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

Shen Yifei held the Myriad Things Cauldron in his hand, and the monster on the cauldron opened its mouth to its maximum and bit at the skull.

"You're insane!"

Bai Lu reached out to grab him, but grasped at empty air.

Shen Yifei had already rushed to the area directly beneath the skull.

He lifted the Cauldron of All Things upwards. The monster's mouth emerged from the cauldron, transforming into a gaping maw larger than a skull, which bit down on the skull's chin.

"Click."

The skull's jaw was bitten off. Black flames spewed from the cracks, drenching Shen Yifei.

His clothes burned away instantly. His skin hissed from the black flames, and large patches of his skin were charred black.

But he didn't let go.

The Cauldron of All Things gripped the skull tightly, tearing at it like a mad dog.

The skull began to crumble. Cracks started at the chin and spread upwards. Black flames spewed from the cracks, like a furnace about to explode.

The monster's two heads screamed simultaneously.

The skull is connected to their soul. If the skull is bitten off, it's like the soul has been bitten.

"Let go! Let go! You fucking let go!"

Shen Yifei did not loosen his grip.

His entire body was burned beyond recognition by the black flames. Every visible part of him was burned away. In some places, the black flames burned through the flesh, exposing the bone underneath.

Fortunately, his physique was extraordinary; otherwise, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

"Swallow it."

A deafening roar erupted from the monster's throat. Its mouth snapped shut, and the skull was bitten to pieces.

The monster swallowed the fragment whole, and simultaneously spat out a mouthful of black blood from both of its heads.

Shen Yifei fell from the sky, and the Cauldron of All Things slipped from his hands, rolling twice on the ground.

Bai Lu caught him.

Shen Yifei's body looked like a piece of charred charcoal; his skin had burned away, revealing dark red flesh underneath, still covered in remnants of black flames and burning.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were unfocused, but the corners of his mouth were still turned up.

"Those two heads... are fucking ugly..."

Before he could finish speaking, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Bai Lu held him, her hands trembling. She pressed her hands against his chest, desperately trying to channel her spiritual energy into his body. But the energy leaked out from his burned meridians and couldn't be retained at all.

"Stop pouring it in." Leng Shanyue walked over and squatted down, reaching out to examine Shen Yifei's dantian. "His golden core isn't broken, but seventy percent of his meridians are burned. He can't retain spiritual energy; no matter how much you pour in, it will leak out."

Leng Shanyue took out a pill from her storage bag and put it into Shen Yifei's mouth. The pill dissolved, and a cool medicinal power flowed through his limbs and bones. The black flames were suppressed by the medicinal power and temporarily stopped spreading.

The monster's two heads stared intently at Shen Yifei.

The skulls were swallowed, and their souls were severely damaged; their reunion wouldn't last much longer.

"Let's go," Wu Xingyun said through gritted teeth.

The monster turned and charged into the forest. After running for about ten paces, its body began to disintegrate. Its two arms detached from its shoulders, falling to the ground and turning into black liquid.

As they rushed out of the forest, their combined form completely disintegrated. Wu Xingyun and Wu Xingyu separated, both covered in blood, and helped each other disappear into the depths of the dense forest.

Bai Lu didn't chase after him. She hugged Shen Yifei, her hand still pressed against his chest.

My heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker.

Is there any hope for him?

"Yes! The Nine Heavens Mystic Lotus will do."

Leng Shanyue stood up and walked to the edge of the pool. The lotus in the center of the pool was still closed, and the golden light at the edges of the petals was slightly brighter than before, forming a semi-circle. It was still a little short of forming a complete circle.

"The flowering season is just a day or two away; I don't know if he can hold on until then."

"He can definitely hold on! I believe in him!"

Bai Lu carried Shen Yifei to a flat rock by the pool and took out an outer robe from her storage bag to place under his head.

Leng Shanyue stood by and watched, only speaking after Bai Lu finished her work.

"What exactly is your relationship with him?"

Bai Lu didn't look up. She placed her finger on Shen Yifei's brow and transferred strands of her spiritual energy into him.

The spiritual energy she channeled leaked out of her burned meridians, even faster than she channeled it, but she didn't stop.

Leng Shanyue flicked her tail. "You, a snake demon at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, slept with a Golden Core stage brat and then risked your life to save him? Bai Lu, you've broken your four-hundred-year-old lustful nature, haven't you lost your mind?"

Bai Lu raised her head, the moonlight shining on her face, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"When he took my virginity, the lust within me nearly burned him to death, but he didn't flinch at all. If he had flinched even a tiny bit, you wouldn't be able to see me now!"

Leng Shanyue remained silent.

She'd seen too many men who talked a good game, but when it came to a life-or-death situation, they'd run away faster than anyone else.

For a mere Golden Core cultivator to withstand the backlash of a Nascent Soul stage serpent demon's lustful nature without receding is no longer a matter of courage.

The two women stood guard over a piece of charcoal, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom.

At that moment, Shen Yifei heard someone calling him in the darkness.

"Young master... young master, wake up."

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were sewn shut, and he couldn't open them at all.

"Young master, let me show you something."

Shen Yifei recognized the voice as that of the Demon of Love!

He felt the cold, hard thing in his chest move slightly. A wisp of red thread emerged from his heart and flickered before his eyes.

A red thread appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

He stood in a vast, white space, a place he had never been before.

A small courtyard, with blue bricks and black tiles, had a jujube tree growing in it. A woman squatted under the tree, her back to him, her dark hair reaching her waist. She was picking something up from the ground.

Shen Yifei walked up behind her.

"Who are you?"

The woman didn't turn around. She wiped the things she had picked up clean on her skirt.

Shen Yifei looked closely and realized it was a jujube.

"Mom, are the dates sweet?" a child's voice came from inside the house.

Shen Yifei turned his head and saw a three- or four-year-old boy standing at the doorway. He was barefoot, his face was dirty, and he was holding a tree branch in his hand.

"Sweet." The woman stood up and handed the date to the child. "Eat it."

When the woman stood up, the wind blew her hair aside, and Shen Yifei could see her face clearly.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with an indescribable allure in her eyes and brows, yet her expression was gentle; her eyes were blood red.

Shen Yifei wanted to get closer to see clearly, but the image suddenly shattered.

He was standing on a mountain.

The mountain wasn't high, and there was a grave halfway up it. Kneeling in front of the grave was a child, about seven or eight years old, dressed in mourning clothes.

The woman stood beside him and said, "Your father sleeps here. Remember this place. Come and burn paper money for him every year on this day."

The child didn't cry. He knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times, and then stood up.

"Mother, how did my father die?"

"He was murdered."

"Who?"

The woman did not answer.

The video stopped there.

"My lord, I can only extract this little bit of memory from this thread of love..."

Then, the Demon of Love fell silent.

Shen Yifei suddenly opened his eyes.

Leng Shanyue's tail was poking his face, and the furry tip of the tail was stuffed into his nostril.

"Achoo..."

He sneezed, and all the wounds on his body tore open at once, causing him to arch his back in pain, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"Awake?" Leng Shanyue retracted her tail, wiping the tip on her skirt with a look of disgust. "Bai Lu has been watching over you for a whole day and night, and just closed her eyes. Don't make a fuss, let her sleep for a while."

Shen Yifei turned his head away. Bai Lu was asleep on a rock by the pool. Her face was pale, her lips were dry, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

The demon king, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Realm, transferred spiritual energy to him until he was completely exhausted.

"How long did I sleep?"

"A day and a night." Leng Shanyue held up one finger. "You're really tough to wake up with such a high fever."