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

Shen Yifei first accompanied Bai Lu to try out the large bed, and then accompanied Leng Shanyue to soak in the hot spring.

When he came out of Leng Shanyue's place, his legs were already quite weak and wouldn't obey him anymore.

I used to think I was pretty capable, but after two consecutive battles, I'm finding it a bit too much.

Of course, the two demon kings had already rested early and were sound asleep.

Liu Mengli lay on his back, her chin resting on his shoulder, "Master, you're busier than the emperor every day. At least the emperor has memorials to read, but you only look at women."

"What do you know? I'm just spreading the love evenly."

"Master, you've been so busy lately, please share your favors with everyone tonight, and give me a little!"

Shen Yifei sighed and thought about it; he had indeed neglected this little vixen recently.

Throughout the journey, she has remained loyal to him, which can be considered extremely devoted.

Liu Mengli's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like two small lanterns, making it really hard for him to refuse.

"Okay, fine, stay overnight, okay?"

Shen Yifei glanced at her again. Liu Mengli's skin used to be translucent, but now it's becoming more and more like real human skin.

What did you eat?

"I didn't eat much, but the mist exhaled from that thing in your dantian is especially good for me." Liu Mengli licked her lips. "Master, your dantian is truly a treasure. The spiritual energy, demonic energy, and demonic power are mixed together, and the mist it produces is a great tonic for Nightmare Demons."

"You mean I'm helping you cultivate?"

"Yes. The more you inhale, the more solid I become. Once my body is completely solidified, I won't have to stay in the cauldron every day anymore."

"You little rascal, no wonder you were in such a hurry tonight, turns out you'd already smelled it!"

After two full hours of fussing, Liu Mengli finally returned to the Myriad Things Cauldron, completely satisfied.

Liu Mengli rolled over and hugged his arm. "Master, after I regain my physical body, will you marry me?"

"Marry you? You can ask Luo Qinghe if he agrees then!"

"If she won't agree, I'll make her dream about giant monsters every night!"

"Fine, if you can get Luo Qinghe to agree, I'll marry you!"

Liu Mengli excitedly hugged his neck and nuzzled him, "Then it's a deal!"

The next day, early in the morning, Shen Yifei arrived at the main hall.

Luo Qinghe was already inside, holding an account book in her hand, her brows furrowed.

Seeing Shen Yifei come in, he slammed the account book on the table.

"Look, this is the record of spirit stones coming in and going out last month."

Shen Yifei picked it up and flipped through it; the Tianyan Sect's pill shop had already opened in the nearby market.

A lot of spirit stones came in, and top-grade pills were in short supply, with spirit stones flowing in like water. But even more were spent: building houses, buying spirit herbs, and paying salaries—each a huge expense.

Luo Qinghe bit her lip. "At this rate, the spirit stones in the warehouse won't last more than three months."

Shen Yifei put down the account book. "Three months is enough."

"Enough? What about three months from now? Are we going to starve?"

"I'll go rob it in three months."

Luo Qinghe thought he was joking, glared at him, and didn't say anything more.

As he came out of the main hall, Shen Yifei rubbed his head. He disliked keeping accounts the most. In the past, he would spend money when he had it and endure it when he didn't.

But that won't work now. We need to support these more than a thousand people and supply them with elixirs. It seems we need to find a way to make money.

Continue selling top-grade pills to increase sales volume, but absolutely do not sell high-grade pills, as that might strengthen your competitors.

He walked towards the back of the main peak, and just after passing the side hall, a voice suddenly popped into his head, "Ugh, I'm exhausted."

It's the voice of the demon of love!

"You're awake?" Shen Yifei asked.

"You're awake. You've been preoccupied with many emotions lately, so the more you nourish yourself, the faster you'll recover."

"Hmm?" Qing Si seemed shocked by something. "What's stuffed in your dantian? Spiritual energy, demonic energy, demonic power, and that little vortex... it looks like an alchemy furnace!"

"An alchemy furnace?" Shen Yifei was stunned by the Demon of Love's analogy.

Yes, isn't my dantian now a furnace for refining pills? It's just that it's not refining pills, but all sorts of qi!

"I must warn you, mixing these things together will inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later," the Demon of Love said seriously. "Like an explosion in a furnace!"

Shen Yifei recalled the time when his golden core shattered, and even now, thinking about it still makes him feel lingering fear.

"What should we do then?"

Use it sparingly, inhale it sparingly!

Shen Yifei nodded. It seemed that this thing should not be used unless absolutely necessary.

The Demon of Love was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I studied the thickest thread of love; the beginning of the memory within it contains the place where your father is buried!"

Shen Yifei stopped in his tracks.

"Shen Changtian's grave is about 500 li to the west of here."

Shen Yifei stood on the stone steps, motionless for a long time. "You...you say that again."

"I'm talking about your father's grave. It's five hundred li to the west, in a place called Yellow Springs Valley."

The image flashed through Shen Yifei's mind again:

There is a grave halfway up the mountain, and kneeling in front of it is a seven or eight-year-old child dressed in mourning clothes.

"Your father sleeps here. Remember this place. Come and burn paper money for him every year on this day," the beautiful woman beside her said.

The child knelt before the grave, kowtowed three times, and then stood up.

"Mother, how did my father die?"

"He was murdered."

"Who?"

The woman did not answer.

This scene played out in his mind countless times. He remembered the woman's appearance. If he wasn't mistaken, she was his mother.

Now all he knows is that his mother is dead, but this memory tells him that his mother must still be alive.

After my father died, my mother must have buried him herself.

"Yellow Springs Valley?" The name sounds ominous. Why would my mother bury my father there?

Shen Yifei turned around, went down the mountain, and headed straight for Yellow Springs Valley.