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

The sky over the Jiangcheng sea area is crystal clear.

The storm that had raged for several days had subsided, and the sea was as smooth as a mirror.

Beside a military speedboat, Zhang Xuansu, the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, stood with his hands behind his back, his posture ramrod straight.

A pair of slightly cloudy eyes stared unblinkingly at the core sea area that had been sealed off.

His disciples behind him were all injured and looked dejected.

"Master, that senior, he..."

One of the disciples finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the despair in his words was almost overflowing.

The commotion coming from underground almost overturned the entire sea area, and even Master's array plate was shattered into dust.

That level of combat was beyond their comprehension.

"shut up."

Zhang Xuansu gave a low rebuke, but his hand, hidden under his wide robe, clenched tightly without him even noticing.

If that young friend were to truly perish here, it would be an immeasurable loss for the entire Chinese cultivation world.

Just now.

Whoosh!

A huge hole burst open in the mirror-like sea, and three figures carrying a massive black coffin shot into the sky.

Then it landed lightly on the rocks on the shore.

"They're out!"

"They're out!"

The disciples erupted in gasps of surprise.

Zhang Xuansu's usually placid face was now filled with overwhelming joy, and he disregarded his dignity as a Celestial Master, rushing forward to greet him.

"Young friend!"

"You're alright, that's great!"

The old Taoist priest's eyes reddened, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Looking at the old man before him, whose emotions were running high, Zhou Ran felt a bit of the violence he had accumulated from his battles dissipate.

"Thanks to the old Celestial Master's concern, I survived by sheer luck."

He nodded slightly, a peaceful smile on his face.

"This is no fluke."

Zhang Xuansu shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. His gaze swept over Zhou Ran, and his heart skipped a beat.

Only a few hours had passed.

This child's aura has changed again!

That wasn't a breakthrough in cultivation level, but something far more profound.

"Young friend, your cultivation has actually reached such a level."

Zhang Xuansu took a breath, his expression becoming very serious.

"Oh? How so?"

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow.

Night Demon once said that low-level cultivators cannot see through the true nature of high-level cultivators.

Could it be that this old man is lying to me again?

"Qi is the foundation, and momentum is the edge."

Zhang Xuansu took a deep breath and explained.

"We cultivators have two transformations: one is qi, and the other is momentum."

Qi represents one's own strength, while Shi represents one's own momentum.

Now, my young friend's momentum is even stronger than before, like an emperor, making it hard for this old Taoist to breathe.

Zhou Ran understood.

It is the further fusion of one's own aura after breaking through and the oppressive power of demonic arts.

His entire demeanor was elevated.

He waved his hand and mumbled:

"I've only gained a slight understanding."

Congratulations, young friend.

Zhang Xuansu did not press further, but tentatively asked:

"That drought demon..."

"Kill him."

Zhou Ran uttered two words.

"That……

That demonic cultivator from the Wuji Sect…”

"He's dead."

Two more words struck the hearts of everyone at Longhu Mountain so hard that they stopped breathing.

Zhang Xuansu opened his mouth slightly, and finally bowed respectfully to Zhou Ran.

"Boundless...Heavenly Venerable!"

Young friend, your actions are truly meritorious!

This kindness will be forever etched in the hearts of everyone on Longhu Mountain!

"You flatter me, Master."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Xuansu realized that Zhou Ran was eager to leave, so he did not try to stop him.

He handed over a jade talisman engraved with dragon and tiger symbols, promising that Longhu Mountain would respond to any requests in the future.

Before leaving, his gaze lingered briefly on Lin Qingxue.

The girl's eyes shone with a light that even he found dazzling.

"To destroy and then build, to turn misfortune into fortune, how wonderful!"

The old Taoist priest sighed softly, then led his disciples onto the boat and sailed away.

……

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept across the dock.

Zhou Ran took his phone out of the waterproof bag and turned it on.

The moment the screen lit up, the phone began to vibrate violently in his palm.

buzzing-

The red numbers on the green bubble icon are already a glaring "999+".

Miao Yingying leaned over for a look and burst out laughing without any restraint.

"Brother Zhou, you have quite a few romantic entanglements."

Look at these missed calls: Sister Chen, President Xiao, Sister Chen, President Xiao...

Oh dear, this is about to be a barrage of calls.

Zhou Ran felt a chill run down his spine.

Those two alternating fiery red names made his heart tremble even more than when he faced the drought demon.

He put away his phone and turned his gaze to Lin Qingxue, who looked somewhat uneasy beside him.

Through that special "yin-yang harmony", Lin Qingxue was completely transformed.

That aloofness that once kept people at arm's length has transformed into a gentle and reserved charm.

Her skin was fair and translucent, with a radiant glow, and every movement of her eyes and brows exuded a natural charm.

That is the unique charm of someone who has been thoroughly nourished and stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

"Let's go."

Zhou Ran sighed, his tone tinged with a sense of tragic grandeur.

"Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway."

……

The Xiao family manor was brightly lit.

As soon as the car entered the gate, Zhou Ran sensed that something was wrong.

The courtyard was eerily quiet; not a single housekeeper or servant, who usually greeted them, was to be seen.

He pushed open the door of the detached house.

Two pairs of eyes immediately froze him in place.

Two women were sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room.

On the left is Chen Ya, wearing a dark green silk nightgown, her long hair loosely tied up.

He held a glass of red wine between his fingers, his posture languid.

On the right is Xiao Hongli, still wearing a well-tailored business suit, arms crossed.

On her long, slender legs, a red-soled high heel hung precariously on her toes, lightly tapping the air intermittently.

"You're back?"

Chen Ya swirled the dark red liquid in her glass, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"I'm...I'm back."

Zhou Ranqian smiled as he changed his shoes.

Xiao Hongli could no longer maintain her composure, stood up, and rushed to Zhou Ran in a few steps.

She looked him up and down, and only after confirming that he was not missing any limbs did the undisguised worry in her eyes subside.

But the next second, her gaze passed over Zhou Ran and fixed intently on Lin Qingxue.

Xiao Hongli's eye twitched slightly.

This wasn't her first time meeting Lin Qingxue; she had even convinced herself to accept her.

But this time, it's completely different!

The Lin Qingxue before me was like a piece of top-grade white jade that had been washed by rain.

It is translucent and moisturized, radiating an amazing brilliance from head to toe.

Especially when she looked at Zhou Ran, her deep-seated affection and intimacy were impossible to hide!

As a woman, Xiao Hongli immediately understood what that meant!

"Zhou Ran!"

Xiao Hongli gritted her teeth, squeezing out the words through her clenched teeth.

Lin Qingxue's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she subconsciously lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Miao Yingying, who was in the corner, shrank her neck with great insight and put the handful of sunflower seeds she had just grabbed back.

This atmosphere isn't suitable for just watching the show; you might easily get splashed with blood.