Demonic powers have entered my body! Auntie, I'm coming to inspect your goods tonight!

Zhou Ran's consciousness sank into an endless darkness.

"Hahaha! After ten thousand years, I, the Demon Emperor Ye Futian, have finally seen the light of day again!"

An incredibly arrogant voice exploded in the depths of Zhou Ran's soul!

In the darkness, a phantom slowly coalesced.

He was burly, his facial features blurred.

Only those eyes were two clumps of flickering hellfire, radiating a tyranny that could incinerate the eight desolations.

"This shell has decent skeletal roots; it seems some hard work was put into tempering the physical body."

"Kid, your physical body is being requisitioned by this Emperor!"

Skeletal roots?

This Emperor?

A ring grandpa?

Possession!!!

These words were like poisoned icicles, ruthlessly piercing into Zhou Ran's soul!

No!

I haven't even made that pair of scumbags pay the price yet!

I haven't even had a single bite of my fragrant 'soft rice' yet!

He struggled frantically, using all his will to resist the devouring darkness.

But his resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before that terrifying will.

"Hmph! An ant dares to shake a tree?"

The cold will crushed down, and Zhou Ran's consciousness was instantly defeated.

It's over.

Just as he was in complete despair, about to be swallowed by the darkness.

That all-consuming will suddenly stopped.

Damn it!"

"The spiritual energy here is actually so thin, it's worse than the desolate wastes! It simply cannot sustain this Emperor's immortal demonic soul!"

The old voice was full of shock, anger, and unwillingness.

After a moment of silence, the voice spoke again.

"Kid, your meridians are tough and your blood qi is vigorous; you're a good seedling for practicing demonic arts."

"Are you willing to take this Emperor as your master?"

Without waiting for Zhou Ran's response.

Boom!

A majestic torrent of information smashed ruthlessly into his mind!

Ancient golden runes were forcibly branded into a technique named the "Yin Yang Art."

"Ah—!"

He felt like his brain was about to burst!

"Hold on for this Emperor!

This is the 'Yin Yang Art,' the supreme demonic technique with which this Emperor traversed the realms of Immortals and Demons. To obtain this technique is a blessing from three lifetimes!"

"This technique uses the union of Yin and Yang as a catalyst and devours the spiritual energy of all things as food. Once your technique reaches great completion, everything in heaven and earth can be used by you!"

The arrogant voice was full of seduction, echoing in Zhou Ran's mind.

"As your master, I have already cleansed your bones and marrow for you.

Seek out treasures containing spiritual energy. Once your master reshapes his soul body, there will be immense benefits for you!"

After saying this, the voice fell silent.

Zhou Ran could no longer hold on; his head tilted, and he completely fainted on the sofa.

...

Shh—

The glass door of the bathroom was pulled open, and steaming mist drifted out.

Chen Ya, wrapped in a snowy white bath towel, dried her wet hair and walked out gracefully.

Seeing that the figure in the living room was still there, the corners of Chen Ya's mouth curled up slightly.

"Little man, ready to accept big sister's inspec... huh?"

Before she could finish, her willow-like brows furrowed tightly.

An indescribable stench drifted into her nostrils.

She saw Zhou Ran slumped on the sofa, his face pale.

Sticky black filth was constantly seeping out of his body, soaking his T-shirt until it was black and stinking.

"Zhou Ran? Little Zhou?"

Chen Ya stepped forward and pushed him; he felt scalding to the touch.

"Did this kid fall into a manure pit?"

Pinching her nose, she backed away two steps with a look of disgust and immediately dialed her private doctor's number.

"Doctor Wang, come to Building One of Cloud Top Heavenly Palace immediately!"

Hanging up the phone and looking at the unconscious Zhou Ran on the sofa, Chen Ya grew angrier the more she thought about it.

Her romantic mood was completely ruined by this stench.

She really couldn't take it anymore and called over two nannies.

"Throw him in the bathtub and wash him clean! And throw this sofa away!"

...

An unknown amount of time passed before Zhou Ran's consciousness surfaced from the chaos.

The first thing he smelled was a stench that could practically choke a person to death.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in a huge circular bathtub.

A layer of nauseating black oil floated on the surface of the water.

"What's the situation?"

His mind was a mess, and a hangover-like throbbing pain made it impossible to think.

He only remembered getting into a fight, then going to find Chen Ya, and then...

A ring shattered, and an old monster calling himself 'Ye Futian' crawled into his head.

Could it be a dream?

Zhou Ran shook his groggy head and turned on the showerhead next to him.

Splash—

Warm water poured over his head, washing away the filth on his body.

An unprecedented sense of lightness spread through his entire body, as if he had shed dozens of pounds of dumbbells.

He wiped the mist off the mirror and looked inside.

Then, he froze completely.

The person in the mirror was him, yet not him!

His facial features had become sharp as if carved by a chisel, and his skin was fair and warm, with an ivory-like luster.

His originally thin muscles were now bulging with defined lines, and eight-pack abs were neatly arranged; every inch of muscle was perfect.

"This muscle detail is a waste if I don't go to the Olympia."

As soon as this thought popped up, Zhou Ran gave a self-deprecating smile.

Damn, I'm already being kept as a sugar baby, why am I thinking about the Olympia?

As his gaze continued to move downward.

He was stunned.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and weighed the heft.

Good heavens!

This is a real tool for making a living!

Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

The sound of splashing water instantly receded.

He heard the family doctor in the living room saying goodbye to Chen Ya.

"President Chen, he should just be overworked. He'll be fine after some rest."

Downstairs in the villa area, two security guards were talking.

"Hey, an ambulance was called to Building One just now. I wonder which boss went overboard again."

"Who cares? Let's just do our jobs."

Zhou Ran opened his eyes!

None of this was a dream!

That old monster named Ye Futian and that 'Yin Yang Art' were all real!

I'm practicing cultivation!

As soon as this thought arose, the 'Yin Yang Art' automatically surfaced in his mind.

Boom!

A scorching flame erupted from his Dantian, turning into a torrent that surged frantically along his brand-new meridians!

A thirst from the depths of his soul exploded instantly!

The domineering 'Yin Yang Art's' first step was to make him develop the most primitive, instinctive craving for Yin Qi!

Just as Zhou Ran was about to be incinerated by this desire.

"Zhou Ran? Are you feeling any better?"

Chen Ya's impatient voice sounded outside the door.

Zhou Ran didn't answer.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would let out a beastly roar.

"I'm coming in."

Seeing there was no movement inside, Chen Ya directly unlocked the door.

Through the hazy mist, she saw that tall body standing under the shower.

She was momentarily stunned.

Then, those phoenix eyes that had seen it all widened bit by bit, filled with disbelief.

Water slid down his well-defined muscles, passed over his chiseled abs, and disappeared into the depths of the dense mist.

Under the light, his skin radiated an alluring luster like mutton-fat jade.

That face was so handsome it made her heart skip a beat.

Especially those eyes, flashing with a red light that made her heart palpitate, as if they wanted to swallow her whole!

"You... what kind of medicine did you take, kid?"

Chen Ya was completely dumbfounded; she originally thought Zhou Ran had taken something he shouldn't have to spice things up.

But this effect...

"How is it better than me flying to Switzerland for a full-body SPA?!"

These words were like a match thrown into the oil field inside Zhou Ran's body.

Deep in his eyes, an eerie red light flashed and vanished.

"Babe..."

Zhou Ran spoke, his voice full of suppressed raspiness.

"Hmm?"

Chen Ya hadn't reacted yet.

In the next second, she only felt a blur before her eyes.

Zhou Ran, who was originally three meters away, appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye!

"Let me feel big sister's 'chess skills'!"

"Wait, kid, I've never..."