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

"fool."

Zhou Ran raised her hand and gently wiped away the tear stains and dust from Lin Qingxue's cheeks with her fingertips, her movements delicate and careful.

"I'm here, even the King of Hell would have to kowtow to me."

Lin Qingxue could no longer hold back and buried her face in Zhou Ran's chest.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, greedily inhaling the comforting scent that gave her peace of mind.

At this time, she was neither a being with spiritual powers nor a favored daughter of heaven.

She was just a girl who had narrowly escaped death, searching for her only safe haven.

"Cough...cough cough..."

An untimely cough interrupted the tender moment between the two.

"Um... Brother Ran,"

sister in law……

I know I'm superfluous...

"But I, Fatty..."

It seems like I'm really about to kick the bucket...

Not far away, under a cement pillar, Fatty Wang lay sprawled on the ground, his entire face swollen into a purple pig's head.

He had broken so many bones that it was hard to tell; his appearance was both pitiful and comical.

Lin Qingxue's cheeks flushed red, her body stiffened, and she hurriedly stepped back from Zhou Ran's embrace, frantically straightening her disheveled clothes.

Zhou Ran chuckled and walked over to the fat man.

Looking at this brother who usually joked around but was truly willing to risk his life in crucial moments, Zhou Ran's eyes softened considerably.

He crouched down and placed his palm on the fat man's sunken chest.

"Hold on."

A stream of pure true energy, mixed with the energy just refined from Mo Yunhai's body, was transferred into Fatty Wang's body.

The "Immovable King Golden Body Technique" operates on its own, guiding this power.

"hiss--!"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Brother! My dear brother!

"You're trying to murder me!"

The fat man let out a mournful howl.

"Shut up."

Zhou Ran spoke in a low, steady voice, with a commanding tone.

"You've turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise this time."

"The 'Immovable King Golden Body Technique' emphasizes the principle of destruction before construction."

"Your useless fat was scattered by the ghost general; we'll use that external force to rebuild your golden body!"

After he finished speaking, a series of cracking sounds came from inside Fatty Wang's body!

The broken bones were forcibly tempered under the pull of true qi!

The damaged internal organs are enveloped by a warm and nourishing force and are rapidly healing.

Even more remarkably, a layer of golden light flowed beneath his skin.

The Golden Body Technique has truly been mastered!

Ten minutes later.

Zhou Ran withdrew her hand, her originally rosy complexion turning pale.

Using his original true energy to reshape the bones and meridians of others was extremely taxing for him, a "pseudo-Foundation Establishment" cultivator.

Holy crap!

Fatty Wang sprang to his feet with a somersault, stretching his muscles and feeling an unprecedented surge of power within him.

"Amazing!"

I feel like I could kill a bull with one punch!

"Brother Ran, do I look like a martial arts master now?!"

"You're still a long way from being a master."

Zhou Ran's lips curled up.

"But in Jiangcheng, no one dares to ask you to move your car anymore."

He suppressed his smile and his expression became serious.

"Thanks to you all this time."

If the two hadn't fought desperately to delay the process, allowing the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade map to fully connect with the earth's veins in Jiangcheng, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He felt a lingering fear.

It's still too weak.

If he hadn't taken the risk and forcibly broken through the realm with the old demon's power, he might be the one lying here today.

"By the way, Ran-ge, that old bastard..."

The fat man glanced at the pile of shattered, dried-up corpses in the distance and shuddered.

"You...drained him completely?"

Zhou Ran nodded in agreement.

"This is demonic magic."

He turned to look at Lin Qingxue, his eyes searching.

He feared she would be intimidated by this sinister power.

Lin Qingxue simply shook her head.

She stepped forward and grasped Zhou Ran's hand tightly.

I don't care if you're a demon or a fairy.

All I know is that you are Zhou Ran.

"To deal with that kind of beast, we should use methods even more cruel than his."

Zhou Ran felt a warmth in her heart.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

But this warmth, instead, served as a wake-up call for him.

When he searched Mo Yunhai's soul, he glimpsed a deeper conspiracy.

The sect leader of Wuji Sect possesses unfathomable cultivation and spends most of his time in seclusion.

The Song family patriarch is plotting a blood sacrifice formation with the sect leader that could overturn the entire Jiangnan region!

"We must truly reach the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible!"

Zhou Ran's fist clenched quietly at his side.

Just then, the ear-piercing roar of an engine came from afar.

More than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans roared into the ruins, kicking up clouds of dust.

The car doors opened simultaneously, and dozens of burly men in black filed out, swiftly sealing off the scene.

Master Qin staggered off the lead car, this underworld tycoon of Jiangcheng was pale and covered in cold sweat.

When he saw that Zhou Ran was safe and sound, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Zhou!"

"Your subordinate...your subordinate is late!"

Qin Sanye rushed to Zhou Ran, his knees buckling as he was about to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

The black fog that blotted out the sky and the ghostly wails that echoed through half the city were like the end of the world!

Zhou Ran raised his hand and gently supported him, preventing him from kneeling.

"Clean this place up."

Zhou Ran pointed to the pile of human-shaped fragments of Mo Yunhai.

"They claimed that the new district was under development and the film crew was shooting a war movie, so the explosion scenes were a bit too loud."

"Also, those unfinished buildings collapsed quite well just now, saving us a lot of money on demolition."

Qin Sanye looked in the direction he was pointing, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

War movie?

This looks like a battle between gods and demons!

But he dared not utter a single word of doubt and bowed in response.

"Understood! I'll arrange it right away!"

As for the media, I will report to Governor Liu and guarantee that tomorrow's news will be full of positive reports praising the efficiency of the new district's development!

"besides."

Zhou Ran's tone turned cold.

"Everything I saw and heard today, if anyone's mouth lets anything slip..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou!"

Qin Sanye felt a chill run down his neck and patted his chest to assure him.

"The people I brought today are all my trusted brothers; their mouths are tighter than coffin lids!"

"Anyone who dares to utter a single word will be buried alive by me, Qin San, without you even lifting a finger!"

Zhou Ran nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around and took Lin Qingxue's hand.

"Let's go home."

Just two words brought tears to Lin Qingxue's eyes.

She nodded vigorously, pressing herself tightly against Zhou Ran, drawing strength from his reassuring presence.

The convoy drove away.

Outside the car window, the sunlight was blinding, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

Unbeknownst to anyone, this city had just brushed shoulders with hell.

Zhou Ran leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, pretending to doze off.

Lin Qingxue was carefully wiping the blood off his hands with a wet wipe.

The crisis seemed to have been resolved, but Zhou Ran's anxiety only intensified.

Mo Yunhai is dead.

It's unlikely that this could escape the notice of the Wuji Sect.

If you beat the younger one, it will inevitably attract the attention of the older one.

What's more, there's also the Song family patriarch hiding in a coffin in the capital, surviving by feeding on human lives, who is drooling over his body.

The power of "pseudo-foundation building" is receding like a tide.

What awaited him was a three-day period of weakness.