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

"I can't be a vase."

Chen Ya's voice was hoarse, filled with a resolute determination that disregarded everything.

"I will prove that I can keep up with you."

Chen Ya always had a strong, competitive spirit, which pleased Zhou Ran.

He placed his other hand on Chen Ya's shoulder while forcefully activating the Yin-Yang Technique.

At that moment, the temperature in the room soared.

With the infusion of the primordial energy and blood, Xiao Hongli's body was almost bursting.

She trembled all over, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The bottleneck that had troubled her for so long shattered under Zhou Ran's domineering impact.

boom!

Xiao Hongli's aura surged, directly reaching the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Lin Qingxue, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but walk over as well.

She looked at the two people who were pushing themselves to their limits, feeling no jealousy, only the fear of being left behind.

"Zhou Ran, I want one too."

Zhou Ran looked up and glanced at her.

"Have you figured it out?"

Lin Qingxue didn't say anything, but simply reached out and pulled open her clothes.

Her goal is very clear now.

Survive, or become strong enough to stand beside him.

"From now on, Su Qingwu and Su Qingling will be your younger sisters."

While maintaining his control over Xiao Hongli, Zhou Ran casually remarked.

His tone was as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"They're already waiting downstairs. If you don't want to be overshadowed by these two newcomers, you'd better get to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment within this month."

Chen Ya raised her head, her red lips slightly parted.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, and the sense of crisis she felt was almost burning her up.

She knew that the Su sisters were top-tier Tidal Saint Bodies, with talents far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Once you enter this villa, it's a brutal competition.

"Don't worry, they have no chance of beating me."

Chen Ya's voice was firm.

She abruptly raised her head, meeting Zhou Ran's gaze head-on, her eyes filled with a wild, animalistic longing.

"Again!"

Don't stop!

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhou Ran's lips.

He exerted force with both hands simultaneously, frantically channeling energy into his body.

The atmosphere in the room was chaotic.

This is his harem.

It was also his arena.

He would never stop this almost predatory "teaching" until these women were thoroughly honed to their limits.

"Since you've been working so hard..."

Zhou Ran suddenly stood up, picked up Chen Ya, and threw her onto the bed.

"Then don't sleep."

Late at night, suppressed yet wild breathing could be heard inside the villa.

Everyone is working incredibly hard.

It wasn't for love.

Rather, it was for that unattainable qualification to follow him into a higher realm.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Jiangcheng flickered.

Zhou Ran stood by the bed, gazing into the distance.

Mangshan Ancient Tombs.

And then there's the unsolved mystery of the underworld.

His journey has only just begun.

These women are merely the most solid foundation stones on his vast chessboard.

He doesn't need the weak.

All he needs is a group of madmen who can follow him to shatter the void and gamble with the rules of heaven and earth.

"come on."

Zhou Ran sat down, looking at the three women who were desperately squeezing out their potential with indifferent eyes.

"Xiao Rou is already in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. If you can't even beat a dog."

"Then, I'll really only be good for decoration."

Chen Ya gritted her teeth, sweat streaming down her face.

She felt the energy ball that Zhou Ran had forcibly stuffed into her dantian was churning violently.

The pain was so intense that she felt like she was suffocating.

But she did not beg for mercy.

She gripped Zhou Ran's clothes tightly, forcibly pulling the violent spiritual energy into her own meridians.

I can't beat you...

I can't beat Xiaorou...

Then go die.

She told herself in her heart.

Zhou Ran looked at them, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

This is what he wants.

Crazy, obsessive, and willing to do anything to catch up with himself.

Only in this way can they truly protect their rear.

Only in this way, when he embarks on that lonely boat to the underworld, can these women stand behind him, supporting his business empire.

It will never be like that night when the harem of Fu Tian was thrown into chaos.

"Faster!"

Zhou Ran snorted softly.

The primordial energy within him transformed into countless golden threads, surging into the bodies of the three like a tide.

This teaching session was destined to be a sleepless night.

Su Qingwu and Su Qingling were still waiting downstairs.

Soon, they too will join this bloody feast.

This is not just a physical entanglement.

This is the rule of the strong over the weak.

This is the only political maneuvering that can bring him pleasure in this crumbling world.

His journey is not yet over.

These three people are just the beginning.

He needs to be stronger; he needs all the rules of this world to grovel at his feet.

"Break through to the next level, everyone!"

Zhou Ran's voice was like thunder.

He exerted his strength again.

The energy fluctuations within the villa reached a boiling point.

"The Wang family of Beijing took the lead and joined forces with the overseas 'Shenghui Consortium'."

They used 300 times leverage to maliciously short our pharmaceutical and shipping companies.

Thirteen establishments in Jiangcheng were vandalized, and more than sixty of Qin San's men were injured.

Chen Ya handed over a chart of short-selling data, tapping on it with her fingertip.

"They're having a celebration banquet on the top floor of the Jiangcheng International Trade Building, preparing to issue a notice tomorrow morning to take over our business."

Zhou Ran glanced at the data chart.

The numbers above would be enough to make any worldly tycoon jump off a building ten times over.

"Let's go to the China World Trade Center."

Zhou Ran spoke.

Half an hour later, at the banquet hall on the top floor of the China World Trade Center.

The melodious strains of classical symphony flowed through the air.

The celebrities who had defected from Jiangcheng and the young masters from Beijing clinked glasses and exchanged toasts.

The door was kicked open violently with a loud bang.

The two solid wood doors, along with their frames, flew out and smashed the huge crystal chandelier in the center of the banquet hall.

Glass shards fell like a torrential rain.

Zhou Ran walked in, one hand in his pocket, stepping over the broken glass scattered on the floor.

Behind them followed Fatty Wang and Chen Ya, as well as the meek and obedient Xiao Rou.

"Zhou...Zhou Ran?"

Didn't you drown yourself in the river?

"You're not dead?!"

At the main table, Wang Teng, the eldest son of the Wang family in Beijing, had a drastic change in expression, and smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground.

Why should I die?

Zhou Ran walked directly to the projector at the very front of the banquet hall.

Chen Ya quickly connected the device. The next second, a screenshot of an overseas Swiss bank account popped up on the big screen.

The string of zeros in the balance blinded everyone.

"Malicious short selling? Leveraged money chains?"

Zhou Ran tapped the table; the sound wasn't loud, but it drowned out the gasps from the crowd.

"Chen Ya, throw 100 billion into the stock market."

They wiped out all their short positions.

"I'll bankrupt the Wang family within ten minutes."

Wang Teng has gone mad:

You dare!

I have a martial arts grandmaster protecting me…”

Before he could finish speaking, the old man beside him, whose body was brimming with the energy of a dragon, was just about to make his move.

boom!

Fatty Wang took a step forward, and the Golden Body Technique shone brightly.

"What exactly is a Grandmaster?"

He swung his arm, which was thicker than his thigh, in a semi-circle.

a slap.

The renowned martial arts master, along with his protective inner energy, was slammed into the marble wall, turning into a shapeless mass of flesh.

The spiderweb-like cracks on the walls spread across half of the banquet hall.

The smell of blood instantly overpowered the rich aroma of the red wine.