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

Shen Yifei thought he would be in the back of the line, but he didn't expect to be in the last position.

Although he didn't care where he sat, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

To think I've ranked myself last, it seems I need to refine a few more Golden Crow Sect human pills.

He and Zhou Shouyi had barely sat down, their bottoms not even warmed up, when a commotion arose in front of them.

"The young master of Wanjian Manor has arrived!"

That shout was full of energy, and everyone in the square turned their attention to the entrance.

The young man in brocade robes walked at the front, followed by seven or eight people, each with a long sword at their waist, their steps were neat and their movements were swift.

The boy was the same one Shen Yifei had seen on the flying boat. He had changed into a white robe at some point, with a piece of jade the size of a pigeon egg inlaid on his belt. He wore cloud-patterned boots, and when he walked, the soles of his boots did not touch the ground; they were three inches off the ground, as if he were floating.

Shen Yifei stared at him for a moment, "This guy is really particular, he's even afraid of getting his shoes dirty while walking."

Zhou Shouyi whispered in his ear, "Ye Wuhen, the young master of Wanjian Manor, is a sword genius at the early stage of Mahayana. He started practicing swordsmanship at the age of three, established his foundation at the age of seven, reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty, the Deity Transformation stage at the age of fifty, and reached the Mahayana stage at the age of one hundred. Ye Qianqiu, the master of Wanjian Manor, only has this one son, and he cherishes him like the apple of his eye."

Shen Yifei nodded. A hundred-year-old Mahayana cultivator was indeed a genius, but compared to his leap from Golden Core to Nascent Soul in the past six months, it was nothing special.

Ye Wuhen walked onto the stage, passing by seat number seven in Class A, which was Zhao Ji's seat.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Ji's buttocks seemed to spring up, and he stood up abruptly, bending over like a shrimp.

"Young Master Ye, I've heard so much about you."

Ye Wuhen glanced at him, hummed in response, and then sat down at the head of the table on the left.

Zhao Ji didn't feel embarrassed and sat back down with a forced smile.

Then another shout came.

"The Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace has arrived!"

The square immediately fell silent.

Everyone stared at the entrance, and Shen Yifei also craned his neck to look outside.

Xuanbing Palace, one of the three families that destroyed Tianyan Sect back then, he wanted to see what kind of people they were.

Eight women in white entered first, each young and beautiful, with ice-blue longswords hanging at their waists. Their steps were light and their landings were silent.

After the eight women stood in two rows, a woman in an ice-blue dress walked out from the middle.

The moment the woman appeared, the temperature in the entire square seemed to drop several degrees.

Her face was covered by a thin veil, obscuring her entire appearance, but her eyes were visible, with slightly upturned corners and light blue color.

Just by looking at her eyes, Shen Yifei knew that this woman must be an absolute beauty.

She looks cold and aloof, but if you went to bed with her and hugged such an ice cube, you'd freeze into a few big icicles.

Zhou Shouyi whispered from the side, "The Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace is Leng Rushuang, a mid-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator. She took over the position of Palace Master three hundred years ago and transformed Xuanbing Palace from a second-rate sect into a first-rate one. This woman is incredibly capable, and her cultivation is even more remarkable. She is said to be the most beautiful woman in the cultivation world, but no one has ever seen her true face. We don't know if it's true or not."

Shen Yifei nodded, his eyes never leaving Leng Rushuang. He even temporarily forgot that she was one of the culprits who had participated in the destruction of the Tianyan Sect.

As Leng Rushuang walked onto the stage and passed by Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji stood up again, bending even lower than before, his face contorted like a chrysanthemum.

"I've heard so much about you, Palace Master Leng."

Leng Rushuang didn't even glance at him, and went straight to sit down in the head seat on the right.

Shen Yifei watched her sit down before returning to his own seat.

Liu Mengli chuckled and said, "Master, have you taken a fancy to this big block of ice?"

"Watch out my ass! I just want to see what the Palace Master of the Xuanbing Palace is like. I'll definitely stab three holes in her someday!"

Liu Mengli burst into laughter, "There were originally three, but you, sticking your butt out..."

"Alright, alright, stop making a scene!" Shen Yifei knew that if he continued, he would definitely get nowhere.

This Liu Mengli is getting more and more outrageous. We've gone too far in disciplining her; she has no respect for elders.

As he was thinking about how to deal with Liu Mengli, the voice of the Demon of Love suddenly popped into his head.

Are you interested in that ice cube?

"What interest could I possibly have? They're my enemies."

"You can sleep with your enemy first and then kill her. If you sleep with her, her cultivation level will drop, and yours will increase. Isn't that a good deal?"

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat. "You have a way?"

"There are plenty of ways. I've studied your love threads and discovered a pattern. The medicinal scent on you has a natural attraction for women. Although women of higher cultivation levels have stronger resistance, it's not entirely without effect."

"and then?"

"Then it's my turn. I am the Demon of Love, and planting threads of love is my specialty. If you can get close to her and stay by her side for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I can plant a thread of love with a medicinal scent in her sea of ​​consciousness. Her cultivation level is high, so I can't plant it too deeply, but as long as it touches her even a little, her wariness of you will slowly loosen."

"A stick of incense? Where am I supposed to get close to her for even a stick of incense? Look at her, she's covered in thorns. Anyone who gets close will turn into an ice cube."

"Isn't this a big meeting? Find an opportunity to sit next to her."

"Everyone else sits in the first seat, and I sit in the last..."

"If there are no opportunities, create them..."

"One stick of incense, one stick of incense..." Shen Yifei kept repeating, unconsciously making a sound.

Zhou Shouyi tilted his head to look at him, "What, a stick of incense..."

"It's nothing. I just said this stool is hard. It hurts my balls after sitting on it for a stick of incense." Shen Yifei made up a story casually, his eyes still fixed on the ice-blue figure on the high platform.

Zhou Shouyi could easily see through his thoughts. Back when he first saw this ice beauty, he was captivated by her eyes.

But this woman was too cold; no one could get close to her.

"Young man, give up on that idea," he gestured towards Ye Wuhen, "The young master of Wanjian Manor has been chasing her for years, but he still hasn't won her over."

Shen Yifei was unconvinced. Just because you can't win me over doesn't mean I can't.

His thoughts were still lingering on Leng Rushuang, while the people on the stage had gradually arrived.

Zhou Shouyi introduced the situation to Shen Yifei like a commentator, while also showing off his knowledge and highlighting the cognitive gap between himself, who was second to last, and Shen Yifei, who was last.

Below Ye Wuhen sat a middle-aged man in a golden robe named Huang Gongshi, the sect leader of the Ba Dao Sect, whose strength was second only to the three major sects.

Below Leng Rushuang sat a tall, thin man dressed in a blue Taoist robe with a sword embroidered on his chest; this was Sikong Shan, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Their overall strength was comparable to that of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor. Both were swordsmen, and neither was willing to concede to the other.

On the platform sat a chubby monk, wearing a yellow robe and a string of Buddhist beads the size of a baby's fist around his neck. This was Master Huiming, the abbot of the Vajra Temple.

A woman in red, around thirty years old, heavily made up, was Hua Qianmei, the master of Hundred Flowers Valley.

A refined middle-aged man, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, taking sips every now and then. This is Liu Jinling, the owner of Zuixianlou.

Zhou Shouyi introduced them one by one, and Shen Yifei decided to stay at these few.

The time was almost up, and a burst of drums and music filled the air as Lu Ya made his entrance.