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

The afterimage faded away.

Fatty Wang muttered in a low voice:

"That's what it means to shut up."

Qin San glanced at him sideways.

"You can't learn it."

"Nonsense, I don't have a Nascent Soul."

Zhou Ran withdrew the Grand Commander's order and turned to walk towards Lin Qingxue in Li Zhiyao's arms.

Lin Qingxue heard footsteps and her lips moved slightly.

"Don't kill too many people."

Zhou Ran pressed down on the top of her head.

"Only the damned should die."

Lin Qingxue said in a low voice, "That's a more palatable statement."

Zhou Ran leaned down to look at her.

"Focus on healing your injuries first."

She closed her eyes and didn't speak again.

The group returned to the mortal realm.

The basement of the manor was sealed off again.

Su Qingling and Su Qingwu were awakened and struggled to take over the Tide Array.

Chen Ya, still wrapped in bandages, sat beside the array's core, coordinating resources.

Xiao Hongli stood guard at the entrance of the main building; the ghost banner was damaged, but she still held it up behind her.

Xu Youwei sat in the corner, her face pale.

She saw that Lin Qingxue was blind and clenched the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingers.

"It's Penglai's fault."

Zhou Ran looked at her.

"So you must live."

"Let me see how I clear this."

Night fell over the city of Jiang.

The gray line was pressed down, but not completely severed.

Deep within the neighborhood, the remnants of Sheng Hui were still moving equipment.

The Penglai agents are hidden in hospitals, research institutes, and underground transportation stations.

Overseas superhumans took advantage of the chaos to seize resources, and the network in Jiangcheng had long since been torn apart.

For every one spot you fix, ten more will be missed.

Zhou Ran stood on the rooftop of the manor.

The wind whipped up the corner of his blood-stained clothes.

Fatty Wang, Qin San, and Xiao Rou stood behind him.

Chen Ya's report came through the communicator.

"Boss, the remnants of the Holy Radiance still have twelve strongholds left."

"There are at least twenty-seven people in the Penglai secret network."

"Three other overseas superpowered teams have infiltrated Jiangcheng."

Zhou Ran gazed at the lights in the distance.

"I didn't clear it before because I didn't have the time."

"It's free now."

He took out a token.

Vitality Token.

The spoils of war from the Black River Tribe of the Void Realm.

He seized military power personally after beheading the Bone Cutter and destroying the main city of Black River.

The token lit up, and pale green dots appeared around it.

Zhou Ran poured his Nascent Soul True Essence into it.

The token vibrated.

The virtual boundary coordinates are highlighted.

On the outskirts of Jiangcheng, above an abandoned factory, a gap appears in the space.

Dark red demonic energy surged out from the gap.

The first elite demon stepped forward.

Second place.

Third place.

Five hundred fully armed demon warriors descended in formation.

The three demon dukes were the last to step forward and kneel on one knee.

"Greetings, Demon Emperor."

The demonic power spread out.

All the underground forces in Jiangcheng fell silent at the same time.

In a basement, the leader of the remnant of the Holy Radiance had just turned on his communicator, his finger hovering over the button.

"What kind of energy fluctuation is this?"

The superhuman next to him swallowed hard.

"The Eastern cultivator doesn't match."

"The ghost soldiers don't match up either."

"It's the army."

Inside a hidden spot in Penglai, two disciples were just about to burn the documents when they were forced to their knees by the demonic power emanating from outside the window.

"Demons?"

"How could there be a demon army on Earth?"

On the rooftop of the manor.

Zhou Ran looked down over the entire city.

"Fatty Wang".

"exist."

"You take one hundred demon soldiers and Qing Shenghui."

"Rebels, be destroyed."

"Involves equipment belonging to the Heavenly Corpse; destroy it."

Fatty Wang grinned.

"I'm good at this job."

"Qin San".

"exist."

"Take one hundred demon soldiers and investigate the hidden agents of Penglai."

"Capture them alive."

"Dare to run, or your legs will be broken."

Qin San nodded.

"clear."

"Xiao Rou".

Xiao Rou looked up.

"The Gu Masters of Southern Xinjiang, in coordination with the Demon Army, have blocked the routes out of the city."

"I want to ensure that after tonight, not a single criminal will escape justice in Jiangcheng."

"Yes."

The three demon dukes bowed their heads and accepted the order.

Zhou Ran's order was relayed throughout the demon army.

"Break it down into smaller parts."

"Anyone who colludes with the Heavenly Corpse, Holy Radiance, or Penglai, must first provide evidence."

"Once the evidence is confirmed, those who resist will be killed."

"Ordinary people don't touch it."

"The authorities will not interfere."

Five hundred demon soldiers simultaneously struck their armor.

That night, the underground world of Jiangcheng was turned upside down.

The laboratory of the remnants of the Holy Light army was destroyed.

The stronghold of the superhumans was destroyed.

The Penglai spy was dragged out of his hiding place.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy.

Some people invoked the greater good.

Some people claimed they were just following orders.

The demon soldiers wouldn't listen to any of that.

Wang Pangzi got annoyed and kicked one of Shenghui supervisors to the ground.

"On orders?"

"Go down and ask Yama, the King of Hell, for reimbursement."

Qin San was even more direct.

He slammed the list of Penglai's spies on the table.

"I admit it, at least I won't lose a leg."

"You don't recognize it? Let me help you remember."

Before dawn, the city of Jiangcheng quieted down.

This silence was born from the pressure of a blade.

The hands hidden in the shadows were all cut off.

Zhou Ran returned to the manor.

Lin Qingxue lay on the cold jade bed, her breathing steady.

The Dharma Eyes are no longer like quicksand.

But she still couldn't see.

Zhou Ran stood by the bed and took her hand.

Lin Qingxue asked softly, "Is it over?"

Zhou Ran said, "Let's wrap things up here in Jiangcheng for now."

"And me?"

"You'll be alright."

Lin Qingxue smiled.

"That sounds like a guarantee."

Just as Zhou Ran was about to speak, Chen Ya knocked on the door and came in.

She was holding a black letter in her hand.

The envelope was tinged with the chill of the River of Oblivion, and a dried petal of the other shore was tucked into its corner.

"Boss."

"Found at the entrance."

"The barrier wasn't broken, and the surveillance cameras didn't capture anyone."

Zhou Ran took the letter.

The envelope was unsigned, containing only a single red spider lily.

He took it apart.

There is only one sentence inside.

"If you want to know how to cure her eyes, come to Jiangcheng Wharf at midnight."

The signature depicts a half-cracked porcelain bowl.

Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed.

Meng Po's Bowl.

There are still people in the sea of ​​red spider lilies.

Zhou Ran held the black letter in his hand.

The letter paper was thin, and the spider lilies on the paper still retained a damp, cold blood scent.

A chipped porcelain bowl.

Red spider lily.

Midnight pier.

Fatty Wang leaned closer to look, but Zhou Ran raised his hand, pressed his forehead, and pushed him away.

"sleep."

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment: "Brother, this doesn't sound like something that can be done to sleep."

"So you should sleep even more."

Why?

"We still have to work tomorrow."

Fatty Wang opened his mouth.

Makes sense.

But something just doesn't feel right.

Zhou Ran did not explain.

Beneath Meng Po's seat stood two beauties, one black and one white.

Mandara flower, Mandara flower.

They were still guarding the gate inside the corpse.

Unless someone borrows their name.

Or perhaps, someone copied their faces.

Zhou Ran put the letter into his sleeve.

He pressed a symbol of idealism onto the back of the letter and handed it to Qin San.

"Half an hour later there was no reply. Take Xiaorou and seal off Jiangcheng Wharf."

Qin San took the letter.

"clear."

Zhou Ran turned and went downstairs.

He neither alerted Li Zhiyao nor told Lin Qingxue.

She had just stabilized the damaged legal system and could not afford a second disruption.

Midnight.

Jiangcheng Wharf.

The river surface was black, and mist rolled along the water's surface.

Abandoned shipping containers lined up along the shore, blocking all the streetlights.

No one was walking on the dock.

Only one dilapidated fishing boat was moored on the river.

The ship's lights were not on.

Inside the cabin, however, hung a pale green lantern.

Zhou Ran stepped onto the deck.

The wooden planks creaked.

Inside the cabin, someone was brewing tea.

The man was dressed in black, wearing a straw hat, and had his back to him.

The tea is boiling.

The steam carried the scent of spider lilies.

Zhou Ran entered the cabin.

"You're quite the actor."

The man in black paused for a moment.

She turned around.

He took off his straw hat.

It was a face exactly like that of a mandrakes.

His brows and eyes were cold, and his lips were pale.

But the look in his eyes was off.

The real Mandala Flower had a fierce aura hidden in its eyes, like that of a native from the Void Realm.

The woman in front of me has such a steady gaze.

It's so stable it's unsettling.

Zhou Ran sat down.

"continue."

The woman poured him tea.

"My name is Shahua."