The aloof school beauty transforms into a fairy, Zhou Ran, where did your soul go?

With a sharp shout, lightning crackled from his palm, several blinding electric snakes intertwining into a large net that descended upon him.

This lightning was no ordinary thing; it carried an aura of utter destruction, characterized by extreme yang and raw power.

If an ordinary master were to get even the slightest bit tainted, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

The gaunt old Taoist priest was not to be outdone; with a flick of his peach wood sword, several talismans spontaneously combusted.

They transformed into several emerald-green fire snakes, blocking all of Zhou Ran's escape routes.

Thunder and fire intertwine, their offensives flow seamlessly, they are seasoned partners who have been working together for a long time.

Faced with this deadly combined attack, Zhou Ran stood still, his body motionless.

He didn't even bother to activate his protective aura.

"He wants to die!"

Seeing this, Zhang Tianlei's killing intent intensified, and he increased the force of his palm strike.

Just a moment before the electric grid touched Zhou Ran's forehead.

Clang—!

A high-pitched sword cry pierced the clouds and split rocks.

No one could see how Zhou Ran drew his sword when he made his thought.

A streak of dark purple light flashed out, a step too slow, but it managed to cut through the electric net first.

There was no explosion, no sound.

The seemingly violent lightning was annihilated the moment it touched the blade.

The blade continued its momentum, slicing straight across Zhang Tianlei's body.

Zhang Tianlei's forward momentum froze on the spot, a cruel grin still on his face, but he was stuck in mid-air.

next interest.

A thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, extended downwards from between his eyebrows.

"This...this is not..."

Zhang Tianlei let out a final sound from his throat, and then his entire body split in two.

Organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood stained the bamboo forest red.

One cut, two cuts!

Before the withered old Taoist could figure out what had happened, he witnessed his companion turn into two pieces of flesh.

The fire snakes he released, under Zhou Ran's indifferent gaze, actually dissipated on their own in fear.

"Who...who are you?!"

The withered old Taoist priest was horrified, his soul nearly leaving his body, and he turned to flee.

"Did I let you leave?"

Zhou Ran's indifferent voice rang in his ears.

Without Zhou Ran making any move, he casually swung the "Soul Slayer" in his hand.

An invisible blade of energy pierced the air, precisely severing the withered old Taoist's legs.

"ah--!"

The screams startled the birds roosting in the forest.

Zhou Ran stepped on the old Taoist's chest and applied slight pressure.

The old Taoist priest was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed. He tried to beg for mercy, but he couldn't utter a sound.

He stretched out his left hand and pressed it directly onto the old Taoist's crown.

Soul Searching Technique activated!

A surge of demonic energy invaded the old Taoist's mind without warning, ruthlessly rummaging through his memories.

A moment later, the old Taoist priest bled from all seven orifices and died.

Zhou Ran shook his hand in disgust, and a ball of demonic fire rose from his palm, burning the two corpses to ashes.

"Just as I expected."

Through soul searching, he uncovered Lingxu Daoist's entire plan.

This old scoundrel has a brilliant plan. He not only wants to use him to open the ruins, but also sets up a "dragon-locking formation" around the port.

They planned to catch him like a turtle in a jar after he exhausted his spiritual power.

Moreover, these two people did not come for the bronze key.

Instead, it's about leaving a trace for yourself.

Unfortunately, their whereabouts were exposed, forcing them to take action.

"Qin San".

Qin San, who had been watching from the sidelines, was already in a daze. Upon hearing the summons, he rushed over on all fours.

Looking at the two piles of still-warm ashes on the ground, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Those were two grandmasters!

In Master Zhou's hands, he didn't even last a single move.

"Clean this place up."

Zhou Ran sheathed his sword.

"Also, I'm going to the gym. You don't need to come with me. Just keep an eye on the Xiao family."

"Yes, Master Zhou!"

Zhou Ran turned and left the back mountain, heading towards the detached house where Chen Ya lived.

As you push open the building door, a warm breeze greets you.

The crystal chandelier in the living room was lit, casting a soft light, and three women were sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the door open, the three of them looked up at the same time.

Zhou Ran's gaze swept across the room, and when he saw the figure in the center, even he, who had seen countless women, couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Lin Qingxue was wearing that moon-white haute couture gown.

The original looseness was completely gone; thanks to Chen Ya's skillful modifications, her slender waist was perfectly outlined.

Her long hair, which was usually a little messy, was now falling smoothly over her shoulders, with natural curls at the ends.

Her eyes were particularly striking.

With the thick lenses removed, those greyish-white pupils gleamed with an unusual, precious light.

Coupled with her ethereal charm, she was like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Noticing Zhou Ran's focused gaze, Lin Qingxue lowered her head somewhat uncomfortably.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, her cheeks flushed.

"Stunned?"

A sharp pain in the soft flesh of my lower back.

Chen Ya had already come to his side, her jade fingers twisting forcefully around his waist, her beautiful eyes looking at him sideways, three parts reproach and seven parts sourness.

"It took my sister two hours to get this girl out of bed, and you were completely captivated the moment you got back?"

Zhou Ran snapped out of his daze, took Chen Ya's mischievous hand in his own hands, kissed it, and laughed:

"Sister Ya's skills are naturally top-notch."

But in my eyes, Sister Ya is still the most captivating.

Chen Ya gave a soft hum, knowing that the little man was just coaxing her, but she was still quite pleased.

"Glib-tongued."

Xiao Hongli walked over at this moment and gave Zhou Ran a reproachful look.

She handed a set of keys to Lin Qingxue.

"Sister Qingxue, Grandpa said that you can freely enter and leave the Xiao family's library."

It contains many rare books on metaphysics and ancient writing, which might be useful to you.

Lin Qingxue's face first lit up with joy, but she quickly regained her composure and waved her hands repeatedly:

"This is too valuable..."

"Take it."

Zhou Ran said, "Your eyesight is key to this trip to the ruins. The more you know, the better you can protect yourself."

Upon hearing Zhou Ran speak, Lin Qingxue nodded vigorously.

"I need to go to the gym."

Zhou Ran glanced at the time. "I have some personal matters to attend to."

"An extraordinary gym?"

Chen Ya raised an eyebrow. "What could possibly be so important that you, as the boss, would personally make the trip?"

Zhou Ran shook his head: "It's nothing serious, just that an 'old friend' might want to see me."

That was his only property in the mortal world, and also the place he used to collect the essence of the mortal realm.

This afternoon, Fatty Wang sent me a message saying that someone was causing trouble at the gym.

Furthermore, Fatty Wang emphasized that that person would definitely pique his interest.

……

Extraordinary Gym, located on the edge of Jiangcheng's bustling commercial district, was closed at the moment, with a sign that read "Internal Renovation" hanging on the wall.

Zhou Ran parked the Panamera haphazardly on the side of the road and went inside.

The gym wasn't as messy as I'd imagined; the equipment was neatly arranged, but there was a strange smell in the air.

It has a complex aroma of aged glutinous rice, quicklime, and some kind of rotten herb.

"Ran-ge, you've finally arrived..."

A faint shout came from above.

Zhou Ran looked up and saw that Fatty Wang, who weighed over 200 pounds, was being hung upside down from the crossbeam of the squatting frame by a thick hemp rope.

His face turned a deep purplish-red as he strained to wink at Zhou Ran.

And deep inside the gym, on a bench press, sat a person.