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

Zhou Ran concealed his divine sense, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

That old man woke up at just the right time.

After the great battle with Lingxu Daoist, he fell into a deep sleep, but now he has been awakened directly by the aura of the Drought Demon Corpse Pill.

Swallow it?

That old monster, his scheming is written all over his face.

Judging from his impatient appearance, the benefits of this corpse pill will only be greater for him.

Zhou Ran sneered inwardly, but his face was filled with a mixture of fear and elation, and even his voice carried a perfectly measured hint of trembling.

"Master?!"

"You're awake, sir?"

Heaven truly has eyes!

"Your disciple has been worried about you day and night these past few days, fearing that that old Taoist Lingxu had shattered your soul, causing you to lose your appetite and sleep!"

Ye Futian, in the black mist he had transformed into, was too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Ran's exaggerated performance; his entire mind was firmly absorbed by the corpse pill.

The black mist surged and coalesced into a greedy, twisted old face, as if it wanted to swallow the corpse pill on the spot.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

"This corpse pill contains the essence of a thousand-year-old fire, which is an immense tonic for your mortal body!"

Swallow it!

It will also allow my soul to be properly nourished!

Ye Futian's intentions were laid bare.

Zhou Ran felt contempt in his heart, but put on a hesitant and honest look on his face.

"Master, isn't this... inappropriate?"

"Before leaving, the ancient monk specifically instructed that although this substance could clear away the corpse poison, its fiery nature was too violent. Swallowing it directly might damage one's brain."

"Your life was given to me by you, Master. If I were burned and become mentally disabled, who would take care of you in the future?"

Ye Futian heard the demon soul twitch and wished he could immediately rush out of his sea of ​​consciousness and give Zhou Ran a flick on the head.

"You don't know anything!"

With your teacher here, I guarantee you will be safe and sound!

swallow!"

"No, Master, I think it's better to be safe than sorry."

Zhou Ran shook his head with a straightforward expression.

"I've thought it over; this thing must be purified."

"An ancient monk passed down a set of Buddhist scriptures to me, saying that as long as I recite them day and night, I can smooth out the last trace of impurity within them."

"Only then, when we have refined the Foundation Establishment Pill, will we have the truly foolproof plan!"

Before, Ye Futian was fast asleep and knew nothing about the "Mahavairocana Buddha Purification Mantra". Upon hearing the words "Buddhist scripture", he almost laughed in anger.

"Buddhist scriptures?"

"You, a demonic cultivator who bears the legacy of the original master, are going to chant Buddhist scriptures?"

"This is utterly ridiculous! It's heretical and unorthodox!"

Ye Futian's tone was extremely agitated.

"Listen to your master, skip the fancy stuff, just eat it!"

Zhou Ran completely ignored his urging and instead showed a sincere expression that said, "I'm doing this all for your own good."

"Master, your spirit is weak; it must be from the impact of the Corpse Pill's malevolent energy."

"Don't worry, your disciple will take care of your worries right away."

"This scripture can not only purify the corpse pill, but also stabilize your soul. Listen carefully!"

Before he could finish speaking, and before Ye Futian could react, Zhou Ran had already closed his eyes and was solemnly chanting incantations.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita..."

In an instant, points of dazzling golden light burst forth from Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

These rays of Buddha's light may seem faint, but to a demonic soul like Ye Futian, they are like boiling oil poured on snow, causing excruciating pain!

"Ah—! Shut up! Shut up, you bastard!"

Ye Futian let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The black mist formed from the demonic soul churned violently, and every ray of golden light that touched him was like a red-hot carving knife, carving a piece off his soul!

That purifying power originating from the very source of his soul made him feel as if he were nailed to the judgment seat, suffering the torments of purgatory!

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Has the scripture worked?"

Look, you're so comfortable you're moaning out loud!

Zhou Ran increased the speed of the engine while laughing out loud in his heart.

"This disciple knew that the Buddha's teachings are boundless and truly a wonderful thing!"

"Please bear with it a little longer, there's still the Diamond Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra to come, let's do the whole set today!"

"Zhou Ran! You wicked disciple!"

You're going to betray your master and ancestors—!

Nightfall's roar turned from anger to terror, and finally to pleading.

Stop!

"...Stop right now!"

He huddled in a corner of his mind, his demonic soul trembling as it was scorched by the Buddha's light.

Zhou Ran continued to play the role of the oblivious and dutiful disciple, reciting for another ten minutes or so.

He stopped, still wanting more, only when he sensed that Ye Futian's remnant soul had become so faint as to be almost transparent, with a look of sudden realization.

"oops!

"Master, why are you so weak?"

"Could it be that the medicine in this scripture is too potent?"

"It's all my fault. As a beginner, I didn't master the technique."

Ye Futian slumped in the corner, breathing weakly.

His eyes held a murderous rage, as if he wanted to devour Zhou Ran alive, yet they were also filled with an unprecedented level of apprehension.

He finally realized that this kid had grown too big for his britches!

"Since you want to refine pills, then so be it."

Ye Futian said through gritted teeth.

"However, ordinary pill formulas cannot refine this substance. I will pass on to you an ancient magic formula, but the medicinal materials are extremely difficult to find."

Zhou Ran understood; the real show was about to begin.

"Master, please speak! I will search for it for you, even if it means going through fire and water!"

"snort."

Ye Futian reluctantly rattled off a string of medicinal herb names:

"Dragon's Beard Grass, Ice Crystals from the Cold Pool, and the most important ingredient—Centennial Placenta."

When he said the last four words, his tone was extremely cold.

He tampered with the recipe, deliberately adding this evil substance that had been dried for over a hundred years and was said to greatly nourish the soul.

As long as Zhou Ran refines and consumes the pill, its power will surely nourish his demonic soul.

He had made up his mind; he would rather be enslaved by this wicked disciple for the rest of his life.

It would be better to wait until the spirit is strong enough, then fight hard and forcibly seize the body!

Even if my soul is scattered, it is better than such humiliation!

Zhou Ran silently noted it down, inwardly sneering, but outwardly nodding vigorously.

"Disciple has remembered!"

Master, you've worked so hard. You're so weak now, you should rest quickly.

"I promise I will chant fewer scriptures and find more tonics for you from now on."

"roll!!"

Ye Futian let out a hysterical roar and fled into the depths of his consciousness, never daring to show his face again.

Zhou Ran opened his eyes, and the mocking smile on his lips no longer needed to be hidden.

That old man, he was definitely up to no good.

He became even more convinced that the first Foundation Establishment Pill recipe he had obtained from the old devil was genuine.

And this one is definitely fake.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Through the probing just now, he has made up his mind completely.

The Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra is the secret weapon to subdue this old man.

So what if he's the Demon Emperor?

If I don't regain my peak, I'll be a prisoner for a day!

……

In the following days, Zhou Ran did not rush to go out, but instead helped Miao Yingying pack her luggage.

At the entrance of the manor, a heavy-duty freight truck was poised to depart.

Miao Yingying sat in the passenger seat, holding a tub of protein powder in her arms.

Inside the truck bed, the enormous coffin used for raising corpses was completely covered by a thick red cloth.

"Brother Zhou, I'm leaving now."

The girl peeked out and looked at Zhou Ran beside the car. Her eyes, which always gleamed with cunning, surprisingly revealed a hint of sadness at parting.

Zhou Ran leaned against the car door and casually tossed a cloth bag over.

"then."

Miao Yingying caught it hurriedly, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.

Curious, she opened the bag, glanced inside, and her breath caught in her throat; her beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.