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

Chen Yunhe chased after him.

Shen Yifei flew ahead, his speed at the late Nascent Soul stage appearing to Chen Yunhe like a leisurely stroll. But Chen Yunhe wasn't in a hurry to catch up; he wanted to see where the kid was headed.

The demonic aura on Shen Yifei's body was very faint; if he hadn't cultivated a technique to track demonic aura, he wouldn't have been able to see it at all. This demonic aura was exactly the same as the one on the phantom from last night.

Chen Yunhe's lips curled up.

Kid, keep pretending. Didn't you say you were innocent? How do you explain the demonic aura around you?

Shen Yifei wasn't flying very fast, just enough for Chen Yunhe to keep up. Any faster and it would seem deliberate; any slower and it wouldn't look like he was running away. This speed was just right—it looked like he was fleeing in a panic after being discovered, but not so panicked that he lost his mind.

Liu Mengli lay on his back, her invisibility spell activated, barely daring to breathe.

"Master, has that old man caught up yet?"

"Keep up, don't say anything."

Liu Mengli shut her mouth and buried her face in his shoulder.

Shen Yifei could feel her heartbeat. The girl was terrified. The pressure of a half-step Mahayana cultivator was indeed too strong for a Nightmare Demon.

"Don't be afraid," Shen Yifei said in a low voice. "We're closer to the Ten Thousand Mountains. Watch how I teach that old bastard a lesson!"

The two of them, one in front and one behind, spent the whole day running around with Chen Yunhe. Chen Yunhe, however, was quite patient; he wanted to see what kind of background this kid had and what kind of powerful connections he had!

Shen Yifei had already planned it out. There was a wasteland on the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, with no one for miles around, so no matter how fierce the fight was, he wouldn't be seen. More importantly, it was close to Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue; if he couldn't hold out, he could crush the scales and they would be there in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yunhe watched Shen Yi fly towards the Ten Thousand Mountains from behind, and felt a sense of unease.

This kid wants to escape into the Ten Thousand Mountains, which is the territory of the Demon King. He also heard Xie Chen say that this kid has obtained some kind of opportunity in the Ten Thousand Mountains. If he runs in, it will be really hard to catch him.

Chen Yunhe sped up; he absolutely couldn't let him enter the Ten Thousand Mountains!

Shen Yifei felt the pressure behind him suddenly surge. He turned around and saw Chen Yunhe had transformed into a streak of black light and was chasing after him, three times faster than before.

"The old man's done playing." Shen Yifei cursed, unleashing his full spiritual energy and rushing forward with all his might. Liu Mengli dared not stay outside any longer and returned to the cauldron.

The speed difference between late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and those at the half-step Mahayana stage is too great.

Three li, two li, one li.

Chen Yunhe's voice came from behind, like a thunderclap.

"Kid, don't run away."

Shen Yifei ignored him and flew forward with his head down.

The mountains ahead grew increasingly dense, and the black mountain range surrounding the Hundred Thousand Mountains was now visible. Flying another three hundred miles, we would enter the Demon King's territory.

Chen Yunhe was clearly aware of this as well.

He increased his speed even further, closing the distance to within a hundred feet.

"I told you to stop right there!"

He struck out with his palm.

The golden spiritual energy transformed into a hand over ten feet in size and slapped towards Shen Yifei's back.

Shen Yifei couldn't dodge. The attack from a half-step Mahayana cultivator was too fast; he didn't even have time to turn around.

He gritted his teeth, gathered his spiritual energy in his back, and took the blow head-on.

"Bang!"

Shen Yifei flew forward like a cannonball for a hundred feet, did more than a dozen somersaults in the air, and then crashed into the woods below.

He crashed into seven or eight trees, creating a large crater in the ground.

Shen Yifei lay in the pit, a large piece of his clothes torn on his back, revealing a bluish-purple handprint.

He spat out the mud in his mouth and pushed himself up from the ground.

He looked down at his chest; the bones weren't broken, and his internal organs weren't injured. His back, however, was throbbing with pain, like he'd been slapped with a red-hot iron plate.

Chen Yunhe landed in front of him, and when he saw him stand up, he frowned slightly.

"This kid is indeed a bit strange. He took a palm strike from me and was still able to stand up?"

He used 30% of his power in that palm strike. 30% of the power of a half-step Mahayana cultivator should have been enough to turn a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator into a pulp. Even if he didn't die, he would have been crippled.

"Elder Chen, it seems you and your junior brother are both a bit weak. You think you can kill me with this little bit of strength? You underestimate me too much."

Chen Yunhe narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of armor are you wearing?"

Shen Yifei pointed to his exposed skin. "Look, what kind of armor am I wearing?"

Chen Yunhe sneered, "Then let's try again."

He struck out with his palm again, this time using half his strength.

Shen Yifei felt a tightness in his chest and slid backward for more than ten feet, his feet carving two furrows in the ground.

He looked down and saw that his clothes were torn and his chest was red, but his bones were not broken.

Chen Yunhe's expression changed.

This kid is strange. Even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator would cough up blood after using only 50% of his power, but he, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, withstood it and is still standing.

"What exactly are you?"

"I am your father."

Chen Yunhe's face darkened.

In all his years of life, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. With a flick of his finger, a streak of black flame shot out, heading straight for Shen Yifei's face.

The black flames were incredibly fast, and Shen Yifei had no time to dodge them before they slammed into his face.

Chen Yunhe sneered. The black flames of the Golden Crow Sect, the black flames of a half-step Mahayana cultivator, would turn anyone who touched them to ashes.

However, he saw Shen Yifei wipe his face. He wiped away the soot, revealing a complete face. A few strands of hair were singed, but his eyebrows were fine, and there wasn't even a blister on his skin.

"Elder Chen, your black flames seem to be inferior to those twin brothers!"

"Did you injure the Wu Xingyun brothers?" Chen Yunhe recalled the twin brothers being injured in the Ten Thousand Mountains!

Shen Yifei neither admitted nor denied it. He took the Myriad Things Cauldron out of his ring. Before he could speak, the little monster on the cauldron roared and leaped out!

The little monster has been cooped up for a while now, and Shen Yifei doesn't dare to let it out. The guy has obviously grown two sizes bigger, and now it's like a bull.

The first thing it did after landing was to look back at Shen Yifei, its tail wagging like a windmill. In its mind, the fact that it hadn't been let out for a while meant that it had done something wrong and was begging for Shen Yifei's forgiveness.

"Get to work." Shen Yifei pointed at Chen Yunhe.

The little monster turned its head, its eyes fixed on Chen Yunhe, then its eyes kept moving downwards, and drool dripped from its mouth.

Chen Yunhe frowned.

Where did this thing come from? He had never seen anything like it before. Its aura wasn't very strong; it wasn't demonic or monster-like, but there was something about it that made him uneasy.

The little monster seemed to realize that Chen Yunhe was very strong. Instead of pouncing on him directly, it circled around him. It wasn't fast, but every step it took was in Chen Yunhe's blind spot.

Chen Yunhe struck out with his palm, but missed. The little monster changed direction and spun around. Chen Yunhe struck out three more times, but all three times he missed.

As he struck out with his fourth palm, the little monster darted under his feet.

Take a bite out of the calf.

Chen Yunhe groaned and looked down to see a large chunk of flesh missing from his calf, with blood trickling down his trouser leg.

The little monster, with a piece of meat in its mouth, squatted ten feet away, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Chen Yunhe's face turned pale. He hadn't suffered such an injury in years, and today he couldn't even dodge the attack of a monster!