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

Chapter 48 The History of Yin-Yang Spiritual Beings

Arrive at the garage.

Chen Ya pointed to a row of Rolls-Royces:

"Tiangong-1 is no longer habitable."

Yesterday I had Lao Zhang bring all the cars from the garage. Want to pick one?

"Too high-profile."

Zhou Ran shook his head, his gaze falling on a dark blue Panamera in the corner, covered in a bit of dust. "That's it."

Chen Ya was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "You have a sharp eye."

This car was specially modified by me a few years ago. It's bulletproof all over, and even the chassis can withstand C4 explosives. The power system has also been heavily modified.

It looks a bit old, but that's what you call playing dumb to fool others.

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The Jiangcheng Hotel, a landmark building in the city, was bustling with activity today.

The huge revolving door was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) cars are everywhere, and you can occasionally spot a few Porsches.

Today is the 10th anniversary celebration of the History Department and a reunion of alumni. It's supposed to be a chance to reconnect, but in reality, it's a stage for fame and fortune.

At the entrance, two men were standing there to greet guests.

One of them was Old Wang, the counselor from back then, who was now offering a cigarette to a fat guy driving a Mercedes-Benz G-Class with a big smile on his face.

The other was the squad leader, Zhao Gang, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair slicked back and shiny, and the green Submariner on his wrist was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Gang was a distant cousin of Zhao Shijiang, but their family backgrounds were very different, so he ended up following Zhao Tao.

But that kid didn't treat him like an uncle at all; instead, he bossed him around. Over time, the relationship between the two families became even more distant.

"Is that General Manager Li?"

"Oh my, you've gotten quite plump in the last few years! Looks like your business is doing pretty well!"

Zhao Gang greeted everyone loudly, as if afraid that no one would hear him.

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Turning his head, Zhao Gang saw a boy riding a shared bicycle, and his expression immediately turned cold; he didn't even look at him directly.

"Hey, Xiao Liu's here. You're really environmentally conscious."

This blatant discrimination left many students who weren't doing so well feeling embarrassed.

"Is Zhou Ran almost here?"

Old Wang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Soon, I heard that kid's hooked up with a rich woman?"

Zhao Gang sneered, thinking to himself: Today's situation is like setting up a funeral hall for him.

Just then, a deep engine roar came from afar.

A dark blue Panamera slowly drove into the parking area.

Although the car body was a bit dusty, and even looked like it was from over a decade ago, the license plate number was still there.

The sign "Jiang A·00006" instantly silenced the noisy entrance.

This license plate is so valuable that money can't buy it; it symbolizes absolute power.

The car door opened.

A long, slender leg stepped forward, and then Zhou Ran's sharply defined face came into view.

"Zhou...Zhou Ran?"

Someone recognized him and exclaimed in surprise.

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhao Gang was the first to react.

A flicker of jealousy flashed in his eyes. He strode forward, his voice rising an exaggerated eight octaves:

"Hey! Isn't this our department's most handsome guy, Zhou Ran?"

"What, did you drive a rich woman's car to show off?"

Upon hearing this, the previously amazed gazes instantly turned into mockery.

"I knew it! I heard he's a trainer at a gym, how could he afford a car like that?"

"He probably stole the car keys while the rich woman was taking a shower and slipped out."

Seeing everyone agree, Zhao Gang became even more smug and pointed at Zhou Ran's nose.

"Zhou Ran, we all know each other well, why are you acting like a big shot?"

You used to make a living based on your looks, but now...

Oh, I heard you make a living with your "special skills"?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and malicious speculations fermented in the air.

Zhou Ran remained indifferent, as if the group of people in front of him were nothing more than wild dogs barking on the roadside.

That's normal.

Everyone was perfectly fine being poor.

But suddenly one of them, thanks to his excellent modeling skills, rose to prominence overnight.

Not only are they doing well, but they also have an irreplaceable level of success. Who wouldn't be angry about that?

He walked straight through the crowd and locked his gaze on a figure in a corner of the hotel lobby.

She sat quietly on the sofa in the corner, like an old book forgotten by the world.

A loose, dark gray sweater with faded cuffs, and long black hair casually tied back with a simple rubber band.

A pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses covered most of her face, obscuring her stunningly beautiful features.

She hid her striking good looks very well.

She held a thick ancient book in her hands, seemingly out of place in the noisy world around her.

Although she was also a stunning beauty, her charm was completely different from Chen Ya's and Xiao Hongli's aloofness.

However, in Zhou Ran's perception, this girl was emanating an extremely special spiritual energy fluctuation.

It was cold and gloomy, yet surprisingly pure.

The moment Zhou Ran activated his rudimentary Demon Eye, the girl seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

Behind the thick lenses, the pupils were not the usual black, but rather an eerie grayish-white.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhou Ran's pupils contracted slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

Zhao Gang was left standing there, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

This kind of ignoring hurts him even more than if he were slapped.

"Zhou Ran! Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

Zhao Gang roared and tried to chase after them, but Old Wang pulled him back.

Old Wang shook his head, as if to say, "Don't bother arguing with a dead man."

Originally, there were no plans to hold a student gathering for the 10th anniversary celebration.

But he couldn't afford to offend the Song family in the capital.

He had some influence at the school, so he persuaded the school leaders to organize this meeting.

in the corner.

When Zhou Ran stood in front of the girl, she visibly flinched, looking like a frightened quail, as if she wanted to bury her head in her book.

"Lin Qingxue?"

The girl shuddered, and the book in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

The cover prominently displays the title: "The Book of Burial".

Zhou Ran picked up the book first, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and then his gaze fell on her face.

Have you been feeling like someone is breathing in your ear at night lately?

"Did you feel suffocated while sleeping, and wake up with bruises on your body?"

Lin Qingxue suddenly looked up, her grayish-white pupils contracting sharply, her face filled with shock:

"How...how did you know?"

She was the most beautiful girl in the history department back then, and also a well-known bookworm. After graduation, she stayed on to teach at the university and became the youngest teaching assistant in archaeology.

But no one knew that she had lived in endless fear since she could remember.

Because her eyes can see things that don't belong to this world.

"I not only know."

Zhou Ran leaned down and whispered in her ear,

"I also know that your eyes can see ghosts!"

A naturally gifted being with both Yin and Yang spiritual abilities.

In the world of cultivation, this is a top-grade furnace, and also a natural compass for exploring all Yin and Sha forbidden lands.

With her as a guide, the so-called port ruins were like entering an empty field.

Zhou Ran had already labeled her as "personal property" in his mind.

People with this constitution can absorb the yang energy of heaven and earth and transform it into pure yin energy.

She is born as a vessel of yin energy, attracting countless wandering ghosts to feed on her, but this also attracts even more malevolent beings who covet her body.

Moreover, they are born with the ability to communicate between Yin and Yang and to see through all illusions and delusion.

Therefore, the more yin and cold energy there is, the more wandering ghosts will come to absorb it.

Over time, a delicate balance is achieved, preventing the accumulation of cold energy from causing illness, as happened to Xiao Hongli.

Therefore, she can not only see ghosts, but also see scheming, vengeful spirits fighting against the ghosts protecting her.

The bruises on her body were marks left by the relentless battles between spirits day and night.

To break this state, either a highly accomplished master must draw a talisman to suppress it.

Either stay by the side of someone more powerful than all the evil spirits.

"You...can you help me?"

Lin Qingxue seemed to have grasped at a straw, her voice urgent.

She had truly had enough of nearly thirty years of torment.

"certainly."

Zhou Ran handed the book back to her.