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

Xiao Family Manor.

As dawn broke, before the fog in Jiangcheng had completely dissipated, the streets outside the formation had already returned to their bustling activity.

The dramatic events of last night seem as if they never happened.

Inside the main hall in the basement, the atmosphere was completely different from the outside world, as all the core members had been called back by Chen Ya.

Zhou Ran had just come out of the array room, his outer robe still bearing traces of blood that hadn't dried. He intended to check the Emperor's Bone first, and then confirm the coordinates of White Tower Island, but Chen Ya was already waiting at the door and intercepted him.

She was holding a stack of documents, her eyes bloodshot.

"Meeting."

Zhou Ran looked at her: "Now?"

"Now."

"Over on White Pagoda Island..."

"Take stock of things before you go."

Chen Ya slammed the documents on the table.

"You can't just fight and run away, leaving behind a bunch of authority, assets, prisoners, demon soldiers, and underworld documents, and expect us to figure out what to do with them."

Fatty Wang was sitting in a chair, and after just stuffing a bite of a steamed bun, he almost choked.

"Mr. Chen, the way you're talking makes it sound like a boss has caught a salesperson for submitting expense reports without attaching the invoices."

Chen Ya glanced at him:

"When you removed the life-saving nail, you damaged three elevators, two sections of fire hose, and a GG screen in the mall."

Fatty Wang sat up straight on the spot: "I think a post-war review is very necessary."

Zhou Ran smiled and pulled out a chair to sit down.

It's time to reassure them.

"First, combat strength."

"Perfected Nascent Soul Realm".

Upon hearing this, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This level of power would be considered a walking natural disaster on Earth.

Chen Ya continued, "The Great Desolate Black Blade, its authority has been restored."

Although the remnant soul of Ye Futian dissipated, the fighting spirit of the Rift Mountain Camp remained, and it can be regarded as the core of the demon army's military spirit.

The three demon dukes, standing outside the hall, knelt on one knee upon hearing this: "We are willing to obey the Demon Emperor's commands."

Fatty Wang muttered to himself, "This kind of display is definitely more impressive than my monk's staff."

Xiao Rou glanced at him: "Your staff comes with after-sales service."

"That's true."

Chen Ya turned the page: "Second item, the White Bone Pen."

The white bone pen hung beside Zhou Ran, its tip cracked, yet it still caused folds to appear in the surrounding space.

"Right-hand disability rights can be partially redefined."

The downside is the strong backlash; you can't write it carelessly.

Su Qingling asked, "What does 'partial' mean?"

Zhou Ran raised his hand and wrote a character next to an empty teacup on the table.

Full.

Half a cup of water appeared out of thin air in the teacup. The next instant, fine cracks appeared on the cup wall, and a drop of blood seeped from Zhou Ran's fingertip.

He concluded, "Changing small things has a small cost. Changing fate has a large cost."

Fatty Wang clicked his tongue: "Brother, this isn't a magic weapon, it's a loan shark's pen."

Chen Ya said, "Therefore, registration is required for future use."

Zhou Ran frowned slightly: "Do I need to register to use a magic weapon?"

Chen Ya stared at him: "Last time you didn't file a report, you almost made yourself look like a door."

Zhou Ran remained silent for a moment before saying, "Next item."

Lin Qingxue's lips twitched slightly.

She sat at the eye of the formation, her eyes covered by black silk, her brows and eyes closed.

Chen Ya looked at her:

"Thirdly, Lin Qingxue's legal knowledge has been restored to 70%."

It can monitor the gray lines of Jiangcheng and identify the fate of the moon, the remnants of the old gods, and the pollution of the void.

However, prolonged use can cause bleeding.

Zhou Ran looked at Lin Qingxue:

"I'll drive it a maximum of three times a day."

Lin Qingxue said calmly:

"It's not up to you."

Zhou Ran said, "I'll write it down."

The moment the white bone pen moved, Lin Qingxue raised her hand and accurately pressed down on the pen handle:

"If you dare to write it, I dare to tear it up."

Fatty Wang quickly lowered his head to drink water, pretending to be a teapot.

Xu Youwei sat to the side, a broken hairpin still pinning a silver eye to her palm.

She glanced at Lin Qingxue, then at Zhou Ran, but said nothing.

Chen Ya continued:

"Fourthly, Hsu Yu-Wei has grasped the rudimentary form of the right to her left eye."

Xu Youwei raised her hand: "It can only open and close, it can't be used completely yet."

The silver eye in her palm twitched, as if it wanted to speak.

Xu Youwei pressed her fingertips against the broken hairpin.

Silver Eyes immediately shut up.

Her voice was flat:

"But now it's afraid of me."

Qin San hummed in agreement:

"It's more stable than it was three days ago."

Xu Youwei glanced at him: "I'll be more stable."

Chen Ya turned to the next page: "Fifth item, the Heart Imprint of the River of Oblivion."

Archiveable evidence, suppression of old decrees, and core evidence for the new laws of the underworld.

Li Zhiyao connected to the meeting through the Yin-Yang Bone Piece. The background on her end was the Yin Law Well of the Third Hall, and Zhao Tao's crying could be faintly heard.

"To add to that, the Heart Seal of the River of Oblivion has been connected to the Yin Law Well."

The first batch of old cases totals 372, with priority given to the Zhao family line, the Yanluo former subordinate line, and the Shenghui transaction line.

The voice of the Song emperor squeezed in:

"Furthermore, my Third Palace is not your warehouse."

Li Zhiyao said coldly:

"The hole in your chest is letting in the wind, so shut up."

The Song Emperor's side fell silent.

Fatty Wang's expression became more serious:

"Miss Li is really ruthless; she can even make the Ghost King feel sad."

Chen Ya didn't even look at him:

"Sixth item: the incomplete seal of the Grand Commander's order."

The tattered seal on the table glowed faintly.

"Some of the Yin Si's permissions have now been redefined."

Zhou Ran retains the highest authority, Li Zhiyao holds temporary judicial power, and Emperor Song holds partial executive power.

Qin San asked:

"Will the Song emperor rebel?"

Zhou Ran said, "I will think about it."

"Then how do we prevent it?"

"Keep him so busy he won't have time."

Over the phone, Emperor Song sneered, "I can hear you."

Zhou Ran said, "If you hear it, then proceed with the trial."

A slamming sound came from across the table.

No one paid any attention.

Chen Ya opened the last document: "Item Seven, Demon Army."

The three hundred demon soldiers are currently divided into three teams.

One team worked with Fatty Wang to dismantle the remaining nails, another team assisted Qin San in escorting the prisoners from Penglai, and a third team guarded the manor and hospital nodes.

The three demon dukes have already pledged allegiance to the Jiangcheng defense line.

"In other words," Fatty Wang counted on his fingers, "Brother, you fought a battle, and casually opened three companies, a court, and a city management team."

Chen Ya added, "There is also a medical trust plan."

Fatty Wang fell silent, deeply realizing his narrow-mindedness.

Zhou Ran leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table: "White Tower Island."

Chen Ya tapped the projector, and a gray-white island appeared. A black tower stood in the center, its top adorned with imperial bone patterns.

"Coordinates have been locked. However, there are three layers of defense on the outer edge of the island."

"First, the public naval contractor."

"Second, overseas organizations with supernatural abilities."

"Third, the disciples of the Old Gods."

Lin Qingxue raised her head: "There's a fourth one."

All eyes turned to her.

Lin Qingxue pressed her fingertips against the black silk between her eyebrows: "The pattern on the island is neither the Moon Emperor nor the Heavenly Corpse."

"It echoes the imperial bones."

The evidence box on the table was suspended in mid-air, and on the surface of the headless infant skeleton inside, the words "Wait, Trial, Kill" lit up in sequence.

Zhou Ran glanced at it: "Let's not touch it for now."

Chen Ya nodded: "So this time it's not a direct attack on the island."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang didn't react immediately: "Not fighting?"

Zhou Ran uttered two words: "Investigate first."

Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Civilized law enforcement?"

Qin San said coldly, "First, secure the evidence, then confiscate the property."