Ling Haoran spent three whole days bungee jumping at the Star-Picking Platform, and he lost count of how many times he experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death.
All that is known is that he vomited blood incessantly, almost vomiting up his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, before finally passing out as he wished.
After waking up, the even more unbearable hunger and the panic of feeling like you were all alone in the world began.
Logically speaking, his body had already abstained from grains, so no one would bring him food.
But Qi An knew that this guy was a big fan of enjoying himself and would never miss a meal.
Now, floating at an altitude of 10,000 meters, with only air in sight, and unable to exchange anything from the system shop due to the lack of favorability points.
Fu Gui, that wicked fellow, would often hide next to him, munching on pork knuckles and roast chicken, and even insanely eating hot pot.
The aroma wafted over, making him so hungry he felt like his heart was burning, his vision was blurry, and he wished he could cut off a piece of his own flesh and eat it.
Qi An set up a barrier here, so no matter how much he stirred things up, no one could hear the slightest sound and assumed that he was reflecting on his mistakes.
Next, Fu Gui was responsible for keeping an eye on Ling Haoran and occasionally giving him some stimulation, while Qi An used the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade Marrow to repair his soul after refining it.
A month later, when the old sect leader finally remembered Ling Haoran, this grandson was almost driven mad by the torment.
The old sect leader ordered his men to throw him back to Biyun Peak, seal off the entire mountain, and force him to devote himself to seclusion, forbidding him from leaving the mountain until he broke through a higher realm.
This is variable related confinement.
The old sect leader meant well, after all, he was his disciple, and he wanted him to calm down and cultivate, and correct his mindset.
Ling Haoran was unconvinced. Ye Ran had already left Biyun Peak, so half of his previous plan was ruined.
But it doesn't matter. He has the script and can seize Ye Ran's opportunity in advance. The ten-thousand-year-old ice jade marrow is just an accident, and there's plenty of time in the future.
Once he obtains other opportunities and inheritances, he will slaughter the entire Tianxuan Sect and kill that old codger.
And those two little bitches, Ye Ran and Ye Zhen, let's see how he plays them to death.
Ling Haoran sat atop Biyun Peak, one wicked idea after another popping into his head, plotting to sneak down the mountain to seize an opportunity.
Suddenly, a giant eye appeared in the sky, with a blood-red pupil and rapidly spinning vortexes around it.
Those eyes seemed to have a magical power; Ling Haoran found himself staring at them without even realizing it, as if he were bewitched.
The system sensed something was wrong and was about to issue a warning when suddenly a huge suction force pulled Ling Haoran into his eyes.
The eye blinked once, then closed and gradually disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed.
Two little girls suddenly appeared where Ling Haoran had been standing; they were Qi An and Fu Gui.
Fu Gui asked curiously, "Sister An'an, what was that just now? Where did that grandson go?"
Ata smugly answered, "Tch, you country bumpkin, you don't know this, do you? This is a new illusion created by the boss, called the Inner Demon Hell."
Fugui pouted, tugged at Qi An's sleeve, and said aggrievedly, "Sister An'an, you're being unfair to me. You didn't even tell me."
Ata added fuel to the fire: "My boss is my best friend, why would I tell you?"
Fugui felt even more aggrieved, rubbing her little head against Qi An's shoulder: "Sister An'an, you've already taken my dowry money, you can't abandon me after using me."
Ata snapped, "You rich bastard, what are you doing? Take your dog head off my boss!"
Qi An first pushed Fu Gui away by sticking out a finger against her head, then flicked her forehead with a flick that made Ata clutch her forehead and shut up. Only then did the two of them stop.
Qi An crossed his arms and said proudly, "The Inner Demon Hell is actually a dual illusion combining the inner demon and the eighteenth level of hell. I have only just figured it out, and Ling Haoran is the first test subject."
Fu Gui's eyes widened: "Sister An'an, do you mean that in that illusion, he was tormented by his own inner demons and also suffered the tortures of the eighteen levels of hell?"
“That’s right, and in the illusion, he wasn’t Ling Haoran, he wasn’t anyone else, he was just himself, and all the torture and torment directly affected his soul,” Qi An added.
"Amazing, Sister An'an, you're amazing!"
Fu Gui's eyes sparkled, and his gaze toward Qi An was one of undisguised admiration.
Fugui is a simple and brutal beast. He only ever has two ways of dealing with enemies: either tear them to pieces and swallow them whole or swallow them whole.
Sister An'an is truly amazing. Look at her innovation and her drive. No wonder she's so rich.
After throwing Ling Haoran into the Inner Demon Hell, Qi An focused on cultivation every day, frantically absorbing spiritual energy with his Heavenly Yin Body and converting it into spiritual power.
Fu Gui initially wanted to relax, but after seeing Qi An meditate for months on end, and even that little brat Ata changing his usual lazy ways and starting to cultivate seriously, he became more interested.
Fu Gui felt a sense of crisis, and suddenly the braised pork knuckle in his hand no longer tasted good.
People who are more capable than her are also more hardworking, so she felt embarrassed to continue lying down.
Besides, that brat Ata already harbored resentment towards her because of Liangzi from their first meeting, and he would seize every opportunity to make trouble for her.
If she surpasses me in cultivation level in the future, will there still be room for her to stand in wealth and honor next to Sister An'an?
No, roll it up.
As a result, Fugui was forced to start studying hard as well.
Qi An sensed that Fu Gui had secretly sat down next to her, and she found it amusing. So this is how involution comes about.
The old sect leader secretly observed them several times, and each time he saw the two little girls sitting side by side, intently absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. He left with a heart full of satisfaction and a smile.
He then sent the two of them various top-grade pills and rare herbs, and increased Fugui's allowance several times over.
Good children who work hard deserve a reward.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Ran and Ye Zhen are almost thirteen years old.
After three years of diligent cultivation, Qi An's soul repair project has finally made substantial progress, and Fu Gui and Ata's cultivation levels have also improved considerably.
At this moment, the opportunity for the chosen one in the original text to explode was about to arrive, so Qi An and Fu Gui asked the old sect leader if they could go down the mountain to travel.
The old sect leader initially refused outright, so the two of them turned their backs and briefly demonstrated their strength to the old man.
Qi An still remembers how the old man's eyes widened like copper bells, followed by wild joy. He hugged the two girls tightly, his smile revealing his teeth.
Then the two maids pushed him away in disgust.
That same day, the two bid farewell to the old sect leader and descended the mountain.
"Boss, I wonder how that bastard is doing in the illusion. Let's go check on him."
"Oh right, I almost forgot about that guy. Sister An'an, let's go take a look."
Qi An also wanted to know how powerful his illusion was, so he cast a spell to open the illusion, and the two of them flashed inside.
As soon as they entered, they heard a agonizing scream that sounded like both a human and a ghost. The screams were so shrill and terrifying that they were even more horrifying than what Fugui had heard in the real eighteen levels of hell.
In the blood-red and gloomy purgatory, there are all kinds of cruel tortures that can terrify evil spirits.
Such acts include being subjected to tortures like being boiled in boiling oil, skinned and deboned, having one's tongue pulled out and eyes gouged out.
There is also something that haunts him most in his life, something that he can never find peace of mind for.
Even the ancient ferocious beast Fugui felt a chill run down his spine upon entering.
Fortunately, she was wealthy, intelligent, and pragmatic, and became one of Sister An'an's own people.
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