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

The fat cultivator swung a pair of bronze hammers, their heads covered in spikes, which whistled as they struck. The short cultivator thrust his sword from the side, aiming for Shen Yifei's waist.

Shen Yifei turned his foot and slashed horizontally with the Listening Tide Sword. The water ripples on the sword suddenly surged, and the Tide Rising Style was activated.

The first wave of sword energy struck the fat cultivator's bronze hammer, sending the hammerhead flying three feet. The second wave followed immediately, numbing the fat cultivator's hand and nearly causing him to drop the hammer. When the third wave surged up, the fat cultivator was forced back two steps.

The tall, thin man seized the opportunity to slash down with his ghost-head saber. Shen Yifei parried with his sword, and the clash of swords sent sparks flying. The tall, thin man's cultivation level was similar to his, but Shen Yifei's dantian was injured, and the impact of the slash made his arm numb.

The short cultivator's sword came again, this time aimed at his back. Shen Yifei dodged to the side, the tip of the sword grazing his ribs, tearing a gash in his clothes.

The three worked together seamlessly, with one stepping back and another immediately taking their place, giving Shen Yifei no chance to catch his breath.

Although the Tide Rising Technique could force them back, it consumed too much energy. After using it three times in a row, 30% of the spiritual energy in my dantian had been depleted.

The emotional threads on the golden core trembled slightly from the impact of spiritual energy, and the cracks began to ache faintly again.

"Young Master, your Golden Core can't hold on any longer." The Demon of Love's voice carried a hint of anxiety. "If this continues, the threads of love will break."

Shen Yifei ignored her and used another move, the Tide Rising Style, to force the tall, thin man back.

The fat monk seized the opportunity when the man sheathed his sword and smashed his copper hammer down on his head.

Shen Yifei didn't have time to return his sword and could only dodge to the side. The copper hammer smashed into the ground at his feet, sending shards of stone flying. A stone hit his forehead, and blood streamed down his eyebrow.

"Damn it." He wiped the blood from his forehead, took two steps back, and leaned against the tree trunk to catch his breath.

The tall, thin man approached, carrying a ghost-head saber, a confident smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist, hand over your sword, and I'll let you go. We only care about the money, not your life."

Shen Yifei looked down at the Listening Tide Sword in his hand, then at the three people opposite him.

"Are you guys really courting death?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you really don't want your own manhood anymore?"

The tall, thin man paused for a moment, not understanding what he was saying.

Shen Yifei planted the Listening Tide Sword into the ground and summoned the Cauldron of Myriad Things with his divine sense.

The Cauldron of All Things landed on the ground, and the monster on its body opened its eyes. When it saw the three people opposite it, its eyes lit up, its mouth opened wide, and its tongue stuck out as it panted heavily.

"go."

The little monster kicked off with all four legs and darted away in a blur.

Before the fat monk could react, he felt a chill in his groin.

Looking down, he saw a hole in his crotch, blood gushing out. His mouth opened, a scream escaped his throat, the copper hammer fell to the ground, and he knelt down, clutching his crotch.

The short monk turned and ran. The little monster crawled between his legs and bit him.

The short monk ran three steps before realizing something was wrong. Looking down, he saw blood on his crotch. He froze, mouth agape, eyes bulging, and fell straight down without uttering a sound.

The tall, thin man's face turned green.

Seeing the fate of the fat man and the short man, he dared not linger. He tossed the ghost-headed knife behind him and ran away as fast as he could.

The little monster kicked off with all four legs, leaped out, crawled under his crotch, then made a sharp turn, facing him with its mouth open.

"Click."

The tall, thin man ran five steps before feeling the pain. He looked down and saw a hole in his pants between his legs, blood streaming down his thighs. The dagger slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. He bent his knees and knelt down.

Three people, three screams.

Shen Yifei leaned against a tree trunk, blood streaming down his forehead to his chin. He wiped it with his sleeve and walked up to the three of them.

"I told you, you don't care about your own lives."

The tall, thin man clutched his crotch, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak.

Shen Yifei squatted down and patted his face. "Your shopkeeper is really good. He knows how to do business. The map is cheap, and he even gave away some pills!"

These three had no idea what he meant.

Shen Yifei picked up the Cauldron of All Things, placed it on the ground, and infused it with spiritual power.

"Refine".

A suction force pulled the three men inside. The tall, thin man tried to struggle, but the excruciating pain of his genitals being bitten off rendered him powerless, and he was sucked into the cauldron. The fat man and the short man followed closely behind.

A moment later, the stove lid popped open.

Three dark red pills lay inside the cauldron.

Shen Yifei picked them up and examined them. The three pills were of average quality, but their medicinal power was not weak. Two were from the late stage of the Golden Core realm and one was from the middle stage of the Golden Core realm. The pills they produced were enough to push his cultivation level up a notch.

However, after he took it, his cultivation level only improved slightly, which was negligible.

Shen Yifei then realized that pills of the same cultivation level had limited effect on his cultivation, and he would have to be more selective when refining pills in the future.

Once everything quieted down, the Demon of Passion spoke up: "Young Master, is this how you usually refine pills?"

"Otherwise what?"

"In my opinion, alchemy involves throwing medicinal herbs into a furnace and refining them."

"Medicine is medicine, and people are people. Sometimes, people are more effective than medicine."

The Demon of Love fell silent. She recalled the scene in the Blood Soul Cave where Yin Wuxie's split soul shattered her heart with a single palm strike.

At that time, she thought Shen Yifei was just a lucky Foundation Establishment stage kid.

Now she knew that this kid was no pushover. He used living people to refine pills without batting an eye. If she weren't useful to him, she'd probably be lying in the Cauldron of Myriad Things right now.

"Young master, may I ask a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"When you took me into your heart, did you also think that one day when I was no longer useful, you would refine me into something else?"

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron, letting out a gloating laugh: "Scared now? That's just the kind of person my master is. He keeps the useful ones and refines the useless ones. You'd better stay useful, or you'll be next in the cauldron."

"Shut up, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Shen Yifei snapped.

"How could it not be? Back then, you even ate my flesh!" Liu Mengli said angrily.

"He...he ate your flesh?" The Demon of Love asked, his voice filled with horror.

Shen Yifei quickly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, she was just being disobedient back then!"

After a long silence, the Demon of Love said softly, "Young Master, I am not afraid. I just feel that following you will make my days less boring."

Shen Yifei didn't reply and strode into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Along the way, the little monster displayed its great power.

The demonic beasts they encountered, those with low cultivation levels, ran away as soon as they saw Shen Yifei. Those with cultivation levels at the Golden Core stage devoured the small monsters one by one and threw them directly into the furnace to refine demonic cores.

It will distribute them in turns: one to Shen Yifei, one to Liu Mengli, then to the Demon of Love, and finally to itself.

Only then did the Demon of Love understand what Liu Mengli meant. He had kept all the demonic power he obtained from the Shadow Demon for himself and had not thought about the others at all.

But then I thought that there would definitely be plenty of opportunities to make up for it in the future, so I felt at ease eating it.