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

Shen Yifei felt a chill run down his spine after hearing Xinghe's words.

"It can come back to life even after being chopped into mincemeat? Your medical skills are too uncanny!"

"Brother, it's written in a book, I've never tried it myself," Xinghe's voice was still soft and gentle. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"No, no, I don't want to be chopped into mincemeat."

The conversation between the two took only a few breaths to take place in their minds.

Ye Qianqiu stood dozens of feet away, watching as Shen Yifei got up from the ground, shook his arms, stomped his feet, and acted as if nothing had happened. Ye Qianqiu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This kid just took my full-force palm strike, how come he's recovered so quickly?

"You little bastard, what kind of demonic art are you practicing?" Ye Qianqiu gripped his sword tightly.

"Master Ye, want to learn? Kneel down and call me 'Father,' and I'll teach you. Your son might even turn back into a real man!"

After saying that, Shen Yifei patted the little monster beside him, "You attack the lower body later. I'll attack the upper body. This old guy's balls are a great tonic!"

Upon hearing this, the little monster's eyes widened instantly. Besides thunder, this was its second favorite!

Shen Yifei channeled his spiritual power and lunged at Ye Qianqiu.

When Ye Qianqiu saw that Shen Yifei was not only alive, but also dared to rush over, his shock was even greater than before.

He's seen a lot, and today he's truly had his eyes opened – like a small knife pulling a butt.

A mere cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage took a full-force blow from me, and within a few breaths he was completely unharmed.

"You little bastard, what the hell are you?"

As Ye Qianqiu cursed, he swung his sword, sending a chilling sword aura straight toward Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei had no sword to use. The Listening Tide Sword had been cracked by Ye Wuhen last time, and he couldn't bear to use it again, fearing it would shatter completely.

Ye Qianqiu barely managed to dodge the sword energy. He wanted to continue his attack, but the little monster had already reached him. He could even hear the little monster grinding its teeth.

This guy is the one who made Ye Wuhen lose his manhood and his possessions. He turned around and stabbed the little monster with his sword.

The little monster reacted extremely quickly, dodging the attack with a sharp turn, but the tip of the sword still grazed its rear.

The little monster was fine, but Ye Qianqiu felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his hair stood on end!

The Thunder-Swallowing Beast not only eats, but also unleashes lightning.

Ye Qianqiu was paralyzed all over and couldn't move for a moment.

Shen Yifei's fist arrived, slamming into his chest.

The little monster turned its head and snapped, biting at nothing!

Ye Qianqiu reacted quickly; after taking a punch, he regained sensation and immediately retreated.

The punch made his blood surge, but he wasn't injured. The little monster's bite had terrified him. He almost followed in his son's footsteps; although he had long since lost his abilities, he was still practically useless.

In just a short while, Shen Yifei felt the warmth in his body intensify, and both arms had fully recovered, even the slight soreness in the bones had completely disappeared.

"Xinghe, you are truly my little darling!" Shen Yifei shouted in his mind.

"Brother, stop praising me, hurry up and hit him!" Xinghe's voice was a little urgent. "I've adjusted your spiritual energy to its strongest state, you're 20% stronger than usual now!"

Shen Yifei moved his wrists and clenched his fists. Sure enough, he felt full of power, as if he had taken a super tonic.

He beckoned to Ye Qianqiu with his finger, "Old man, come on, aren't you disappointed that your palm strike didn't kill me?"

Ye Qianqiu now regretted his recklessness. He really shouldn't have offended this kid. Everything about him was strange, just like the demons that Lu Ya had mentioned!

Ye Qianqiu roared to the sky. The dignified master of Wanjian Manor, a peak Tribulation Transcending being, was actually frightened by a mere demon!

"Shen Yifei, since you want to die, I will grant your wish today."

After saying that, Ye Qianqiu put away his longsword.

Shen Yifei was taken aback for a moment, then grinned, "What, Master Ye, you're not being cheeky anymore? Are you going to fight me bare-handed?"

Ye Qianqiu didn't speak. He slowly raised his hands, spread his fingers, and sword shadows condensed and moved in his palms.

The ultimate technique of Wanjian Manor: Condensing Sword Qi into Form.

It is better than using a sword than using one.

Shen Yifei felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the sword shadow gathering in his palm.

"Brother, be careful, those two bursts of sword energy are three times stronger than his palm strike just now," Xinghe warned him from inside the cauldron.

"Holy crap! Three times the normal rate?"

He hurriedly circulated the vortex in his dantian, adjusting the spiritual energy in his body to its optimal state.

Ye Qianqiu pushed forward with both palms, transforming himself into a beam of sword light that shot towards Shen Yifei.

At that speed, Shen Yifei didn't even have time to blink. He could only do his best and instinctively catch it!

Four palms facing each other, sword energy entering their bodies.

Shen Yifei felt two sharp auras creeping into his arm, like two venomous snakes rampaging through his meridians.

The vortex in his dantian spun wildly, desperately trying to devour the two sword energies, but there were too many and too fierce sword energies for the vortex to finish.

His skin was covered with countless cracks, and blood was seeping out from them, making him look like a shattered piece of porcelain.

"Brother!" Xinghe exclaimed in surprise inside the cauldron. The warm current surged out again, several times stronger than before, frantically repairing his broken meridians.

But Ye Qianqiu's sword energy was too domineering; just as one sword was repaired, three more broke.

Shen Yifei gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

Ye Qianqiu looked at him, her eyes filled with horror.

This kid is still alive?

The power of his move was such that even a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator would die instantly, let alone a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Although the kid was covered in blood, his eyes were still bright, so bright that it sent chills down one's spine.

In fact, Shen Yifei was already at his limit. The two sword energies were heading straight for his dantian, and he was determined to shatter it!

The spiritual energy within the body could not stop it at all; the sword energy entered the dantian with unstoppable force.

In an instant, Shen Yifei felt utterly hopeless. If his dantian shattered, all his cultivation would be ruined. What was the small vortex, what was the alchemy technique, what was the Hehuan Sect's cultivation method? It was all for nothing.

Just as the sword energy rushed into the dantian, a wisp of extremely dark energy quietly appeared in the small vortex, and at an extremely fast speed, it drilled out of the dantian and followed the path of the sword energy into Ye Qianqiu's body!

Shen Yifei also felt the change within his body. The black energy surging from the small vortex was cold, domineering, and carried an aura he had never encountered before.

After this energy entered Ye Qianqiu's body, it surged upwards along his meridians, heading straight for his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Qianqiu's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Demonic energy.

Pure, unadulterated demonic energy!

Ye Qianqiu hurriedly withdrew his palm and retreated rapidly!

"You..." Ye Qianqiu's lips trembled, his voice shaking, "You really are a remnant of the demon race!"

Shen Yifei was also somewhat bewildered. He knew that there was demonic energy, spiritual energy, and monster energy in his dantian.

However, the demonic energy gained from dual cultivation with Gu Yunyan was hazy and gray; there was no such demonic energy at all!

But judging from Ye Qianqiu's ghost-like expression, this thing was clearly not that simple.

"Old man, are you scared?" Shen Yifei forced himself to stand up straight, his whole body covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds.

Ye Qianqiu mobilized his spiritual power to block the demonic energy, but the demonic energy suddenly vanished without a trace.

Ye Qianqiu knew it was still inside his body and hadn't disappeared at all. This thing was like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment!

Ye Qianqiu was terrified; for the first time in thousands of years, he felt fear!