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

At night on Longhu Mountain, the only sound in the wind is the rustling of the pines, and occasionally you can hear the soft sound of dew dripping from the needles and hitting the rocks.

The guesthouse was built against the mountain, and the highest stone room was given to Zhou Ran and his group.

Pushing open the window of the stone chamber reveals a cliff, below which a mountain spring converges into a deep pool. When the moonlight shines in, the pool water appears as a deep, serene turquoise.

Zhou Ran looked around the stone chamber.

Fatty Wang was the most seriously injured, but he recovered the fastest.

The Bone-Building Pill from Longhu Mountain is indeed extraordinary. Thanks to this bone reshaping, the true meaning of the Golden Body Technique within his body has been refined to an even purer level than before.

He was already able to sit up and was wolfing down a bowl of spirit rice porridge.

Miao Yingying sat beside him without saying a word, but silently handed him another large bowl.

"Drink less, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Miao Yingying's voice was very low.

Fatty Wang paused, glanced at her, and put the bowl down.

"Um... Miss Miao, I'm in good health, it's nothing."

He scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Eat something yourself, you're much thinner than me."

Miao Yingying lowered her head and didn't say anything more, but her fingers unconsciously rubbed the blood-soaked cane.

Zhou Ran saw this but remained silent, turning to deal with another matter.

In the adjacent stone chamber, Su Qingling and Su Qingwu lay side by side, having been in a deep sleep since returning from the Yangtze River. Their faces were frighteningly pale, and their breathing was very weak.

Zhou Ran pushed open the door and entered, channeling a wisp of Primordial Qi and Blood into the meridians of the two.

The results of the investigation made his fingertips go cold.

After Su Qingling's core shattered, her dantian was completely empty, and her cultivation level dropped from the mid-Foundation Establishment stage to the Qi Condensation Perfection stage.

Su Qingwu was in a better position; her spirit core was still intact, but her spiritual power was depleted, and her cultivation level had fallen back to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

But what's truly fatal isn't cultivation level, it's one's foundation.

The primordial power of the Tidal Sacred Body is deeply connected to the waters of the Yangtze River.

Having had all their power drained at the bottom of the river, the foundation of their sacred bodies also began to crumble.

It's like a taut string being forcibly stretched loose, and it's constantly leaking out.

If they are not repaired as soon as possible, their Tidal Holy Body will degenerate into an ordinary physique within half a month.

Zhou Ran stared at the pulse readings on the two men's wrists without saying a word.

Repairing the foundation of the sacred body requires the vital energy of pure Yang blood and qi, as well as the guidance of the water-based spiritual energy of the same origin.

There is a sacred spring on the back of Longhu Mountain.

His Primordial Overlord Body had reached the third level of perfection, and his blood and qi were several times purer than before.

This matter must be handled tonight; it cannot be delayed.

The moonlight spread across the mountains.

Zhou Ran chose the spot by the deep pool of the spiritual spring at the foot of the cliff behind the mountain.

The pool is nourished by the earth's veins of Longhu Mountain, so it is rich in water vapor and spiritual energy.

Su Qingling woke up on her own.

She didn't say much. First, she looked at her empty dantian, then looked up at Zhou Ran, and asked only:

"When will it start?"

Su Qingwu was woken up by her younger sister, still somewhat sleepy, and was led to the edge of the pool.

She immediately noticed that Zhou Ran had taken off his shirt, and the black and gold Primordial Scales on his chest and arms gleamed darkly in the moonlight. Her ears burned instantly.

"There's no time."

Zhou Ran's voice was deep.

"The foundation of your sacred bodies is crumbling. If this drags on for another night, you'll be truly ruined."

"Get in the water and take off your clothes."

This command sent a rush of heat through Su Qingwu's body, from the base of her neck to the top of her head.

"you……

What did you say?

Su Qingling only took a moment to process those words, and then silently loosened her belt.

Her coat slipped off her shoulders, and the moonlight outlined a white line on her slender back.

Without any hesitation, she stepped into the pool, where the spring water rose over her calves and waist, eventually reaching her chest.

She looked back at Zhou Ran from the water, her eyes filled with a calm resignation.

Watching her sister's actions, Su Qingwu bit her lip, then took off her outer clothes, leaving only a close-fitting undershirt, and went into the water.

Ripples spread, and the soaked fabric clung to her body, outlining the girl's undulating figure.

Zhou Ran also stepped into the pool. The water was cold, but it couldn't suppress the surging blood and qi in his body.

He stood behind the two sisters and placed his hands directly on their backs.

Both young bodies tensed up at the same time.

"Calm your minds and mobilize your tidal power."

Zhou Ran's voice didn't travel through the air, but resounded directly in their minds.

"Keep up with my pace. If your meridians can't hold up, don't blame me."

Before he finished speaking, his palm surged with blood and qi, and the power, devoid of any warmth, rushed directly into the meridians of the two of them!

"Um!"

Caught off guard, Su Qingwu let out a gasp.

That force was so savage and unreasonable that wherever it went, the tidal spiritual energy in her meridians was forcibly ignited, causing her to arch her back in pain.

Yet, deep within the pain, a strange tingling sensation climbed up the spine.

Su Qingling bit her lower lip hard, digging her nails into her flesh, just to keep herself from groaning.

Zhou Ran ignored their reactions and continued to output qi and blood at a strong and stable frequency.

He wanted to use the most direct method to forcibly "nail" their loose foundation of the Holy Body back in place.

The chilling cold of the spiritual spring and the masculine energy of the primordial wilderness clashed within their bodies.

Each impact caused their meridians to swell and feel like they were about to burst, and also forced those scattered roots of their sacred bodies back into their dantian inch by inch.

This process is very difficult.

Su Qingwu could endure it at first, but by the third round of flushing, the stimulation that shot from her spine to the top of her head made her completely lose control.

A series of suppressed, tearful words slipped uncontrollably from her lips.

Her body went limp, and if it weren't for Zhou Ran's arm supporting her, she would have slipped into the water.

Zhou Ran could feel her body trembling, but he didn't stop; instead, he intensified the flow of his qi and blood.

"not enough."

His voice was devoid of warmth.

"Your strength is too scattered."

Open your senses and feel my power!

As he spoke, his palm slid down their backs, finally stopping at the Mingmen acupoint on their lower backs.

This location is even more crucial, as it leads directly to the dantian (lower abdomen).

The two sisters' spines were taut, and they even forgot to breathe.

"Don't resist!"

Zhou Ran snorted softly.

This time, his energy was no longer being poured in, but rather carrying a strong will.

Like a monarch surveying his territory, he took control of every tidal force within their bodies.

Su Qingling's body was taut and straight.

Her pride and her rationality were shattered by that tyrannical force.

She was like a drowning person who had given up struggling, letting that force take over every corner of her body.

When her last resistance crumbled, she fully opened the source of the Holy Body to Zhou Ran.

The original pain subsided, turning into a warm current that washed over the parched meridians again and again, bringing an almost luxurious comfort.

The water in the pool began to churn, and white steam rose, obscuring the figures of the three people.

I don't know how much time passed.

Zhou Ran withdrew his hand, and the Su sisters leaned against him, exhausted, with only their chests rising and falling.

Su Qingwu recovered first. She leaned against Zhou Ran's firm chest, too weak to even move a finger.

She turned her head to the side, her breath damp with moisture as she spoke:

"next time……

You're making us act as batteries again...

Could you please show us your skills first...?

"At least let us know..."

Are we here to risk our lives or to enjoy ourselves...?

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of coquetry.

Su Qingling was a little slower; she struggled to stand up straight from Zhou Ran's embrace.

Under the moonlight, her wet hair clung to her face, and an unnatural flush appeared on her usually expressionless face.

"Zhou Ran".