The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Shen Yifei leaned against the window, moonlight filtering through the cracks and illuminating the extremely beautiful face of the Demon of Love.

Her fingers were still charred, and the bloodstains on her neck had congealed, like a red thread wrapped around her snow-white neck.

"How can I help?"

"I am the Demon of Love." The Demon of Love took a step forward. "Does my lord know what the Demon of Love is best at?"

"Seducing men?"

"That's the work of a vixen." The Demon of Love curled her lip, her tone tinged with disdain. "What the Demon of Love excels at is weaving threads of love. The feelings of those women in your heart are a tangled mess. I can help you untangle these threads and weave them into a net."

Shen Yifei pressed his dantian, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from the pain. He didn't reply, waiting for the Demon of Passion to continue.

"Why did your golden core crack, young master? It's because three forces were fighting in your dantian. The essence of the snake demon's beast soul, the pure yin energy of the Blood Demon Art, and the extreme cold true energy of the Taiyin Su Nu Scripture—none of them would yield to the other. But if you can weave the threads of emotion in your heart into a net and use those threads to bind these three forces together, they will have no choice but to merge."

Can emotional bonds bind spiritual energy?

"Yes." The Demon of Love's tone was very confident. "The threads of love may look soft, but they are stronger than any binding rope. Think about it, young master, can you sever the feelings those women have for you? No, you can't. Why can't you sever them? Because once the threads of love are woven, they are the toughest thing in the world."

Shen Yifei remained silent for a while. Another sharp pain shot through his dantian, this time causing him to bend over, his hands pressing tightly against his lower abdomen, veins bulging on his forehead. The cracks on his golden core widened, from two to three.

What are your conditions?

"Young master is indeed straightforward." The Demon of Passion squatted down and placed her hand on the back of Shen Yifei's hand. Her hand was icy cold. "My condition is very simple. Young master, let me live in your heart."

"No way." Shen Yifei refused decisively.

"Young master, please be patient and let me finish. When I said 'taking up my heart,' I only meant to use your affections to heal my wounds. The feelings of those women in your heart for you will grow new every day. I will only consume the newly grown feelings, not the old ones. Once my wounds are healed, I will leave."

"How long will it take for your injury to heal?"

"Young master's affections are deep and grow quickly. In three to five years, my heart will be healed."

"Three to five years?" Shen Yifei chuckled. "Do you think I run an inn?"

"My lord, I will not stay for nothing. After I entered your heart, your love will become my love. Whatever you wish to bind with your love, I will bind for you. Whoever you wish to sever your love with, I will sever for you. Whoever you wish to plant your love in your heart, I will plant it for you."

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat. This ability was completely different from Liu Mengli's dream-entering technique. Liu Mengli tormented people in dreams, while the Love Demon manipulated emotions in reality. One controlled dreams, the other controlled emotions; they complemented each other perfectly.

"Can you plant seeds of love in someone else's heart?"

"Yes." The Demon of Love's tone carried a hint of smugness. "This is my specialty. If you take a fancy to a woman, I'll plant a thread of love in her heart, and she'll think of you day and night. At first, she'll only think of you occasionally, then she'll think of you all the time, and eventually she won't be able to live without you. But this takes time; for the thread of love to take root and sprout, it can take anywhere from a month to half a year."

Shen Yifei thought about it and realized that this ability was indeed useful. Although he had many women around him, only Sun Yiran and Liu'er were truly in love with him. As for the others, in Su Wuwang's words, it was a fair trade!

His first thought was of Luo Qinghe, his lawfully wedded wife who had absolutely no feelings for him, and who had even managed to incite hatred in him because of him.

If I manage to return to the Qingyun Sect alive this time, I'll plant the seeds of love in her heart, so that she'll go crazy thinking about me every day she can't see me!

Thinking of this, Shen Yifei agreed, "Okay, I agree. But I have one condition."

"Please speak, young master."

"Once you've taken up residence in my heart, you're not allowed to rummage through my memories without my permission. Last time you transformed into Luo Qinghe and Su Wuwang, you already violated my taboo. From now on, if you want to transform into someone else's face, you must tell me in advance."

The Demon of Love hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "This servant agrees to your request, young master."

"The second condition. While you're recovering in my heart, you have to do things for me. Liu Mengli will manage my dreams, and you'll manage my emotions. The two of you will work together, one inside and one outside, and you're not allowed to fight amongst yourselves."

"I won't fight with that nightmare," the Demon of Love chuckled. "She's the nightmare, and I'm the Demon of Love. We'll keep to ourselves."

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron, sat cross-legged in mid-air, her green eyes staring at the Demon of Love, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Keep to your own business? Who just said they wanted to live in my master's heart? I've already claimed that territory."

"You possess his dreams, I possess his affections. There's no conflict."

"How can it not conflict? Every woman he dreams of has feelings for him. Once you sort out those feelings, the content of his dreams changes. Is that not conflicting?"

The Demon of Passion stood up, facing Liu Mengli. The two women, one floating in mid-air and the other standing on the ground, were three feet apart. Their gazes clashed, like sparks flying from two knives.

Shen Yifei had a headache. One nightmare was enough to give him trouble, and now there was this love demon. If these two women were fighting every day, his mind would turn into a battleground.

"Alright." He stood up, standing between the two of them. "You two, each of you manage one area. Mengli manages Meng, and you manage Qing. Whoever crosses the line, gets out."

Liu Mengli snorted and floated back into the cauldron. The Demon of Love curled his lips, transformed into a wisp of red smoke, and slipped into the wound on Shen Yifei's chest.

Shen Yifei felt as if a block of ice had been stuffed into his heart. The ice swirled around in his chest cavity twice before finding a suitable place and settling down.

Immediately afterwards, a strange power surged from my heart and flowed along my meridians to my dantian.

On the dark golden core, several extremely fine red threads appeared between the three cracks. These red threads, like sewing thread, went in from one end of the crack and came out from the other, sewing the cracks together.

Shen Yifei tried circulating his spiritual energy. His golden core spun around once, but the cracks didn't widen, and the part sewn up by the love threads remained firmly in place. Although the golden core was still cracked, at least it wouldn't continue to shatter, and it didn't hurt as much anymore.

"How do you feel, young master?" The voice of the Demon of Love came from his mind.

"It's alright, the stitches are quite strong, and it doesn't hurt as much now."

"Of course. Your love threads are the toughest I've ever seen. Especially the love threads of that woman in red, they're so thick and long, just those threads alone are enough to sew three cracks."

The woman in red? Yin Wuxie.

Shen Yifei's lips twitched. This surprised him. Shouldn't Sun Yiran's be the thickest?

The Blood Soul Cult leader, who didn't even blink an eye when using living people to refine pills, actually had such deep feelings for him.

It seems that for a man to win a woman's heart, he still needs the skill of persevering like a mule pushing a millstone.