them, asking indistinctly:

"By the way, why didn't your grandpa stay a couple more days?"

I haven't treated him to a nice meal yet.

Grandpa doesn't like cities.

Miao Yingying sat down opposite him, but her gaze drifted towards the direction of Zhou Ran's villa.

He said he felt uncomfortable when Brother Zhou was around.

The fat man stopped chewing on the chicken feet.

He pushed the remaining half bag of braised food over.

"Want some?"

Miao Yingying picked up a piece, took a delicate bite, and frowned slightly.

"salty."

"It's delicious."

"It doesn't taste good."

"Then try a piece of this."

The fat man handed over another piece.

After Miao Yingying finished eating, her brows furrowed even more, but she still reached for the third piece.

The fat man looked at her and chuckled.

The gatekeeper at the manor gate sounded the alarm.

The fat man's smile faded, and Miao Yingying also gripped the silver bell warily.

A hoarse voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"My name is Feng Bancheng, and I work in the Jiangcheng antique trade."

I'd like to ask Mr. Zhou to appraise something; the fee is negotiable.

"I don't know him."

The fat man pressed the intercom button.

"No appointment, another day."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

The voice rang out again, its tone calm, yet its power was irresistible.

"Please pass on a message to Mr. Zhou."

"I dug up something I shouldn't have dug up in Mangshan, Henan Province."

"The aura of that thing has some connection with the Qilin blood flowing in your husband's veins."

The fat man's finger froze in mid-air.

He didn't know what "breath" meant, but he knew that Zhou Ran's left arm was his Achilles' heel!

Besides, how would he know about the Overlord Body inheritance that Brother Ran obtained in the capital?

"You just wait!"

The fat man turned off the intercom and ran wildly towards the basement.

Just as he raised his hand outside the iron door to the basement, a series of suppressed yet loud noises once again emerged from the crack in the door.

The fat man's face twitched.

But he hesitated for only half a second before kicking the door open.

"Ran-ge! Something terrible has happened!"

Someone has come in from outside.

The room was shrouded in mist.

The Su sisters sat back-to-back on the ground, their practice clothes soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to their bodies, panting heavily.

Zhou Ran stood three steps away, arms crossed, his expression calm.

"..."

The fat man glanced at it quickly, then quickly lowered his head again.

Friend's wife, don't deceive.

What's more, Zhou Ran is his godfather!

"Brother Ran, an antique dealer came in and mentioned your Qilin inheritance!"

Zhou Ran's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a hunting light ignited deep within his pupils.

"What's his name?"

"Feng Bancheng".

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Futian, who had been feigning death, let out a soft exclamation.

"Half a city?"

The old devil murmured the surname, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"This surname is not something an ordinary person can use."