Longevity Family: Let Her Live At The Beginning, Let Her Live

Zhang Ran remained vigilant and focused, staring intently at the malicious woman in front of him. The saint of the Jun family must still have some tricks up her sleeve, and he felt a faint sense of danger.

In an instant, a golden sword aura shot out from the saint's forehead.

"A Soul Formation cultivator's Divine Ability, a soul attack!" Zhang Ran's immense soul power suddenly contracted, forming an absolute defense in his mind.

There were also faint electric currents on it. At the same time, his Nascent Soul was enveloped by a golden bell, a medium-grade spiritual treasure called the Soul-Defying Bell.

To be fully prepared, Zhang Ran quickly retrieved his medium-grade spiritual weapon, the Diamond Pestle, and prepared for defense.

Facing such an attack, Zhang Ran couldn't afford to be careless. Divine Abilities that targeted the soul were already extremely rare, and the ones used by Soul Formation Stage cultivators were even more terrifying. The creator of this divine symbol held a high position in the Jun family and possessed immense power.

The soundless golden sword aura crossed through the void and instantly entered Zhang Ran's mind. Zhang Ran's soul power, comparable to that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, resisted for a while before shattering layer by layer. However, the thunder within it also consumed a significant amount of the golden light.

When the Diamond Pestle touched the golden sword aura, the sword aura trembled slightly. After all, the Diamond Pestle was not a spiritual weapon of the soul type, so it couldn't completely block the attack. However, it still managed to withstand a large portion of the energy.

In the end, the remaining half of the sword aura collided with the Soul-Defying Bell, producing a deafening roar in Zhang Ran's mind.

"Dong!"

The Soul-Defying Bell vibrated and continued to tremble, completely protecting Zhang Ran's Nascent Soul.

However, as the sword aura dissipated, a clear gap appeared on the Soul-Defying Bell. It was evident that the spiritual treasure had suffered severe damage and lost a significant amount of its spirituality. It was likely that it would be completely useless after the next impact.

Zhang Ran's face darkened. This old witch even used a divine symbol crafted by a Soul Formation cultivator. She was truly willing to go to great lengths to kill him. If he were to kill her like this, it would be too easy for her.

"Old witch, today I won't let you die so easily," Zhang Ran said in a low voice. This Divine Ability was definitely not something an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator could craft. Zhang Ran was extremely shocked and furious. If he had made even a slight mistake just now, he might have been finished.

On the other side, Jun Yao's face changed drastically when she saw that Zhang Ran was unharmed. She couldn't believe it. The attack just now was personally crafted by her father over half a year, and its value was equivalent to twenty Soul Refining Pills. It was impossible for a Nascent Soul cultivator to survive.

However, Zhang Ran's soul contained the power of thunder, which far surpassed that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Moreover, he had a spiritual weapon, albeit at the cost of damaging a medium-grade spiritual treasure. It was within a reasonable range for him to withstand this attack.

Boom!

A terrifying energy palm suddenly grabbed towards Jun Yao. At this moment, Jun Yao had no means left. Zhang Ran flashed in front of her and said, "Impressive, the saint of the Jun family indeed has some charm. I want to know, what would the Jun family and the Seventh Prince think if they knew their saint was ridden by thousands and slept with hundreds?"

"Zhang Ran, how dare you! I am the saint of the Jun family. If anything happens to me, the Jun family will never let you go. Even the Great Qian Dynasty won't be able to protect you!" Jun Yao shouted with a distorted expression.

"What do I have to fear? You're trying to kill me. Why wouldn't I do these things?" Zhang Ran grabbed Jun Yao's waist-length hair and lifted her into the air. In an instant, he disappeared, leaving only the sound of Jun Yao's miserable screams as the thunderous power in Zhang Ran's soul tormented her.

Despite the excruciating torture, Jun Yao continued to glare at Zhang Ran with a fierce gaze, shouting, "If you dare to kill me, dreaming! Ahh!" The thunder coiled around her soul, causing her to scream in pain. However, this pain only fueled her hatred towards Zhang Ran. As long as she didn't die, she would definitely destroy the Zhang family.

Zhang Ran sneered repeatedly, "Kill you? Dream on."

Dealing with such a domineering and chaotic woman, it is clear that violence and pain are ineffective. Only the most primitive form of mental torture and unimaginable inhumane events can make her completely obedient. Zhang Ran felt that even if a thousand people rode on her, it wouldn't work. He had to be even more twisted and crazy to make this woman completely submissive.

Meanwhile, Li Qiushui was blocked by Zhang Ran in the Primordial Origin Bowl and couldn't see the situation at the moment.

Zhang Ran took out a red pill emitting a strange fragrance and said, "Taste my latest creation, the Ultimate Version of 'I Love a Piece of Firewood.'"

Only Jun Yao and Zhang Ran knew about her experience that day. There was nothing more miserable and terrifying than the torture she endured.

From then on, Jun Yao became silent and rarely heard of in the Heavenly South Immortal Cultivation Domain. She went back and kneeled to apologize to Yu Yan.

Jun Yao was beautiful and attractive, and she was also a married woman. But Zhang Ran wouldn't accept just any good-looking woman. He wasn't a purely lustful creature; he had principles. The level of malice in this woman had already disgusted him, so it was impossible for him to touch her, especially since she was the mother of his own woman.

Jun Yao was completely determined to kill them both, and she didn't care much about her daughter's life. She only cared about her own reputation, and her selfishness was outrageous.

Zhang Ran didn't want to spare her life, but he had promised Li Qiushui. So he could only resort to inhumane methods to vent his anger.

Zhang Ran put away the Primordial Origin Bowl.

Li Qiushui saw the two figures in the air and noticed Jun Yao standing quietly behind Zhang Ran. She couldn't help but feel surprised and a little nervous. She genuinely feared her own mother.

"Qiushui, come here. She won't bother you anymore," Zhang Ran said softly.

"Husband, what happened to her? Did she really trouble you?" Li Qiushui looked at her mother, who had a vacant look in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask. It was hard to imagine what she had been through. Was this the same domineering and heartless Saintess of the Jun family? Li Qiushui realized that her husband must have done something to subdue her.

"She doesn't see you as a person. Do you still see her as a mother?" Zhang Ran said coldly, almost as if giving an order.

Upon hearing Zhang Ran's words, Jun Yao trembled and immediately put on a smiling face. "No, I'm fine."

Li Qiushui couldn't believe that her strong-willed mother would act like this. She wondered how her husband managed to control her.

Glancing at Jun Yao, Li Qiushui knew that she must have been tortured severely by Zhang Ran. She sighed and said, "Mother, you can leave now."

Jun Yao trembled and said, "I... I'm sorry. When you were thirteen and during the crisis when you were fifteen, I arranged for those people. I'm sorry. I was jealous of your beauty and jealous that Li Canghai only paid attention to you every day..."

Jun Yao muttered to herself, and as she spoke, she recalled the recent events, causing her whole body to tremble.

"I don't want to hear you say these things. I already guessed it was you a long time ago. I don't want to see you anymore," Li Qiushui's voice turned cold. Thinking of her childhood, which was filled with darkness, she couldn't help but feel resentment.

"You can leave now!" Zhang Ran waved his hand. Jun Yao bowed and left with a sorrowful expression. She trembled as she walked away, and it was only when she was far away from Zhang Ran that she dared to take out her flying treasure.

Watching her disappearing figure, Li Qiushui was really curious about what she had experienced. "Husband, the rumors outside say that the Ninth Prince is kind, helpful, humble, and polite. I didn't expect there was this side to you, scaring the most ruthless woman in the Heavenly South Immortal Cultivation Domain."

"Evil people have their own ways of tormenting evil people. I'm just more ruthless than her," Zhang Ran said. He had already planted a slave seal in Jun Yao's sea of consciousness and held a recording of her in his hand. If she dared to have any thoughts against him when she returned, Zhang Ran would shatter her soul without hesitation.

And this recording stone would spread throughout the entire Heavenly South Immortal Cultivation Domain.