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

Song Zhentian's laughter echoed wildly through the laboratory.

The sound had a nauseating, musty odor.

The laughter was filled with contempt and the satisfaction of a successful conspiracy.

This silly boy not only helped him open the entrance to the underground dragon vein.

It put him in a very difficult position, like roasting himself over a fire.

If one is not careful, one could become a sinner who destroys the capital.

Moreover, he was certain that Zhou Ran had no way to deal with it.

The fuse has been lit, and the six-pointed star array above the blood pool is spinning at its fastest speed.

Song Zhentian's heart and soul were boiling within the runes.

It transformed into a crimson pillar of energy, plunging into the depths of the dragon vein through underground pipes.

"Zhou Ran, your demonic energy is the perfect fuse!"

"If the dragon vein is broken, 80,000 vengeful spirits will surge forth from the earth, and half of the capital will be buried with them!"

Before Song Zhentian could finish speaking, he realized that Zhou Ran wasn't even looking at him.

Zhou Ran was looking up.

The light from the Purple-Gold Demon Eye pierced directly through the steel frame structure above.

Behind the six- or seven-meter-high ceiling, the horrific scene was laid bare.

One hundred and seven people.

They were suspended upside down in mid-air by blood-red threads, their feet dangling in the air, their skin already turned deathly gray.

The young man at the very edge, who looked to be in his early twenties, was wearing a yellow uniform from the food delivery platform.

The smear of undried tomato sauce on the cuff looked blindingly red under the purple-gold light.

Zhou Ran withdrew his gaze and stared at Song Zhentian again.

The old man was still laughing, his white coat cuffs stained with blood, his face contorted with the madness of a successful conspiracy.

Zhou Ran stepped forward.

He gripped Song Zhentian's crown with his right hand, and without using any magic, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

boom!

Song Zhentian was slammed against the supporting pillar, and his body slid limply down.

"Stay here for now and watch how I crush your hopes."

He had long suspected that something was amiss.

However, he couldn't explain it.

I discovered this flower arrangement studio on my own.

Then Li Zhiyao found him and asked him to get rid of the flower arrangement shop.

It's as if it was all pre-arranged.

It wasn't until he tapped Song Zhentian's head with his hand that he understood everything.

The old man in front of me is just an avatar!

Its true form probably entered the dragon vein the moment the entrance opened!

Because Song Zhentian in front of him was too weak.

She was as weak as a woman, unable to even kill a chicken.

He was certain that he would prioritize the overall situation.

They had no time to pay attention to his theft of the dragon vein.

This old fox is even more cunning than that scoundrel Song Wuji.

He turned around, and his Zanpakuto shot out from his waist, leaving a purple trail in the darkness.

With a flick of his right hand, the sword intent exploded in a fan shape, severing all the blood-red threads on the ceiling.

The silk thread snapped, and the foul-smelling evil energy was instantly burned to black ash by the blade's intent.

It was like a dirty, black snowflake falling in the laboratory.

The suspended victim slowly sank.

Bai Xuan jumped out of Zhou Ran's pocket, the umbrella expanding in the wind, steadily catching each body.

For once, the old mushroom put away his playful grin and stared intently at the pulse of these people with his two beady green eyes.

Because it sensed the murderous intent in Zhou Ran's heart.

If this matter is not handled well...

He might really turn it into mushroom soup.

Zhou Ran continued moving and walked to the blood pool.

Zhou Ran didn't stop, and strode to the edge of the blood pool.

The red light emitted by the array plate caused the air to crackle slightly.

The blood spurted desperately into the stone slab.

time is limited.

Zhou Ran raised his left arm, the Qilin pattern burning hot, and slammed his fist into the center of the array plate.

boom!

The brute force of the Qilin bone forcibly severed the energy supply to the runes.

The metal component turned into a lump of scrap metal amidst a piercing twisting sound.

But the foundation of this formation lies in the blood pool.

Zhou Ran pressed down with his left palm, and purplish-black demonic fire burst forth from his palm, directly covering the entire pool of crimson.

Demonic fire comes into contact with vengeful blood.

The viscous blood was peeled away and evaporated layer by layer, and the resentment turned into black smoke pillars that were forcibly devoured by the demonic fire.

A few seconds later, the pit was clean, leaving only a ring of charred oxidation marks.

Zhou Ran abruptly cut off the fuse.

But at that moment, Zhou Ran's brows furrowed tightly.

There's a serious problem with my dantian.

There's something strange about this resentment.

The pool of blood contained decades of concentrated resentment.

Before it could be completely broken down by the demonic fire, it burrowed into his meridians along his fingertips.

The sensation was like countless red-hot iron hooks scraping wildly against the walls of the meridians.

Black streaks of blood seeped from the pores on the back of Zhou Ran's hand.

"Boss! Are you using yourself as a filter?"

Bai Xuan screamed in fright.

"Shut up."

Zhou Ran coldly uttered two words.

Song Zhentian, who was leaning against a pillar, slowly woke up and looked at the empty blood pool, his eyelids twitching violently.

"You...you actually dared to swallow the resentment of ten thousand people!"

"You didn't expect that I would perish along with everyone else, did you?"

Your plan, and your alter ego.

It's scrapped!

Zhou Ran picked up a fragment of an array plate, casually tossed it out, and it embedded itself directly into Song Zhentian's forehead.

Song Zhentian's body melted away like wax, leaving behind a sulfurous stench.

"I'll wait for you deep underground; that's where your grave is..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhentian turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water and disappeared without a trace.

A burst of exhilarating laughter suddenly erupted from the depths of his consciousness.

Ye Futian's voice, carrying a long-unheard mockery, emerged from the depths of his consciousness.

"Hahaha!

You are indeed too soft-hearted for a woman!

"The karmic resentment of ten thousand people is a vast net of heaven; what makes you think you can bear it?"

The old devil's voice carried a hint of benevolent satisfaction, as if he had successfully schemed.

Ye Futian finally dropped all pretense of civility.

"Beg me, for I will show you a way to live, considering that you have been filial during this time."

Zhou Ran supported his knee with his right hand, feeling the excruciating pain churning through his meridians.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he calmly responded in his mind.

"Master, your plan is too ambitious. I can hear the commotion outside."

Name your price.

Night laughed coldly at the heavens.

"With your meridians severed, what right do you have to negotiate a price with me?"

Night laughed coldly at the heavens.

This is the perfect opportunity to possess Zhou Ran's body!

Zhou Ran had already anticipated this.

"Price?"

I have a mental array in my head.

"As long as I use the Soul-Suppressing Nails, I can make your remnant soul a slave for eternity!"

As he spoke, he took off his storage ring and made a sweeping motion in the air.

One hundred and eight Soul-Suppressing Nails appeared neatly in mid-air.

Zhou Ran then performed a hand seal.

The Soul-Suppressing Nails instantly corresponded to the arrangement of the 108 constellations.

This is the formation that Li Zhiyao's paper doll inscribed in the memories of the Wuji Sect's soul masters that day.

He just didn't expect it to be presented in this way.

"Master, please count again. Are there really one hundred and seven?"

"You brat!"

Nightfall unleashed an unprecedented fury.

Immediately, his mind fell into a deathly silence.

"Alright, I will now transmit to you the complete 'Transformation of Wishes Sutra'."

This is the ultimate method for purifying one's good deeds and resolving negative consequences.

Zhou Ran's lips twitched slightly.

Unexpectedly, the "Vow Transformation Sutra" has a second half!

It can not only purify one's good deeds and vows, but also resolve backlashes.

Fortunately, I had a backup plan.

Otherwise, we would have really been in trouble today!

A stream of light surged into Zhou Ran's mind.

He glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This method is indeed real.

It can unravel cause and effect and purify spiritual energy.

But hidden in the corner of each page is an extremely secretive soul hook, a contingency plan left by the old demon for possessing another's body.

"His thieving heart is still burning!"

Then I'll absorb your very essence as well.

Zhou Ran looked at Bai Xuan beside him.

"Bai Xuan, come here and filter out the 'impurities' from this scripture for me."

Bai Xuan was stunned for a moment, then revealed a lewd smile.

"Hehe, boss, that's a pretty ruthless way to get something for free!"

A glint flashed in Bai Xuan's small eyes, and then the spore cocoon tightly enveloped Zhou Ran.