Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

The night in Shanghai is ablaze with lights.

Jiang Churou hailed a taxi and stopped in front of an upscale residential area.

After paying with her phone, she glanced at the time; it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

She took a deep breath, opened WeChat, scrolled to the profile picture she disliked, and quickly typed: "I've arrived."

My phone is vibrating.

She received a reply on WeChat from her half-sister, Jiang Ran: "You know where my house is. The access code is 86XXXX. You can just come in."

Jiang Churou frowned: "What do you want from me so late?"

You'll see when you get here.

Jiang Churou silently put her phone away.

She glanced at the upscale residential complex in front of her, adjusted the bag on her shoulder, and strode inside.

Jiang Churou only described her older sister and her mother as "insatiable."

Over the years, Jiang Ran and her mother have used threats to extract tens of millions of yuan from her family, but they are still not satisfied and want more.

And this money was paid by Jiang Churou's mother.

Ultimately, the problem stemmed from the father's inability to control his lustful desires, which led to him being taken advantage of.

However, the other party's greed also affected the harmony in Jiang Churou's family.

She didn't want to go through her parents' divorce when she was almost twenty years old.

The other party had also calculated that the father worked in the government and had a promising future.

If this matter were to be exposed, it would certainly give my father's political enemies leverage to attack him, thus ending his illustrious career and making it difficult for him to get promoted again.

Jiang Churou walked into the apartment building with a cold face, went to the sixteenth floor, and entered the password given by the other party.

"The lock is open!"

Pushing open the door, you enter a luxuriously decorated room.

Her gaze swept across the corridor, and she saw her older sister, Jiang Ran.

Even at home, Jiang Ran wore expensive clothes and heavy makeup, giving her the air of a socialite.

"Come in, no need to change your shoes."

Upon seeing Jiang Churou, Jiang Ran suppressed his excitement and tried to keep his voice calm as he invited her in.

Jiang Churou became wary of the other party's enthusiasm.

She glanced into the room, frowned, and said, "Is Auntie not here?"

"My mom went abroad and hasn't come back for two months. She's probably having a great time somewhere."

Jiang Ran's hands trembled. She glanced at Jiang Churou and quickly lowered her head, not wanting the other woman to see the smugness and madness in her eyes.

"I called you here today because I have something I want to talk to you about. Let's go to my bedroom and talk."

Jiang Ran casually opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Jiang Churou followed silently behind.

But as soon as she stepped into the bedroom, she felt a chill run down her spine.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and rows of red candles, each as thick as a baby's arm, burned with a chilling flame.

Against the wall in the bedroom, there is an altar for offerings.

However, the object worshipped above was not a Buddha or a deity, but a strange, eerie black stone statue that resembled a demon.

The entire room was filled with strange talismans, stained with red liquid and hastily drawn with asymmetrical, mysterious symbols.

Jiang Churou clearly sensed a chilling aura emanating from that red color.

That's blood!

A gust of cold wind blew by. It wasn't an illusion, but a real cold wind that sent shivers down Jiang Churou's spine and made her tremble from the depths of her soul.

Upon seeing this eerie house, her instinct was to back away.

But then she was horrified to discover that she could no longer control her body!

It was as if her legs were glued to the floor; her nervous system had completely failed, and no matter what her brain commanded, her body simply couldn't move.

"What...what's going on?!"

Jiang Churou cried out in alarm, her voice somewhat shrill.

"Shut up!"

Jiang Ran shouted sternly.

Immediately

Jiang Churou shut her mouth.

It wasn't that she was particularly obedient, but rather that under Jiang Ran's orders, she was horrified to discover that she couldn't even speak.

"It really works! It really works!"

"The teacher wasn't lying to me after all; it's all true!"

Jiang Ran suddenly became excitedly frenzied.

She walked up to Jiang Churou and circled around her, clicking her tongue in amazement.

"Chu Rou, you are so beautiful, I'm even a little tempted, I wish I could slash your face a few times."

Jiang Ran pulled out a pair of scissors from somewhere and held them up in front of Jiang Churou's pretty face.

Jiang Churou was terrified, her eyes turned red, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She had fantasized countless times about the existence of supernatural powers in the world.

I've fantasized about mastering those mysterious powers and living an extraordinary life.

Nowadays,

She finally saw it; there really were supernatural powers in this world.

However, this power did not belong to her; it was in the hands of her greatest enemy.

Jiang Churou looked at the gleaming scissors in front of her, her heart filled with fear. She was truly afraid that her older sister would completely disfigure her.

She was, after all, just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. She had never experienced anything like this before, so how could she possibly control the fear in her heart?

"Chu Rou, blame yourself for being so foolish as to come here so late at night."

"But I understand that you don't think I would physically harm you."

"After all, my sister just wants money and a good life; she doesn't want to land herself in jail."

"Chu Rou, you probably didn't expect that your older sister possesses such amazing power!"

Jiang Ran was extremely excited.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

She stood in front of Jiang Churou and slapped her several times, making her sister's cheeks red and swollen.

The inability to move her body plunged Jiang Churou into immense fear, causing her to forget the pain on her face.

"Why are you always pampered by your parents since you were little? Why are you the eldest daughter of the Jiang family? Why are you so beautiful and so good at studying!"

"All of this should have belonged to me, it should have belonged to me!"

"If it weren't for you, I would be the one spoiled by my parents, the one who excels in studies, and the one who is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family!"

Jiang Ran vented her resentment, but she didn't dare to shout too loudly, lest the neighbors hear.

She then held up the scissors in front of Jiang Churou's face and said, "But don't worry, I won't smudge your face."

"Your pretty face is still useful to the teacher, so I wouldn't dare to make the teacher angry."

Teacher? Who is her teacher?

Could it be the person who taught her these magical powers?

She said my face was useful.

But what good is a beautiful woman? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

In her extreme fear, Jiang Churou found a sliver of rationality, but this rationality was of no use; it only brought deeper despair.

"Alright, we can't waste any more time. Chu Rou, come with me."

Jiang Ran didn't know how long this mysterious spell could control Jiang Churou, so she didn't dare to delay. With a command, she walked out of the house.

Jiang Churou couldn't control herself, her stiff body following behind her.

This is the sixteenth floor, only two floors away from the top.

They walked up the stairs to the top floor and found that the rooftop door, which should have been locked, was now open.

In extreme fear, Jiang Churou went to the rooftop.

The night wind blew by, making her shiver, like a rootless speck of dust, ready to be blown over at any moment.

then,

Jiang Churou saw a man on the rooftop, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

Upon seeing the other person, Jiang Ran looked both excited and frightened: "Teacher, I've brought the person with me."

The middle-aged man's viscous gaze swept over Jiang Churou from head to toe, and he said approvingly, "Not bad, an extremely Yin body!"

"Your three souls and seven spirits can be extracted by me and refined into a top-tier magic weapon."

"The spiritual energy has only recently recovered, and there are not many rare and precious materials in the world. Other cultivators are unable to refine very good magical artifacts."

"But we hungry ghosts are different. Our magical treasures don't need to be physical objects; a soul like yours is the most suitable."

The middle-aged man's lips curled into a sinister smile: "You're quite beautiful, and still a virgin. Once your soul and spirit are extracted, your body can be sold to those old lechers as a furnace. I imagine it'll fetch a good price."

"After all, besides having an extremely Yin body, you also possess a sword heart!"

"Haha, this is truly a stroke of luck! I've found such a promising talent!"

The middle-aged man's tone was excited, and his eyes were full of greed as he looked at Jiang Churou.

Jiang Churou felt a chill run down her spine.

She was fond of mysterious and enigmatic knowledge, and naturally had read many online novels.

From the middle-aged man's few words, she had already guessed her fate.

The furnace, the three souls and seven spirits, were refined into a magical treasure.

These words almost made Jiang Churou break down.

If one's soul is refined into a so-called magical artifact, one will likely be unable to live or die.

To have one's body used as a furnace is to be violated even after death.

She suffered a complete mental breakdown, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, falling to the ground down her pale cheeks.

She desperately hoped that this was just a dream, a terrible nightmare, and that she would wake up soon.

But the cold wind blowing against her body, along with the malice in Jiang Ran's and her teacher's eyes, shattered Jiang Churou's last hope.

"Teacher, please extract her soul quickly, lest something untoward happens!"

Jiang Ran urged.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "No rush, I've already prepared everything for you. Don't you hate her?"

"I'll teach you how to do it. You'll extract her soul, and then I'll teach you some methods to make human souls feel pain, pain that far surpasses physical pain."

"You can watch her beg for mercy and satisfy your pent-up hatred."

"You are a promising talent, and I will nurture you well."

This is a lie.

Jiang Ran does have a talent for cultivation, but it's quite ordinary and far inferior to Jiang Churou's.

The middle-aged man did this to provoke Jiang Ran into taking action herself, so that her hatred and her personal involvement would temporarily shift the cause and effect onto her.

Even the most powerful cultivator wouldn't realize it was related to him in a short time, giving him enough time to leave.

He has already contacted a smuggler, and they will smuggle the body of the deceased Jiang Churou across the border.

Alas, it's shameful that I, a powerful figure in the Hungry Ghost Path of the Six Paths Demonic Sect, still have to rely on snakes to smuggle myself across the border.

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky.

The Demon Capital was shrouded in an array set up by the Empress, and the various Xia governments also cared a great deal about the Demon Capital, spending a lot of resources to maintain the array's operation.

If I use magic later, the Bureau will definitely find out.

This land of China is gradually transforming into the dynasty of that empress. It is far too dangerous and unsuitable for the people of our demonic sect to live in.

It's better outside of China; you can do whatever you want without anyone interfering!

"Come here, I'll teach you a spell now. Use this on her and you'll be able to extract her soul."

The middle-aged man took out a small wooden cauldron from his pocket and beckoned to Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran rushed over, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, after I kill her, can I use the magic you taught me to kill her mother as well?"

The middle-aged man's eye twitched.

Good heavens, you're truly a promising talent for my demonic path.

I can't bear to leave you here to take the bullet for me.

Unfortunately, his talent was too poor, so he could only be a scapegoat.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "If you do a good job, I'll allow you to kill her mother."

Jiang Churou's eyes widened in horror as she stared at her vicious older sister.

She not only wants to kill herself, but also her mother!

If she could speak, she would definitely curse loudly, wishing her a terrible death.

at this time,

On the rooftop, where no one else was, a voice suddenly rang out: "The Extreme Yin Three Souls Demon Cauldron, so you were going to refine this magic weapon."

The middle-aged man was startled.