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

Wu Xingyun's face darkened instantly.

Having lived for eight hundred years, this was the first time he had been publicly challenged by a mere Golden Core cultivator. His five subordinates behind him all turned to look at Shen Yifei, some of them bursting into laughter.

"Little one, do you know who you're talking to?"

Shen Yifei stood behind Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue and slammed the Myriad Things Cauldron to the ground. The monster on the cauldron poked its head out, its eyes fixed on Wu Xingyun's crotch, and it stuck out its tongue and panted twice.

"I know, they're from the Golden Crow Sect, here to steal the flowers."

"Knowing this, you still dare to stand up?"

"I saw the flower first, so there has to be a first-come, first-served rule."

Wu Xingyu walked up from behind, his hands already forming a hand seal beneath his gray robe. He was more taciturn than his brother, but his killing intent was even stronger.

A wisp of black flame condensed at his fingertip. The flame was only the size of a fingernail, yet it distorted and warped the surrounding air.

Leng Shanyue's tail stood up. She recognized the fire. The black flames of the Golden Crow Sect, which specifically burn the soul; even a speck of it could reduce a cultivator's soul to ashes.

"Bai Lu, the black robe is mine, the gray robe is yours. As for the remaining five, let your man figure it out himself."

The dark clouds and the dark rain moved at the same time.

Wu Xingyu clasped his hands together, and a ball of black flame surged from his palms.

After leaving his hand, the black flame suddenly expanded, transforming into a fire crow with a wingspan of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), which swooped down towards Leng Shanyue. Wherever the fire crow passed, the air crackled and popped, and the surface of the stones by the pool began to melt.

Leng Shanyue unfurled all nine of her tails simultaneously, the red light at their tips forming a curtain of light. The fire crow crashed into the light curtain, the black flames and red light tangling together, emitting a hissing sound. She raised her hand, her five fingers transforming into claws, and reached out to grab Wu Xingyun from afar.

Five blood-red claw marks appeared before Wu Xingyun. He dodged three of them, but the remaining two gripped his shoulders firmly. His black robe was torn open in five places, and his flesh was rolled back.

Wu Xingyun attacked Bai Lu from the side. He flicked his wrists, sending out more than a dozen balls of black flame like marbles.

The white dew snake's tail swept across, wiping away every last bit of black flame. The black flame landed on the surrounding trees and rocks, burning whatever it touched, and in the blink of an eye, a black wall of fire rose around the icy pool.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the five Golden Crow Sect disciples at the Nascent Soul stage spread out and surrounded Shen Yifei. The five people's positioning was very deliberate, blocking all escape routes in all directions, and even placing one person above them.

Five Nascent Soul stage cultivators surrounded Shen Yifei. All five were at the early Nascent Soul stage, and none were young; the youngest looked to be over two hundred years old. The Golden Crow Sect's lineup to seize the Nine Heavens Profound Lotus showed their determination to obtain the Cold Pool.

Shen Yifei stood in the middle of the five, his right hand resting on the Listening Tide Sword, his left hand supporting the Myriad Things Cauldron. Normally, a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage facing five Nascent Soul stage cultivators, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move. But all five of them were focused on him, which suited him perfectly.

"Boy, put down the cauldron, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse." The cultivator directly opposite spoke. He was a gaunt old man with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a ball of black flame in his palm.

Shen Yifei grinned.

"Senior, how many years have you been burning with this black flame?"

"For three hundred years, it has been dedicated to burning souls."

"Three hundred years to refine such a small lump?" Shen Yifei continued to draw the group's attention while giving the little monster the order, "Bite, the faster the better!"

The gaunt old man was furious at Shen Yifei's words. The black flame he had painstakingly refined was looked down upon by a mere Golden Core cultivator.

Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes. Before the gaunt old man could react, the little monster kicked off with all four legs and crawled between his legs. With a snap, it was quick and clean.

The gaunt old man glanced down as the black flame slipped from his grasp. He clutched his crotch with both hands and collapsed to the ground. The black flame ignited upon hitting the ground, setting his pants ablaze.

The remaining four people took a step back at the same time.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The little monster emerged from behind the gaunt old man, a bloody mess in its mouth, which it spat onto the ground. Its eyes then turned to the second cultivator.

The second monk was a fat man with a round belly and a belt that cinched his chest. He saw the blood at the little monster's mouth and his face turned pale instantly. He instinctively covered his groin with both hands.

A man's manhood is also the foundation of cultivation. Without it, the progress and accuracy of cultivation will be greatly reduced.

The little monster darted away again. The fat man felt a chill down his groin and looked down to see a hole in his pants. He screamed in pain.

The little monster crawled out from under his crotch and pounced on the third one.

The third cultivator was prepared; black flames formed a wall of fire in front of him. The little monster crashed into the wall, its copper-green scales sizzling as they burned. It sneezed, passed through the fire wall, and took a bite.

The third monk's screams were louder than the first two.

Three of the five cultivators fell in the blink of an eye. The three people lying on the ground didn't even know where this thing came from, let alone that it attacked from such a special location!

All three men rolled on the ground, clutching their groins. The black flames went out of control, turning the edge of the icy pool into a sea of ​​fire.

The remaining two cultivators stood back to back, black flames forming a fire net in front of them. The little monster squatted outside the fire net, tilting its head to look at them, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

Shen Yifei quietly approached the fourth cultivator, carrying the Cauldron of Myriad Things. The cultivator was focused on the little monster and didn't notice Shen Yifei touching his side.

The Cauldron of All Things covered his head. A suction force surged out from the cauldron, pulling him inside.

"No……"

The sound was swallowed by the cauldron's mouth. The person was gone; only black flames flickered in the air for a moment before extinguishing.

The fifth monk turned and ran.

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron and pointed her finger at the back of his head.

The cultivator ran three steps before suddenly stopping, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out. The Nightmare Clan's soul-controlling technique could only trap him for a fleeting moment, but it was enough.

Shen Yifei slammed the Cauldron of Myriad Things onto his head. The fifth cultivator didn't even have time to struggle before being sucked in.

Of the five Nascent Soul stage cultivators, three had their genitals bitten off and were rolling on the ground, while the other two were taken into the Myriad Things Cauldron. The entire process took only a dozen or so breaths.

Shen Yifei, the little monster, and Liu Mengli worked together flawlessly, and none of the five of them could have imagined that a cultivator at the Golden Core stage would possess such skills.

The little monster didn't stop biting; it went up and bit off the necks of the three people rolling on the ground in three bites. Shen Yifei took one bite each and put them into the cauldron.

Although the person is dead, they are still warm, so the effect of alchemy will be somewhat less, but after all, they are at the Nascent Soul stage.

Soon, the Cauldron of All Things trembled, and the lid popped open.

Five pills lay at the bottom of the furnace. Three were dark red, belonging to the three on the ground whose genitals had been bitten off. The other two, a darker color, were directly collected inside.

Shen Yifei picked them up and examined them. He kept two of the darker ones and tossed the remaining three to the little monster. The little monster swallowed them in one gulp, smacked its lips twice, wagged its tail, and looked completely satisfied.

After finishing his work here, Shen Yifei stood aside and watched the two demon kings fight the two old men!