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

Himezuki.

These two words were thrown out.

Ye Futian, the Demon Emperor who once dominated an era, fell into an unusually deathly silence.

But he quickly covered it up with a cold snort.

Although Zhou Ran is cunning and selfish, his vision is ultimately too narrow.

This is a good opportunity to give them a warning.

Make this kid unable to leave you.

"You do have some knowledge."

Ye Futian adopted the air of a high and mighty master.

"That wisp of waste gas in your hand is an insurmountable divine object in the lower realm."

"But in my eyes, they are nothing more than scraps that woman casually discarded."

Zhou Ran watched coldly from the sidelines.

Residue?

He desperately wanted the residue that could directly erase material reality.

"You just asked, what is the Tao?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking completely composed.

"People cultivate immortality by borrowing the power of heaven and earth, your Qilin Arm borrows the power of physical cultivation, and the Wuji Sect borrows the dragon energy of the nation's destiny."

Ye Futian's tone carried a hint of bitterness that even he himself didn't realize.

"These are all inferior."

"The true way is the rules themselves."

"No matter how exquisite your painting is, it cannot escape the boundaries of the paper."

"That crazy woman, Ji Yue, is holding a paper cutter."

"If she thought something was out of place, she would just cut it off."

"I was in a bad mood, so I tore the painting to shreds."

"This is her way."

"A world where only 'erasure' is the absolute rule."

Zhou Ran stared at the void in his palm that was causing the light to distort.

Ye Futian continued to flaunt his experience.

"You got lucky in southern Xinjiang."

"If it weren't for me covering up the karma for you, and that woman having no interest in you..."

"You've already been assimilated into nothingness by this fragment, you don't even have the right to be reincarnated."

"What about overlapping?"

Zhou Ran suddenly asked a question.

"Since the virtual world can interfere with reality, do the Yin and Yang realms of Earth also overlap?"

The old devil's voice turned sinister.

"You are very perceptive."

"The southern border you visited last time is exactly where it overlaps with a corner of the Void Realm."

"The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are not separate iron cages, but a thick book."

"One realm, one page; they should not intersect."

"But if the pages get damp or damaged, the ink will seep through."

Ye Futian's tone became playful.

"The barriers to the dimension you inhabit are extremely thin."

"Some things that don't belong on this page are desperately trying to squeeze onto this side."

The pages of the book are damp.

Ink seepage.

Plane overlap.

Since the virtual world can seep into the mortal world, the yin and yang realms of Earth can naturally rub against each other to create a gap.

That's why there are "reincarnators" who ferry people between the two worlds.

Zhou Ran gripped the Void Crystal tightly in his hand.

Back then, the old devil swept across the nine heavens and ten earths, so arrogant and powerful. What miserable state did he end up in?

The remaining wisp of his soul hid in someone else's sea of ​​consciousness, pretending to be a coward.

Following this old monster's path, at best, one could only become a failed demon emperor again.

He would never go down such a dead end.

The domineering and unparalleled "erasure" rule of the virtual realm was forcefully smashed into the fortune of the underground dragon vein.

Crush it.

He pieced together a path that belonged only to Zhou Ran.

This is the move he intends to make.

From the moment he tucked the Soul-Suppressing Nail into his sleeve, his schemes against the Heavenly Dao and the Old Demon had already begun.

Seeing that Zhou Ran remained silent, Ye Futian assumed that his own experience had intimidated the young man.

"Do not slacken your cultivation, for I am weary."

The old demon severed the connection to divine consciousness.

He retreated into the depths of his consciousness, waiting for Zhou Ran to refine the Soul-Suppressing Nail to serve as a wedding dress for him.

The sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm.

Zhou Ran put away the Void Realm Crystal.

He pushed open the nanmu wood door of the lounge.

Downstairs lobby.

A black Maybach with a Jiangcheng license plate was parked outside the store.

The car door opened.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor rang out.

Chen Ya, dressed in a minimalist haute couture suit, exuded an aura that overshadowed even the seasoned veterans of the business world who had weathered decades of ups and downs.

Xiao Hongli changed into a dark red, modified cheongsam and held a folding fan in her hand.

The fan ribs were sealed with the eerie, ghostly aura of the Yin-gathering banner.

Lin Qingxue wore a plain-colored long dress, and her long hair reached her waist.

The purple-gold mark on her forehead was cleverly half-hidden by her bangs.

Three women, three distinct styles.

Their entry into the extraordinary gym instantly raised the temperature in the lobby by ten degrees.

The receptionist stared in disbelief.

He didn't even notice that the rag he was using to wipe the table had fallen to the ground.

Zhou Ran was furious when she saw this.

The wealthy women from Beijing, who were chatting idly while sipping snow lotus tea in the rest area, all stopped what they were doing.

These women who have spent years at the top of power have incredibly sharp eyes.

With just a glance, one can gauge the significance of these three women.

Han Hongmei's gaze swept back and forth across Chen Ya's face twice.

He turned to Fatty Wang and asked a question.

"Coach Wang, these three girls look unfamiliar. Aren't you going to introduce them?"

The fat man chuckled.

He rubbed his hands together vigorously.

"Sister Han, what are you saying?"

"These three are our boss's family members, who came all the way from Jiangcheng to manage the business."

These words were spoken.

The wealthy women's circle was in an uproar.

Several faces with exquisite makeup gathered together.

Their eyes all turned to Zhou Ran on the second floor.

Han Hongmei covered her mouth and laughed so hard she was shaking.

The allure in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Oh my!"

"I always said that with Boss Zhou's physique, it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't participate in a triathlon."

"We have three stunning beauties at home, and they still have the energy to give us physical therapy."

"Was Mr. Zhou's kidney implanted with aerospace-grade titanium alloy?"

Laughter erupted from all sides.

Women in elite circles can be even more raunchy than men when they make crude jokes.

Chen Ya was not intimidated at all.

She took the initiative to meet Han Hongmei's gaze.

"Mrs. Han is joking."

"Our Zhou Ran is a very down-to-earth person. Her good physique is her asset, but we still need all of you older sisters to take good care of her."

"I'll toast you this cup, consider it a gesture of respect."

Xiao Hongli picked up the tea on the table and chimed in.

"you do not say."

"I could smell the woody sandalwood scent on Sister Han as soon as I walked in."

"Only the old perfumer in Grasse, France, can create this formula, and he only produces three bottles a year."

"Sister's taste is miles ahead of those nouveau riche who buy Hermes bags as part of a shopping spree."

Lin Qingxue didn't say much.

She gently served tea to several older ladies.

Her every move exuded the grace and poise of a well-bred lady, leaving no room for criticism.

Less than half an hour.

The three women were already very comfortable among this group of shrewd people.

From thread lifting at a private hospital in the western district to a third-tier celebrity kept by a powerful figure in the eastern district.

This is not just idle talk.

The power structure and entangled interests in the murky waters of Beijing are all hidden in these casual whispers.

Intelligence is the most lethal weapon in this circle.

......

The land of cherry blossoms.

The basement of a secluded courtyard with a sign that reads "Friendly Flower Arrangement Studio".

There are no flowers here.

It only has a strong formalin smell and a lingering bloody odor.

Under the huge operating lights, an elderly man in a plain white coat is arranging flowers.

The material he had was not a flower.

Rather, it refers to human limbs.

Several pale corpses were disassembled and then sewn back together with some kind of black thread.

The interface was covered with strange symbols.

His name is Song Zhentian.

The Song family's nominal "missing persons".

The true leader of the Black Dragon Society's China branch.

He is also Song Tiancheng's biological father.

"Tiancheng is dead."

Song Zhentian's hand never stopped suturing.

The needle pierced the flesh of a dead person, making a slight hissing sound.

In a dark corner, three figures, their entire bodies wrapped in black latex suits, were kneeling.

They weren't breathing.

Even his heartbeat was extremely weak.

This weapon was created by the Black Dragon Society after ten years of painstaking effort, through the fusion of human and animal genes.

Codename: "Oni Ninja".