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

After laughing enough, Liu Mengli floated up from the ground. "Master, that was such a cunning move. In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone put the entire sect in such a state of exhaustion."

Shen Yifei asked, "Were there any who slipped through the net?"

"I'm short your wife."

"Luo Qinghe is in seclusion; let's leave her alone for now."

"However, Master, I'm reminding you, if Luo Qinghe finds out, she'll immediately guess that it was you who did this. Don't forget how you tormented her in your dream on your wedding night."

Shen Yifei thought to himself that Liu Mengli was right. Since he left Qingyun Sect and returned to Hehuan Sect, Luo Qinghe had been in seclusion for cultivation, and it had been almost half a year now.

She could emerge from seclusion at any time, and before she does, we must deal with the Qingyun Sect.

Now that I have the Blood Soul Sect, Jia Shiqi, and the two demon kings of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and if I subdue the Qingyun Sect, I will eventually merge them all together and have the strength to fight against the Golden Crow Sect and the other sects.

Those sects must be his father's killers, or there must be some unspeakable darkness behind them!

With this in mind, Shen Yifei gradually formed a plan. The Golden Crow Sect would be his next target.

That day, Shen Yifei continued refining pills without rest, and Liu Mengli continued creating dreams that night. The disciples who took the pills would have a unique smell on their bodies, making them easier to identify.

The next day, Shen Yifei had already refined more than two hundred pills.

His door was already crowded with people.

After distributing more than two hundred pills, the entrance to Tingzhu Peak finally became quiet.

Shen Yifei closed the door and slumped into a chair. It wasn't that he was tired; the large crowd was just making him feel annoyed.

"Master, you're so tired, could you still help me replenish my spiritual energy tonight?"

"Is that all you've got on your mind?"

"I have a lot on my mind." Liu Mengli counted on her fingers, "First, helping you with chores. Second, sleeping with you. Third, helping you with chores and sleeping with you."

Shen Yifei rolled his eyes.

"Let's take a break tonight. Let those people from the Qingyun Sect bear it all by themselves."

"Okay." Liu Mengli lay down on the bed. "Anyway, they've taken your medicine, so they won't dream tonight. What about tomorrow?"

"Let's keep going tomorrow." Shen Yifei said with his eyes closed. "Let them take their medicine for two days, stop for one day, and then have two days of dreaming. Only by repeating this process can we make them completely dependent on me."

"Master, I will do whatever you say. I will always obey."

Next, Shen Yifei continued refining pills and brewing ginseng soup for Xie Liaochen.

The symptoms of kidney deficiency in the Qingyun Sect gradually lessened, but many people began to show signs of recurring flare-ups.

That morning, before Shen Yifei had even opened his eyes, someone knocked urgently on the courtyard gate.

Shen Yifei put on a coat and pushed open the door. A steward named Zhou was standing at the door, in charge of the affairs of the outer disciples.

Deacon Zhou had dark circles under his eyes and chapped lips; he almost knelt down when he saw Shen Yifei.

"Junior Nephew Shen, do you have any medicine left? I had another dream last night."

"Didn't I give you ten?"

"I took it for seven days, and for three days I didn't have any more dreams. I thought I was fine, so I stopped taking it. But then I started dreaming again." Deacon Zhou's eyes were red. "I...I dreamt that...sigh...I couldn't even walk when I woke up. I took it for another three days, and then I finished the medicine, but I'm not getting better."

Shen Yifei suppressed a laugh and took out a bottle of medicine from his storage ring.

"Keep eating, don't stop this time, eat it continuously for a month."

Deacon Zhou took the medicine bottle, his hands trembling like a leaf.

"How many spirit stones? I'll definitely give them to you this time."

"I said I don't want spirit stones."

Deacon Zhou knelt down with a thud.

"Junior Nephew Shen, from now on you are my father."

"No, no, no, you're messing up the generations!" Shen Yifei helped him up. "Go back and take your medicine."

Deacon Zhou left, expressing his deepest gratitude.

"I must say, your method is truly brilliant." Liu Mengli floated out and sat on the table. "Let them take it for two days and then stop for one day, repeating this cycle. These people can't live without your medicine now."

"It's not the right time yet. We need to keep at it for another half month, until they're completely inseparable. By the way, what's Xie Chen's situation now?"

"That old man is the worst off," Liu Mengli laughed. "We arranged fifteen for him last night. This morning he could barely walk and had to lean against the wall to get to the main hall."

"Fifteen? Aren't you afraid of killing him?"

"He's in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he can hold on. Your ginseng soup is keeping him alive, he won't die."

"Should we make arrangements for him again tonight?"

"Arrange it, twenty today."

Shen Yifei glanced at her.

"Take it easy, don't kill him. If you do, Luo Qinghe won't let me off the hook."

"Okay, okay." Liu Mengli snuggled into his arms. "Replenish my spiritual energy first. We have something important to do tonight."

Shen Yifei sighed.

This isn't raising a helper; it's raising a little demon that drains your yang energy.

The next morning, before Shen Yifei had even woken up, there was already a commotion outside the courtyard gate.

"Junior Nephew Shen! Junior Nephew Shen, something terrible has happened!"

Shen Yifei opened his eyes, and Liu Mengli had already shrunk back into the cauldron.

He put on a coat and pushed open the door. There were five or six elders standing at the door, with Elder Xu in the lead.

"What's wrong?"

"The sect leader fainted this morning!"

Shen Yifei was stunned for a moment.

"Did you faint?"

"Yes, I came out of the bedchamber, took two steps and then tripped and fell face down, knocking out two teeth."

Shen Yifei almost burst out laughing, but he managed to hold it back and pretended to be concerned.

"Let's go...hurry up, let's go see what's going on."

When he arrived at the main peak's sleeping quarters, Xie Liaochen was lying on the bed, his face sallow, his eyes dark, and half of his mouth swollen.

"My dear son-in-law...you...you've come..."

"Sect Master, how are you?"

"My back hurts... I feel weak all over..." Xie Liaochen said as if he had a piece of candy in his mouth, "I did it too hard last night... Why did so many... twenty?"

Xie Liaochen no longer cared about saving face. He had heard that everyone in the Qingyun Sect was sick, and it wasn't just him. So he decided not to hide it anymore.

The surrounding elders exchanged bewildered glances, utterly shocked. No wonder he was the sect leader; to dream of twenty people in one night, and still be alive—it was simply a miracle.

Shen Yifei sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on his wrist.

He pretended to probe the spiritual energy.

"Sect Master, your vital energy is being depleted severely. If this continues, your cultivation will drop."

Xie Liaochen sighed helplessly, "I...I know I'll drop in cultivation level, but...but I really have no choice!"

Shen Yifei thought for a moment.

"How about I set up an array for you, specifically to lock your soul? It's more effective than any restriction."

Xie Liaochen's spirits lifted. "My son-in-law knows formations?"

"I know a little bit about it."

After saying that, Shen Yifei took out dozens of spirit stones from his storage ring and arranged them around Xie Lechen's bed.

Liu Mengli was laughing hysterically inside the cauldron. This guy had no idea about the Bushi formation; he was just fooling people.

As Shen Yifei arranged the items, he muttered incantations and made hand gestures, doing it with great practice.

After he finished arranging them, he clapped his hands.

"Alright. This formation can lock away your soul, so you can sleep soundly tonight."

Xie Liaochen glanced at the spirit stones on the ground with some skepticism, but couldn't detect any fluctuations in the array.

He thought to himself: Could it be that this kid's formation is so advanced that even I can't sense it?

Now, as he reflects on what happened during this period, the more he thinks about it, the stranger it seems.

Why did this problem start happening throughout the Qingyun Sect as soon as Shen Yifei returned? Why is it that this kid alone is able to stabilize the illness, and why is everyone in the sect treating him like an ancestor?

Xie Liaochen wasn't stupid; he was just tormented by this nightmare for the past few days.

There's definitely something fishy about this kid!