Is there another one hidden in the car?

He had only ever experienced such methods from his master, Mo Yunhai.

That was spiritual power, something only mastered after one could freely control their internal energy, clear all the body's acupoints, and step into the ranks of a Land Immortal!

"Immortal! Please, Immortal, spare my life!"

Xing Lie could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own, preferring to break rather than bend.

"The moment you set your sights on my woman, you were already dead."

"No! You can't kill me! I am a Huajin Great Grandmaster! If I die, the Wuji Sect will never let you off!"

Purple light flickered in Zhou Ran's eyes as he activated the Yin Yang Art.

Reverse Devour!

"What kind of sorcery is this?!

My internal energy, my life essence!"

Xing Lie let out a scream that didn't sound human.

To his horror, he discovered that the internal energy he had cultivated for twenty years, along with the essence of the remaining Natal Gu in his body, was surging into Zhou Ran's body like a flood through an open gate.

His proud strength as a Huajin Great Grandmaster was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this young man's demonic technique.

The purple light in Zhou Ran's eyes flared brilliantly, and true demonic pressure descended without reservation at this moment.

The formations and mists Xing Lie had set up were shattered under this pressure from the soul level.

A few seconds later.

Zhou Ran let go.

Xing Lie, a Huajin Great Grandmaster, had now become a withered corpse with skin clinging to bone, falling straight down.

Peace returned to the hall once again.

Zhou Ran restrained his terrifying demonic aura and turned to walk toward Chen Ya.

He gently untied the ropes on Chen Ya and peeled off the tape over her mouth.

Seeing the red marks on Chen Ya's wrists from the ropes, a hint of apology flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes.

"My fault."

There was no apology, only the most direct admission.

If it weren't for him, the fly that was the Wuji Sect wouldn't have targeted Chen Ya.

Chen Ya's face was pale, and her whole body was still trembling slightly.

But when she saw those dark red eyes in the darkness, all her fear vanished.

She didn't cry or break down; instead, she opened her arms and held Zhou Ran tightly.

"Don't say silly things."

Chen Ya's voice was raspy from her narrow escape, but every word was firm.

"You are an eagle soaring in the highest heavens; your world is destined to be filled with wind and rain."

"Since I chose you, I never intended to live a quiet life in some corner."

She looked up, her fingertips tracing the sharp contours of Zhou Ran's face, her eyes filled with unabashed pride and obsession.

"It's because I'm not strong enough that I've become a burden to you."

Hearing this warmed Zhou Ran's heart.

Just as he was about to speak, Chen Ya's delicate nose twitched slightly as she sniffed his shirt.

Zhou Ran's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no.

"This scent..."

Chen Ya's gaze changed.

It was an aggressive look, like a hunter scrutinizing its prey.

She let go of Zhou Ran, took half a step back, and slowly scanned him with her eyes.

"Chanel No. 5, the classic version."

Her voice returned to its usual laziness, but it carried a cold, piercing edge.

"While I'm here facing swords and shadows for you, you're off enjoying some romance."

Chen Ya reached out her slender hand and slowly smoothed the wrinkles on Zhou Ran's shirt. Her movements were elegant, yet they made Zhou Ran feel a chill on the back of his neck.

"Take me to see her."

The rain gradually subsided, leaving only the water on the eaves dripping down.

Chen Ya linked her arm with Zhou Ran's, her high heels making crisp "tap-tap" sounds on the puddles, each one seemingly stepping in time with Zhou Ran's heartbeat.

The door of the ferrari was pulled open.

The interior light suddenly turned on, clearly illuminating the sensual scene in the back seat.

Xiao Hongli had already woken up, loosely wrapped in a man's suit jacket.

Her long hair was messy, and ambiguous red marks remained on her snow-white skin.

Her eyes were lazy and charming, and her whole being exuded a special charm that only appears after weathering a storm.

Any woman would understand what had just happened here.

Seeing Zhou Ran, a hint of joy first flickered in her eyes.

Just as she was about to call out "Zhou Ran," she suddenly saw Chen Ya standing behind him.

The color drained from Xiao Hongli's face in an instant, only to be replaced by an even deeper flush the next second.

Their eyes met.

The air became a bit awkward at that moment.

Shame, embarrassment, and the distress of being caught by the "official partner" instantly turned this business queen back into a girl who had done something wrong.

She instinctively tightened her grip on the suit jacket and lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Chen Ya's gaze.

Chen Ya just stood there quietly.

No questioning, no anger.

She just looked, her calm gaze scrutinizing the disheveled Xiao Hongli inside the car.

After a long while, she sighed softly.

"Don't catch a cold."

Chen Ya took off her trench coat, leaned into the car, and covered Xiao Hongli's bare legs.

This action made Xiao Hongli snap her head up, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Sister... Sister Ya?"

"Someone died here tonight; it's bad luck."

Chen Ya's tone betrayed no emotion. "Didn't you say? We'll stay at your place."

With one sentence, she left Xiao Hongli no room to refuse, while also providing her a graceful way out.

Xiao Hongli was no fool.

She instantly understood Chen Ya's meaning.

This was both acceptance and a warning.

Gratitude and awe caused her slight jealousy and hostility toward the woman before her to vanish in an instant.

"The Xiao Family always welcomes Sister Ya!"

"Then let's go."

Chen Ya turned, elegantly opened the passenger door, and sat inside.

Zhou Ran watched all this silently, gaining a whole new understanding of Chen Ya's methods.

Subduing the enemy without fighting.

This was a woman truly standing at the top of the pyramid.

...

The ferrari drove smoothly through the night.

Zhou Ran told the whole story of what had happened tonight.

Chen Ya pondered for a moment, looking at the uneasy Xiao Hongli in the rearview mirror, her voice cold.

"Zhou Ran is not a fish in a pond; I cannot keep him to myself alone."

Xiao Hongli looked up, listening intently.

"Tonight's kidnapping wasn't entirely aimed at Zhou Ran.

The Song Family and the Wuji Sect want to tear us apart and devour us one by one."

Chen Ya's words were as sharp as a knife, striking at the core.

"From now on, we are allies."

"Having one more person to help him is better than having one more enemy."

She looked at Xiao Hongli, her eyes filled with an unquestionable authority.

"Hong Li, do you understand what I mean?"

This was no longer about feelings; it was about dividing spheres of influence and establishing an offensive and defensive alliance.

This blunt honesty, laying interests bare on the table, actually caused Xiao Hongli to lower her guard completely.

"Sister Ya, I understand."

Xiao Hongli's gaze regained its usual determination and sharpness.

"From this moment on, all the Xiao Family's resources are at Zhou Ran's disposal."

This "Sister Ya" was said with heartfelt conviction.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve finally appeared at the corner of Chen Ya's mouth.

A fire in the harem?

In the face of absolute interests and a common enemy, it simply doesn't exist.

Three in the morning.

The ferrari drove into the brightly lit Xiao Family Manor.