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

The next day, Shen Yifei got up very early.

It wasn't that he was diligent; it was that Liu Mengli had been chattering away in his head all night.

"Master, who did you dream about?"

"Master, why did you set up a tent?"

He pushed open the door of the stone house. The fog on the top of Cangwu Mountain had not yet dissipated, and everything was covered in white mist with visibility of less than ten feet.

There was a chill in the mist, caused by the demonic energy emanating from the demonic vein mixed in with the mist, which was not very comfortable for cultivators. However, the few wisps of black energy in his dantian were quite active, wriggling around like pigs rooting for food.

"Calm down." Shen Yifei patted his dantian, and the few wisps of black energy behaved for a couple of breaths before starting to surge again. Shen Yifei could feel them absorbing the demonic energy.

He couldn't be bothered with it anymore and started walking up the stone steps. Yesterday, when Song Hongliao took him around, he only got a general idea and had to take a closer look today.

The main peak is in the center, towering into the clouds. Seven side peaks extend from the main peak in all directions, spreading out in a fan shape, like an open half-fan.

On each of the peaks, there is a cluster of buildings; some are well-preserved, some have collapsed, and some are only the foundations remaining.

Shen Yifei walked slowly, looking around as he went.

He first climbed the first sloping peak on the left.

Above is a courtyard with an exquisite layout, featuring artificial hills and ponds. It was probably where the core disciples of the Tianyan Sect lived back then.

The courtyard is now empty, the doors and windows are rotten, the roof is overgrown with grass, the pond is dry, and the bottom of the pond is full of rotten leaves.

He pushed open the door to a room, and a musty smell hit him. There was a thick layer of dust on the floor, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls had rotted away, leaving only the scrolls.

I looked around but didn't find anything of value.

He then climbed the second sloping peak on the left.

This is a training ground, a square several hundred feet in size, paved with bluestone slabs, with wild grass growing in the cracks. At the end of the square stands a row of wooden dummy stakes, almost completely rotten, swaying in the wind.

Shen Yifei stood in the center of the square, closed his eyes, and sensed the atmosphere. In the heyday of the Tianyan Sect, this place must have been filled with disciples, practicing together every morning, swords flashing, shouts echoing through the heavens. Now, only wild grass and the sound of the wind remained.

The third peak has a scripture pavilion, and the fourth peak has a mythical beast garden...

Shen Yifei had observed the area carefully as he walked, but found nothing except that it was a large place.

If we could take over this place, move the Qingyun Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Xuehun Sect here, each occupying a secluded peak, so that they wouldn't interfere with each other but could still support one another.

The main peak will be reserved for the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. Gu Yunyan is not someone to be trifled with; we'll deal with her for now. We'll discuss the merger after he finishes his dual cultivation with Gu Yunyan and establishes a proper relationship. We must proceed step by step; there's no need to rush.

He stood on the stone steps leading from the mountaintop to the mountainside and looked down. The white mist had mostly dissipated, and the scenery below was much clearer.

Several figures were moving along the path in the distance.

They were all women, in twos and threes. Shen Yifei counted them and could see about ten.

He squinted and looked at it for a while.

These women weren't particularly voluptuous. They had slim waists, long legs, and what they all had in common was that their chests were flat. Shen Yifei felt they were similar to Green Ivy.

Apart from Gu Yunyan, it seems that everyone else in the entire Tianji Pavilion is underdeveloped.

After giving Green Ivy a massage yesterday, Shen Yifei had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

The cultivation techniques practiced at Tianji Pavilion are flawed!

The demonic essence itself is cold and yin. If one absorbs demonic essence with many impurities for a long time, the coldness will accumulate in the body, eroding the meridians and inhibiting the flow of qi and blood.

Women experience blood and qi deficiency every month. When exposed to cold toxins, their bodies naturally become thinner, and the flesh on their chest is consumed by the cold toxins, leaving them with only a semblance of shape.

This was a good opportunity for him to make his move.

These women are all plagued by cold poison. Despite years of cultivation, their cultivation level has not improved, and their health is deteriorating. If he could help them clear their meridians and expel the cold poison, and then tailor-make magic pills for them, they would eventually be at his mercy.

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion had only a few dozen people. He managed to win them over one by one, taking down most of them. The rest would be easy. No matter how capable Gu Yunyan was, she was surrounded by his women; what could she do?

When the time comes, if the merger is mentioned to Gu Yunyan, all her subordinates will agree, and even if she is unwilling, she won't be able to say anything.

The more Shen Yifei thought about it, the more reliable it seemed. It could... and it could... As he thought about it, he unconsciously started humming a little tune.

When Shen Yifei returned to the stone house, Song Hongliao was already waiting at the door.

She wore a dark blue dress today, her ponytail still tied high, and the two short knives were tucked into her waistband. She frowned when she saw Shen Yifei coming down the mountain.

"Where did you go so early in the morning?"

"I took a walk. The scenery at Cangwu Mountain is quite nice, so I wandered around a bit."

"Why are you turning this around? Didn't I tell you not to look at things you shouldn't see?"

Shen Yifei walked up to her. "I've noticed some issues. All the female disciples of your Heavenly Mystery Pavilion are quite pretty, but they're all too thin. Look at you, you don't even have the shape of a chest!"

Song Hongliao glared at him. "None of your business!"

"I'm an alchemist, so I'm quite sensitive to this kind of thing. Is the cultivation method you practice leaning towards the yin and cold aspects?"

Song Hongliao didn't speak, but her eyes flickered.

"I noticed this yesterday when I was clearing Green Ivy's meridians. She has a lot of cold toxins in her body, and her meridians are severely blocked. Do you also often feel that your hands and feet are cold, especially around midnight, when the cold energy spreads from your lower abdomen to your limbs?"

"Don't change the subject. I'm here to ask you about tonight's alchemy, not to have you treat my illness."

"Let's continue refining tonight. I refined a batch of low-grade ones yesterday, and I'll try to refine a batch of mid-grade ones today." Shen Yifei pushed open the door of the stone house. "Come in and sit down? Shall I show you?"

"No need." Song Hongliao stood at the door without moving. "I just came to ask you, what time is it tonight?"

"It's still midnight. Have your two junior sisters come too; they coordinated well yesterday."

Song Hongliao turned to leave, but stopped after taking two steps.

"Can you really help people clear their meridians?"

"What's the difference between true and false? Didn't Green Ivy tell you when she got home yesterday?"

Song Hongliao fell silent.

Green Ivy did tell me last night that Shen Yifei helped her clear her meridians, making her cultivation much smoother and relieving the tightness in her chest.

She hadn't taken it seriously at the time, but now that Shen Yifei had brought it up, she was starting to have some thoughts.

She also cultivates, but is also troubled by the cold poison. Her hands and feet are always cold, and when she feels most uncomfortable, it feels like she has a block of ice in her dantian.

"Come in." Shen Yifei stepped aside to let him in. "It won't take you long."

Song Hongliao bit her lip and stepped into the stone house.

She stood in the center of the room, her hands behind her back, her eyes fixed on the ground, not looking at Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei dragged a chair over and placed it in front of her. "Sit down."

Song Hongliao sat down, her back ramrod straight, her hands resting on her knees.

Shen Yifei squatted down and took her wrist.

Song Hongliao's arm stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Shen Yifei pressed his thumb against the inside of her wrist, just like Green Ivy had done yesterday.

"Your cold poison is quite severe." Shen Yifei looked up at her. "How many years have you been cultivating?"

"More than a hundred years."

"The cold poison that has accumulated in your meridians for over a hundred years is a miracle that you've lasted this long."

Shen Yifei pushed his hand up Song Hongliao's arm, and a layer of black sweat appeared on her arm.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's a bit hot." Song Hongliao stared at the layer of black sweat on her arm. "What's this?"

"The cold toxin has been expelled. Smell it; does it have a sour, foul odor?"

Song Hongliao raised her hand and sniffed it, her brows furrowing. It really did smell sour and foul, like spoiled swill.

"Don't be disgusted. This thing has been inside you for over a hundred years. It's good enough that it hasn't made you taste like salt."

Song Hongliao glared at him, but didn't curse.

Shen Yifei pushed her wrist up her arm, then her shoulder, and was about to push her chest when Song Hongliao suddenly stood up!