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

Shen Yifei walked to the door and looked outside. Green Ivy and Song Hongliao had disappeared.

He closed the door and bolted it.

"Please sit down."

Huang Ying walked to the bedside and sat down, her back straight.

Shen Yifei pulled up a chair and sat down to the side. "Tell me, how do you plan to clear the blockage?"

Huang Ying hesitated for a while, then said, "Luo Luo already told me."

Shen Yifei frowned. "What did she tell you?"

"You...you mustn't misunderstand her. She only told me that dual cultivation can eradicate the cold poison!"

Huang Ying's words were so blunt that Shen Yifei felt embarrassed to pretend anymore.

He leaned back in his chair, carefully examining Huang Ying.

She's a bit plumper than Green Ivy, but not by much; her chest is a bit better than Green Ivy's, you can see some curves. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable.

"What exactly did she say to you?"

"She said... she said you used your yang energy to expel the cold toxins from her body, and now her dantian feels warm. She also said... she also said that your... that was quite scary."

"Which one?"

The warbler's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "It's...it's..."

Shen Yifei stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked down at Huang Ying.

"Do you want to detox now?"

Huang Ying took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about it ever since Green Ivy told me. I came to you because I wanted... I wanted you to help me."

"Okay, then take it off."

Unlike the green ivy, the oriole was not coy and hesitant, as if it had been prepared in advance.

The process was much smoother than with the pothos plant.

The cold poison in Huang Ying's body was more severe than she had imagined. There was a black, hard lump the size of a fingernail in the core of her dantian, which was a condensed mass of cold poison.

"You have something growing in your dantian."

"What is it?"

"A hard lump formed from the condensed cold poison, about the size of a fingernail. If you don't get rid of this, you'll never break through your cultivation level, no matter how long you cultivate."

"Then... what should we do?"

"I'll use my yang energy to dissolve it. It will hurt when I do it, so please bear with it."

Shen Yifei increased the input of spiritual energy; the dark golden spiritual energy, wrapped in black silk, began to dissolve the poison in his dantian.

The moment the spiritual energy touched the venomous, hard lump, Huang Ying covered her mouth in pain.

Huang Ying's tears streamed down her cheeks, and her body trembled like a leaf.

Shen Yifei's spiritual energy seeped into the hard block little by little, like hot water poured onto an ice cube. The surface of the block began to melt, and black, cold poison seeped out from within, flowing out along the meridians.

This process lasted for more than half an hour.

By the time the hardened lump had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, Huang Ying was exhausted, covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her face, and her lips were pale.

Shen Yifei released his hand from her mouth.

"How are you feeling?"

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." Huang Ying's voice was weak, "But...but my dantian isn't cold anymore..."

"There's still a little lump left, let's stop here for today. We'll treat the rest in a couple of days, otherwise your body won't be able to handle it."

Huang Ying nodded, and after a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Shen Yifei.

"Senior Brother Shen, what Green Ivy mentioned... I don't feel comfortable at all?"

"That's the final step. We only dissolved the hardened lump for you today; it's not time for that yet."

"Then...when should we do it?"

"Wait until you recover. Your body can't take it now."

Huang Ying nodded, climbed out of bed, her legs as weak as noodles, and it took her a while to stand up, holding onto the edge of the bed.

She put on her bodice and skirt one by one, walked to the door, and glanced back at him.

"Senior Brother Shen, thank you."

"Go back and get some rest. Don't cultivate for the next couple of days; let your dantian recover."

Huang Ying pushed open the door and went out.

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron and landed on the bed, crossing her legs.

"Master, are you planning to do it one by one? There are dozens of female disciples in the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, when will you ever be able to finish?"

"What's the rush? Take your time. None of them will escape."

From then on, Shen Yifei's stone house was always occupied.

Those who come during the day are timid and shy. They hesitate for a long time before entering, saying they have come to ask about alchemy.

Shen Yifei didn't expose him, and went along with it, giving the person a massage, his hands moving over their body.

A few of the bolder ones went straight to the door, closing the door and unbuttoning their skirts, demanding to finish in one go. Shen Yifei accepted them all, pressing them down onto the bed one by one, pouring his yang energy into them and expelling the cold toxins. Afterwards, their legs were so weak they could barely stand, and as they left, they were crying and laughing at the same time, leaning against the wall.

In one day, Shen Yifei had already secured six.

Liu Mengli laughed at him, saying he was the top courtesan in the brothel, chosen by everyone who came.

With the testimonies of Green Ivy, Yellow Oriole, and these six people, the female disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion were in an uproar.

They had been tormented by the cold poison for decades or even centuries. Suddenly, they heard that someone could cure it completely, and that the process was quite comfortable. Who wouldn't want to come?

But Shen Yifei closed the door. He left a note on the door: "Closed at night, appointments required during the day."

It wasn't that he was being dramatic; he just really couldn't take it anymore.

Six a day—even an iron body couldn't handle that. Besides, he needed to leave his female disciples with something to look forward to; if he satisfied them all at once, they wouldn't cherish him anymore.

We have to stretch them out, make them line up, make them wait. The longer they wait, the more obedient they will be.

It was midnight.

There were only two people in the stone house. Shen Yifei sat in front of the alchemy furnace, and Song Hongliao squatted beside the pile of medicinal herbs. Green Ivy and Yellow Oriole were not there; one said her back ached, and the other said her legs were weak.

Song Hongliao had no choice but to come; it was a task assigned to her by her senior sister.

Song Hongliao squatted there, arranging the medicinal herbs in her hands again and again, but her eyes kept glancing at Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei ignored her, silently stuffing magic ore into the furnace. After he finished, he reached out to control the fire without saying a word.

The room was so quiet that only the roar of the flames in the hearth could be heard.

Song Hongliao was still getting used to the sudden change.

She held back for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but finally couldn't resist anymore.

Are you mute?

Shen Yifei didn't even look up. "Didn't you complain that I talk too much? I won't say anything today, so you won't gouge my eyes out again."

"You..." Song Hongliao choked, almost throwing the medicinal herbs in her hand again.

The two of them continued their practice in a casual manner, with Shen Yifei controlling the fire and Song Hongliao handing over the medicinal herbs. Their coordination was even smoother than that of the previous three people.

An hour later, the flames in the furnace began to change color. They changed from pure black to dark gold, and then back to pure black, shifting back and forth.

Song Hongliao stared at the furnace. "What's going on?"

"The timing is right, the pill is about to be made." Shen Yifei's forehead was sweating, and he increased the output of spiritual energy in his hands.

Finally, the fire went out and the stove was opened.

When Shen Yifei took the pills, he exchanged one of the top-grade demon pills for one of the pills inside.

When the six pills were placed in front of Song Hongliao, she saw that one of them had runes flowing on its surface, and it was clear that it was no ordinary pill.

"Absolutely amazing!" Song Hongliao exclaimed in surprise.

Shen Yifei picked up the top-grade demon pill and examined it in his palm.

"It's done." Shen Yifei breathed a sigh of relief. "I've finally saved all three of my legs!"