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

Chen Yunhe transformed into a beam of red light and was sucked into the Cauldron of All Things, causing the cauldron to tremble violently a few times.

"Let me out! Kid, do you know who I am?"

Shen Yifei patted the cauldron. "I know, Elder Wugen of the Golden Crow Sect."

"Let me out! Kid, do you know how many people the Golden Crow Sect has? If you lay a finger on me, the entire Golden Crow Sect will fight you to the death!"

Shen Yifei laughed loudly, "Elder Chen, you're still being stubborn even in this state? Your crotch has been bitten, and you're still talking about body hair!"

When Chen Yunhe's sore spot was touched, he fell silent, mainly because it hurt!

The little monster's bite was so cunning that it not only tore off the food but also ripped off the surrounding tendons. No matter how strong the physical body of a half-step Mahayana cultivator was, it couldn't withstand the beast's teeth.

Bai Lu asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

"This old man's cultivation is quite good; refining this pill should improve his cultivation level!"

"You want to refine him into a human pill?" Leng Shanyue's eyes widened in surprise. "Do you know that refining a human pill will create karmic obstacles, and the heavenly lightning will be even more intense during the tribulation?"

Leng Shanyue's voice wasn't loud, but Shen Yifei could tell that the fox wasn't trying to persuade him, but rather warning him of the consequences.

Shen Yifei patted the Myriad Things Cauldron. Inside the cauldron, Chen Yunhe was still cursing, cursing very rudely, repeating the same few sentences over and over again, such as "The Golden Crow Sect will not let you go" and "You wait, kid."

"A sinful karmic debt?" Shen Yifei chuckled. "Don't I already have enough sinful karmic debts? One more won't make a difference, and one less won't make a difference either."

Bai Lu didn't care. "If you want to refine it, then refine it. Stop talking nonsense. Keeping this old man around is just asking for trouble. Putting him back will only cause more problems."

Leng Shanyue didn't speak again. She glanced at Shen Yifei, her eyes holding a different meaning, but she didn't say it aloud.

Shen Yifei knew Leng Shanyue's worries, so he wasn't in a hurry to refine it. He put the Myriad Things Cauldron into his storage ring first. "Let's go, let's find a place to rest first."

Just as Shen Yifei was about to leave, he cried out in pain. Seven or eight of his ribs were broken, and he was in pain whenever he moved.

He looked down at his chest, which was covered in bruises, with blood stasis spreading beneath the skin.

Bai Lu walked over and placed her hand on his chest. A cool sensation seeped into her palm, circling the broken ribs. The broken bones aligned, and the bruising dissipated. But the bones were still broken, only now they were aligned neatly.

"Your physique is indeed robust." Bai Lu withdrew her hand. "You're probably the first person in the Nascent Soul realm to survive a single palm strike during the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm."

Shen Yifei moved his shoulder, and the broken bone cracked twice, making him gasp in pain. "That old bastard's forbidden technique was about to expire, and the last strike wasn't powerful enough. If he had struck me when he first activated the forbidden technique, I'd be on the Bridge of Helplessness by now."

Leng Shanyue walked over and looked him up and down. "Where's your little monster?"

Shen Yifei looked around. The little monster was squatting under a tree thirty feet away, still chewing. It was chewing very seriously, its cheeks bulging, and blood dripping from the corner of its mouth.

"I threw up," Shen Yifei shouted.

The little monster looked up at him, then stopped what it was chewing. It looked down at what it was chewing, then looked up at Shen Yifei, its eyes filled with a hint of grievance.

"Spit it out."

The little monster reluctantly opened its mouth, and a bloody mess fell to the ground. It pawed at it a couple of times, pushed the thing aside, and then squatted under the tree, looking at Shen Yifei pitifully with its two eyes.

Bai Lu walked over and took a look. "This little thing bites pretty accurately."

Leng Shanyue turned around. "Could you please stop looking?"

"Look what's wrong?" Bai Lu squatted down and poked the clump with a twig. "A cultivator at the half-step Mahayana stage has tempered his body for seven or eight hundred years. This thing is indeed more robust than the average person's. Look at the texture, layer upon layer, like tree rings."

Shen Yifei walked over, glanced down, and said, "Alright, alright, stop studying it."

Two demon kings at the early Mahayana stage were carrying a boy at the late Nascent Soul stage on their left and right, moving forward like they were carrying a wounded soldier.

"Where to?" Leng Shanyue asked.

"Find a cave. I can't get back to the Qingyun Sect like this."

We walked several miles into the mountains and found a cave.

Bai Lu put him on the ground and reached out to feel the broken bones in his chest.

"Seven ribs, seven broken ribs."

"Only seven?" Shen Yifei grinned. "I thought they were all broken."

"Two more are cracked, but not broken." Leng Shanyue squatted down and placed her hand on his dantian. "His internal organs have shifted, and his nascent soul has shrunk. He'll need to rest for a while."

"How long will it take to recover?"

"With your constitution, it will probably take ten days to two weeks."

Shen Yifei leaned against the mountain wall and let out a long breath.

Bai Lu pressed Shen's hand against his chest, and green demonic power surged from his palm, seeping into the cracks in his broken bones.

Shen Yifei groaned, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.

Leng Shanyue squatted on the other side, placing her hand on his dantian. Demonic power seeped in, slowly unfolding the nascent soul that had shrunk into a ball.

The nascent soul, which was originally shrunken like a walnut, slowly stretched out after being soaked in Leng Shanyue's demonic power, turning back into a palm-sized little person.

The two demon kings worked together quite well, one setting the bones and the other stabilizing the dantian.

Shen Yifei lay there, gasping for breath in pain. "Did you two plan this? One of you treated the top, and the other treated the bottom."

Bai Lu laughed. "You still need treatment down there? Tell me, if you live to be several hundred years old, won't you turn into a tree stump?"

Leng Shanyue glanced at Bai Lu, "Little worm, I've noticed that ever since you lost your virginity, you've become lewd, and every word you utter is vulgar."

"Who's lewd? I'm stating the facts."

"The truth is, you've been getting increasingly out of line lately."

"So what? Unlike you, you're always so prim and proper, but when it comes to actual dual cultivation, you scream louder than anyone else!" Bai Lu retorted confidently.

The two bickered as they treated Shen Yifei's injuries. At first, Shen Yifei felt unbearable pain, but later he felt much better and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Yifei slept for two hours. When he woke up, he felt a soreness in the broken bone in his chest, but it didn't hurt as much as before.

Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue had two jugs of wine in front of them, and each of them had a cup. They drank one cup after another.

"Why didn't you invite me when you two were drinking?"

"My two jugs of wine are none of your business!" Leng Shanyue said, tilting his head back and downing a cup.

Outside the cave, there were already a dozen or so empty wine jugs lying around.

It turned out that Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue stopped arguing after seeing that Shen Yifei had fallen asleep. After healing their injuries, the two took out wine from their storage bags and began a drinking contest.

Shen Yifei leaned against the mountain wall, watching the two demon kings drink. He didn't dare to utter a sound until the last two jugs of wine were finished.

"You two stop drinking, or you'll reveal your true colors!"

Leng Shanyue turned around and smiled at him, "Don't you just like the original form? You and this little worm..."

Bai Lu quickly covered her mouth, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll eat you up."

"Hey you two, stop fooling around! Help me ask this old guy about the Heavenly Evolution Sect!"

Bai Lu and Leng Shanyue put down their wine cups, and Shen Yifei took out the Myriad Things Cauldron. There was no sound inside the cauldron.

Leng Shanyue tapped on the cauldron, and Chen Yunhe immediately started cursing again. After cursing a couple of times, he suddenly said, "If you don't release me, our sect leader will definitely find out! He's at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage and is about to ascend!"