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

"Too slow."

Zhou Ran did not move his feet, but simply turned his head to the side.

The bone claws, capable of piercing steel plates, grazed his temples, shaving off a few strands of hair.

Instead of retreating, Zhou Ran advanced, his right hand transforming into a palm to meet the attack.

This palm strike was silent and without any shockwave, yet it firmly imprinted itself on the deformed chest of the Ghost Fang Taoist.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

A powerful and unparalleled inch-force erupted within Ghost Fang Daoist's body.

His massive body was thrown away by the immense force, smashing the supporting pillar behind him and creating a spiderweb-like crack.

Dust fell in rustling sounds.

"roar!"

Ghost Fang Taoist knew nothing of pain. When he landed, he pawed at the ground with his limbs, arched his back high, let out a beastly roar, and sprang forward once again!

This time, the few pale white bone spurs on his back flew off his body!

The six streams of light transformed into six death rays, sealing off all of Zhou Ran's escape routes.

Each one was refined from the leg bones of living people and soaked in corpse poison.

"Turning one's own body into a corpse puppet is quite interesting."

Zhou Ran looked disdainful.

He had lost patience to continue playing.

This kind of low-level evil magic that makes one look neither human nor ghost offended his eyes.

"You like playing with bones?"

"Then I'll show you what it means to slay a soul."

Zhou Ran loosely clenched his fist.

A long, jet-black sword materialized out of thin air, its blade covered in eerie dark red cracks.

Zanpakuto!

As soon as the knife was drawn, the yin energy in the room stopped instantly, as if subjects were prostrating themselves on the ground before their king, not daring to move.

A warning bell rang wildly deep within the soul of the Ghost Fang Taoist!

The knife was clearly not sharpened, yet it sent a piercing pain through his soul, as if it were being cut inch by inch.

"die!"

Suppressing his fear, Guiya Daoren activated his six bone nails, aiming them directly at Zhou Ran's major acupoints.

Zhou Ran flipped his wrist.

The Zanpakuto drew a dark, crescent moon in the air.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

Six crisp sounds, as close as a string of pearls.

The six bone nails, harder than steel, were shattered into pieces upon touching the blade, scattered like rotten wood on the ground.

Ghost Fang Taoist's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Zhou Ran's figure disappeared from his sight.

Before Ghost Fang Daoist could react, Zhou Ran was already standing behind him, his Zanpakuto pointing diagonally at the ground, a drop of black blood dripping from its tip.

"Well……"

Ghost Fang Daoist stood frozen in the center of the hall, his proud Asura Bone Body now looking utterly ridiculous.

A thin red line stretched from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.

"What...what kind of knife is this...?"

He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with utter horror and bewilderment.

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He turned around, and in his left eye, deep within the dark purple depths, a cluster of eerie red lotuses quietly bloomed.

call--

Zhou Ran blew a breath onto the blade.

The dark red crack on the Zanpakuto suddenly lit up, and a cluster of crimson flames appeared out of thin air, following the tiny wound and entering the body of the Ghost Fang Daoist!

Strangely, the flames had no heat and did not burn the tattered Taoist robe on Guiya's body.

But Ghost Fang let out a scream that was a hundred times louder than before, a scream that was not human!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Inferno!

This is the Red Lotus Karmic Fire!

Who exactly are you...?

That's an extreme punishment that directly burns the soul!

The yin energy he had accumulated over decades became the best fuel for this karmic fire.

The screams lasted only three breaths before abruptly ceasing.

The arrogant evil cultivator, who had been so blatant just moments before, silently turned into a pile of grayish-white powder under everyone's watchful eyes.

There was no body, no blood.

A crystal, no bigger than a fingernail and emitting a faint blue light, lay quietly in the ashes.

Another corpse pill.

The essence of Ghost Fang Daoist's cultivation was also Zhou Ran's biggest unexpected gain on this trip.

Zhou Ran bent down, picked up the crystal, and felt a chilling intent emanating from his fingertips.

It seems that cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage all possess some essence within their bodies, more or less.

He put the corpse pill into his thumb ring.

=My gaze passed over the mess on the ground and landed on the limp figure in the corner.

"Young Master Song, now it's our turn to talk."

Song Qingshu huddled in the corner, a dark water stain rapidly spreading across the crotch of his expensive suit trousers.

He's seen it all.

But the man before them didn't belong to any particular situation; he himself was the source of fear that set the rules.

That Ghost Fang Master, revered as a god in the capital...

It was burned to ashes just like that?

"You...you stay away!"

Zhou Ran's footsteps struck his heart with each step, and Song Qingshu's voice was sharp and distorted.

"I am the heir of the Song family in the capital!"

If you dare to touch me, the Song family will not let you off!

My grandfather...

My great-grandfather was a deity! A true deity!

Zhou Ran stopped and sat down on a sofa not far away. He took an apple from the fruit plate and wiped it on his clothes.

"A true deity?"

Zhou Ran took a bite of her apple and looked at Song Qingshu.

"Are you talking about that old monster who's been hiding in a coffin for two hundred years, surviving by sucking the lifeblood of his descendants?"

These words left Song Qingshu's mind blank.

His face showed horror as he stared intently at Zhou Ran.

"you……

How did you know?!

This is the Song family's biggest secret!

It is a taboo that only the head of the family and the heir are qualified to touch!

Zhou Ran swallowed the fruit and slowly began to speak.

"I not only know that he is alive."

"I also know that he's rotten to the core."

"Therefore, he urgently needs a new body."

Ideally, one should have abundant vital energy and a compatible birth chart...

A young body with some cultivation foundation.

With each sentence Zhou Ran spoke, Song Qingshu's face grew paler.

In the end, Song Qingshu collapsed to the ground, his gaze unfocused, only unconsciously muttering to himself.

"So... Father didn't lie to me after all..."

"He said he wanted me to come to Jiangcheng for training, but it turns out... he was just using me as a sacrifice..."

Zhou Ran showed no sympathy whatsoever.

From the moment he first saw Song Qingshu, his demonic eyes saw through everything.

A hidden "soul-capturing nail" has been planted between this kid's eyebrows.

Tiger poison does not eat its seeds.

This patriarch of the Song family truly resorted to any means necessary to survive.

"Now that we've laid our cards on the table..."

Zhou Ran threw the half-eaten apple into the trash can, leaned forward, and locked his purple-eyed gaze onto Song Qingshu.

"Then don't hide it anymore."

"Tell me, what realm is that old monster at now?"

Song Qingshu shuddered.

But when he met Zhou Ran's eyes, he felt as if his soul had been seen through, and all his secrets were clamoring to burst out of his throat.

"The Wuji Sect gave our ancestor a copy of the Blood Scripture, saying that as long as he mastered it, he could break through the shackles of becoming a terrestrial immortal..."

"Our ancestor is now..."

He is now in the late Foundation Establishment stage, but his physical body is decaying, and he can only exert 30% of his strength…

"The purpose of sending Guiya this time is to control Governor Liu and turn Jiangnan Province into the Song family's backyard, in order to prepare for the ancestor's departure from the pass..."

"And...and..."

Song Qingshu's eyes widened in terror, as if he had remembered something even more terrifying.

"Our ancestor set up a 'Thousand Spirit Blood Array' in the capital, which requires 999 people born in yin years, yin months, and yin days to serve as the array's cores..."

"Once the grand formation is complete, he will be able to..."

It can reshape the physical body and grant immortality!

hiss--

Chen Guodong, standing to the side, gasped.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine lives?