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

With a "rip", Leng Rushuang's skirt tore at the knee, revealing half of her calf.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yifei casually touched her calf with his other hand.

The demon of love shouted excitedly in his mind, "It's done! It's implanted!"

Before Shen Yifei could even feel the sensation of touching someone's calf, he crashed onto the rocky hillside, his back hitting the ground and aching painfully.

He was still clutching the torn piece of fabric from the dress in his hand; it felt cold and slippery to the touch.

"Master, how does it feel?" Liu Mengli asked from inside the cauldron.

"What a feel! I almost got beaten to death."

"Master, those thoughts of yours...did you just plant a seed?"

"How can it sound so awful coming from you?"

Shen Yifei got up from the ground, still holding the torn hem of his skirt in his hand. He instinctively smelled it and then stuffed it into his arms!

Seeing his filth, the eight white-clad maids drew their swords in unison, pointing the tips at Shen Yifei.

"How dare you!"

"You lecherous scoundrel!"

"Shameless"

……

One person, one word, made Shen Yifei feel utterly ashamed.

However, Leng Rushuang did not seem angry. She waved to the maids, signaling them to be quiet.

Shen Yifei raised both hands, looking completely innocent. "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I was just knocked away. I didn't mean to. If I did, may I be struck by lightning when I go out."

Just as I finished speaking, a loud "crack" of thunder suddenly sounded from the sky!

Shen Yifei hurriedly covered his head, "Damn it, did my mouth have some kind of magic? Did God send lightning to kill me so quickly?"

"Palace Mistress Leng, I've dealt with this lecherous scoundrel for you!"

Shen Yifei looked up and saw Ye Wuhen pointing his sword at the sky, with thunderclouds gathering above him!

Shen Yifei looked up at the thundercloud in the sky and cursed Ye Wuhen's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He made a vow himself, and now he's here to fulfill that vow.

Ye Wuhen stood not far away, his sword pointing to the sky. "Shen Yifei, this is the Thunder-Drawing Sword Technique of my Ten Thousand Swords Manor, drawing upon the thunder of heaven and earth for my own use. How dare you offend Palace Master Leng! Today, let lightning strike you down, you lecherous thief!"

The thunderclouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, with electric snakes flashing and crackling within them.

Shen Yifei looked around. The four disciples of Wanjian Manor had retreated a hundred feet away, afraid of being struck by lightning.

Leng Rushuang stood on the large rock, a piece of her skirt torn off, revealing half of her calf. The eight maids behind her had drawn their longswords, the tips of which were still pointing at Shen Yifei.

However, Leng Rushuang herself didn't react at all. She just stood there, looking at Shen Yifei, seemingly lost in thought.

Regardless of her thoughts, it seems she won't attack me for the time being. The biggest danger right now is that Ye Wuhen is about to unleash his ultimate move; I absolutely cannot let him do that!

It's time to unleash our trump card!

He communicated with the Myriad Things Cauldron through his mind, "Little thing, it's time to come out and eat!"

Upon hearing the summons, the little monster roared and burst out!

When it first emerged from the Cauldron of All Things, the little monster was only the size of a cat. But as soon as it landed, it swelled up like a balloon, growing to the size of a calf in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the little monster appeared, it stared at the thundercloud in the sky, and drool started dripping from its mouth.

Shen Yifei pointed at Ye Wuhen, "Don't look at the sky, eat his food!"

"This is... a demon?" Ye Wuhen paused, his sword pointing to the sky, a hint of panic flashing across his face.

He wasn't very proficient in the Thunder-Attracting Sword Technique of Wanjian Manor. Attracting lightning takes time, and now that the thunderclouds had only gathered halfway, the little monster had already pounced on them.

It didn't pounce on Ye Wuhen; the thundercloud in the sky seemed to be more tempting to it!

The little monster opened its mouth wide and took a deep breath at the thundercloud. The thundercloud in the sky seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and went directly into the little monster's belly.

Ye Wuhen was dumbfounded.

The Thunder-Drawing Sword Technique, a closely guarded secret of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, took him thirty years to master. Although the thunderclouds it summoned weren't large, they were more than enough to kill a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Did it get eaten by a monster?

"What...what is this thing?" Ye Wuhen's voice trembled.

After the little monster finished eating the thundercloud, its whole body crackled with electricity. It squinted comfortably, as if enjoying a massage.

Upon hearing Ye Wuhen's voice, it opened its eyes and stared directly at Ye Wuhen's crotch.

"Little thing, bite him!" Shen Yifei ordered.

The little monster stomped its four hooves on the ground and transformed into a black shadow, rushing towards Ye Wuhen.

The speed was so fast that Ye Wuhen didn't even have time to react. He only felt a chill in his crotch, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

"what……"

Ye Wuhen's screams echoed throughout the rocky hills, startling a flock of birds in the distant forest.

He looked down and saw that his crotch was a bloody mess. The little monster was squatting three zhang away, chewing on something bloody in its mouth, making a crunching sound, like it was eating cartilage.

"You...you..." Ye Wuhen's face was as white as paper, his lips trembled, and he pointed at Shen Yifei, unable to utter a single complete word.

The four disciples of Wanjian Manor were dumbfounded and stood frozen in place.

They never imagined that the young master of Wanjian Manor, who possessed unparalleled skills, would be castrated by a little monster! And it seems he was castrated quite cleanly!

Ye Wuhen's eyes widened like copper bells. He wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and he couldn't utter a single word. He leaned back and fainted from the pain.

The four disciples then realized what was happening and rushed over to try and stop Ye Wuhen's bleeding.

One of the older disciples looked up and glared at Shen Yifei. "Shen Yifei, Tianyan Sect, you wait! Wanjian Manor won't let you get away with this!"

"You won't let me go? I don't intend to let you go today!"

The disciple's expression changed, and he told the other three to lift Ye Wuhen up and run away on their swords. Even after they had run a long way, they could still hear Ye Wuhen's screams of pain as he woke up and then fainted again.

After the little monster finished chewing the lump of stuff, it licked its lips, wagged its tail at Shen Yifei, and looked like it was asking for praise.

"Well done." Shen Yifei patted its head, took out a handful of top-grade pills, and tossed them to the little monster.

Leng Rushuang stood on the large rock, her eyes fixed on Shen Yifei's hand.

She saw clearly that the little monster had just finished chewing Ye Wuhen's manhood and Shen Yifei had taken out a handful of pills and stuffed them into its mouth.

The patterns on the surface of those pills clearly indicate that they are of the highest quality. High-quality pills are treasures in all sects and are not used unless absolutely necessary.

This guy, on the other hand, grabbed a handful and ate them like pet treats!

This Shen Yifei is indeed strange.

"Sect Leader Shen," Leng Rushuang said, her voice still icy.

Shen Yifei then remembered that he had torn the woman's skirt, touched her calf, and was still carrying the torn piece of fabric in his pocket.

Now it's his turn to settle accounts. This mid-stage Tribulation Transcending level monster can't afford to mess with him, and besides, there's nothing else for him to bite.

He quickly put the little monster away, turned around, and chuckled twice.

"Palace Master Leng, it was a misunderstanding just now. Ye Wuhen's palm strike sent me flying. I didn't mean to tear your skirt."

Upon hearing him bring up the matter again, the eight white-clad maids immediately pointed their longswords at him, the cold air at the tips condensing into ice crystals that glittered in the sunlight.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Suddenly, Liu Mengli said, "Master, Xinghe said that this woman is acting strangely; she seems to have been poisoned with a very potent toxin!"