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

Half an hour later, Yue Zhao replied.

A silver character appeared on the last page of the military register.

Mingcang leaned over and took a look.

"explain."

One word.

The Moon Emperor accepted it.

When the Moon Emperor's projection descended upon the Sixth Heaven, the temperature in the main hall of the Devouring Heaven Demon Palace dropped by ten degrees.

Silver light poured down from the crack in the dome, condensing into a phantom image in the center of the main hall.

The silhouette was blurry, but the chilling pressure emanating from its very bones was exactly the same as last time.

The difference is that last time she was just passing by and helped out casually.

This time she's here to discuss business.

Zhou Ran remained seated on the throne.

The Great Wilderness Black Blade lay across his knees, while a three-inch white bone pen rested on his right.

His primordial spirit was completely depleted, so he suppressed all his remaining magical power on his face, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

The three empresses ruled over three different regions.

Huanyin was on the left, her dark red dress stained with dust, she hadn't had time to change yet.

Bloodlust sat on the right, his spear planted firmly on the ground, his red eyes fixed intently on the silver phantom.

Jiuyou stood in the darkest corner behind the hall, her black dress blending into the shadows, with only the black lines between her brows shining through.

Qin San and Gu Ji stood guard outside the door.

Mingcang clutched the military register and huddled behind the long table, wishing he could shove himself into a drawer.

The Moon Emperor's illusory figure did not sit down.

She stood in the center of the main hall, her slender figure outlined by the silver light.

"You said you could intercept the progress of the Imperial Court's acceptance inspection for me."

When the Moon Emperor spoke, his tone was as flat as if he were talking about the weather.

"On what grounds?"

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pointed.

In the direction of the dungeon beside the palace, the imperial markings on the three divine envoys were still flashing. Black and gold light shone through the cracks in the wall.

"Imperial markings are internal communication nodes within the imperial son system."

All instructions issued by the Imperial Court, the progress of acceptance, and the final rulings are transmitted synchronously through Imperial Mark.

These three imperial runes have their outer layer of access overwritten by my military register, but the underlying receiving function remains intact.

Zhou Ran opened the military register and displayed the signal waveforms that the Imperial Emblem had received in real time.

Black and gold ripples rose and fell on the paper, each crest corresponding to a fragment of an instruction within the Imperial Court.

"I cannot block the Imperial Court's signals, but I can intercept and translate them."

The Moon Emperor's phantom tilted its head slightly.

His features were obscured by the silver light, but the angle at which he turned his head conveyed a scrutinizing air.

"Is your translation accurate?"

Zhou Ran pushed out the Dark Warehouse.

Ming Cang, clutching the military register, walked shakily to the center of the hall and opened the translation record page of the imperial insignia signal.

"I compared the waveforms of all known commands before and after the Emperor's arrival with the actual actions."

The translation accuracy rate is over 92%.

The remaining eight percent consist of high-level encrypted instructions from within the Imperial Court, which cannot be deciphered.

Routine instructions concerning acceptance progress and preliminary decision-making direction are fully covered.

Mingcang's voice trembled, but his words were clear and logical.

The Moon Emperor remained silent for a few moments.

The silver light subsided slightly.

That was a sign she was calculating; before making a decision, the pressure would instinctively recede.

The Imperial Court's inspection of the Imperial Prince involves checking all of his actions in the Sixth Heaven.

This must include the scene where the Moon Emperor intervened.

The silver spear shattered the coordinate ink on the Emperor's banner; the Imperial Court would not overlook this debt.

The prince has passed the trial; she's next.

Knowing the inspection results in advance would give her time to plan and respond.

What do you want?

The Moon Emperor's tone changed.

It has changed from a condescending scrutiny to a cold, hard transaction based on equality.

Zhou Ran held up three fingers.

"First, open the lunar path so that I can send someone back to Earth."

The Moon Emperor's phantom remained completely still.

The Moon Path is a high-dimensional passage under her control, connecting the Six Heavens with Earth. Opening the Moon Path is tantamount to borrowing a passage.

"for how long?"

"One-way passage, not exceeding 15 minutes. The gate will be closed upon delivery."

The Moon Emperor did not answer immediately.

Zhou Ran raised his second finger.

"Secondly, when the Emperor's son descends again, you must restrain him for at least three breaths."

The bloodthirsty spearhead twitched.

Three breaths is not long, but the Moon Emperor and the Emperor's son are of the same level. The three breaths that she restrained with all her might were enough for Zhou Ran to launch a complete tactical deployment.

"Last time you knocked down the Emperor's flag, you already attracted the attention of the Imperial Court."

The Emperor's son won't bring just a flag next time he comes. If you don't help restrain him, the end of the Moon Path will be overturned, and your passage will be ruined as well.

Zhou Ran was calculating for her.

The Moon Emperor paused for three breaths.

"third."

"Third, destroy the ley line scanning data that I intercepted."

The temperature inside the hall dropped two degrees.

The Moon Emperor's instinctive reaction to emotional fluctuations.

"You know."

The Moon Emperor's tone held no surprise. When the silver consciousness was forced out of her sea of ​​consciousness, it took a fragment with it; she had long anticipated that the information would be leaked.

"This emperor knows more than just that."

Zhou Ran retrieved the data array from the bottom page of the military register.

"I have fully digested it. The direction of every main vein of the six heaven and earth veins, the strength of every node, the defensive blind spots of Nine Nether City, and the load-bearing limit of the Devouring Demon Palace. You have done a thorough job."

The Moon Emperor's phantom moved half a step.

Huan Yin's dark red soul power silently began to circulate. The bloodthirsty spear was three inches off the ground. The deathly aura in the corner of the Nine Netherworld thickened.

The Moon Emperor did not make a move.

She stood still. The silver light regained its balance.

"Article 3, amended."

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow.

"Do not destroy. Share."

The Moon Emperor spoke very slowly.

"What you're worried about is that I'll use the data to curry favor with the Imperial Court. With data sharing, both sides hold the same trump card, so neither can blow the other up."

Zhou Ran stared at the silver phantom.

She's right. If the Moon Emperor really wanted to use the ley line data to harm him, he could have simply used that map to lure the Imperial Son into a second attack; there was no need for him to sit here and talk.

Sharing is safer than destroying. Both sides are holding the same ticking time bomb, and neither dares to throw it first.

"OK."

Zhou Ran extended his right hand.

The Moon Emperor's phantom raised its hand, and a strand of silver light condensed into an extremely fine thread, gently touching Zhou Ran's fingertips.

The deal is done.

As the silk thread retracted, the Moon Emperor added a final sentence.

"Moon Road will open at midnight tomorrow. Your men will depart from the North Gate of Nine Nether City, and I will meet them at the crack in the dome."

The silver light dissipated.

Temperatures are rising.

Ming Cang slumped to the ground, letting out a long breath, having almost dropped the military register.

The butt of the Bloodthirsty Spear struck the ground.

"This woman is easier to talk to than last time."

Huan Yin withdrew her soul power and turned her head to look at Zhou Ran.

"The lunar path is a one-way journey; you need to send someone back to Earth. Who would you send?"

Three pairs of eyes simultaneously fixed on Zhou Ran.

Qin San and Gu Ji poked half their heads in from outside the door.

Everyone thought the answer was Qin San.

In terms of combat strength, loyalty, and adaptability, Qin San is the best choice.

Zhou Ran's gaze swept over everyone in the main hall and landed on the most inconspicuous spot in the corner of the hall.

Xiao Rou sat on the stone stool, holding the patched-up golden gu in her arms.

Seven cracks were densely stitched with gold thread, five wings drooped, and the dark gold light deep within the insect shell flickered.

"Xiao Rou".

Xiao Rou looked up, her eyes wide open.

"Your Gu worms can devour fragments of rules."

Within the core of the formation of the White Pagoda in Jiangcheng, there is also a hidden nail belonging to the Emperor's son.

Zhou Ran's tone was as flat as if he were reciting a military order.

Everyone present could hear the weight of those words.

The Emperor's Son's hidden nail was driven into the core of the White Tower formation, which was equivalent to driving a nail into the heart of Blue Star's defense line.

Although the name erasure order has been suspended, the hidden threat remains, and the Emperor's son can re-lock the coordinates of Blue Star at any time.

"Go and pull out the nails."