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

Outside the mountain gate, Yin Wuxie had already arranged things. Although it couldn't compare to the grandeur of the Golden Crow Sect, it was at least clean and tidy, with the stone steps swept spotless.

Shen Yifei walked to the mountain gate and saw Leng Rushuang in the distance.

She still had that cold demeanor, only now she had changed her dress. Eight white-clad maids stood in a row behind her, each with a long sword at their waist, exuding an imposing aura.

Shen Yifei cupped his hands in greeting and walked over with a smile. "Miss Leng, I've missed you dearly for three days. How are you?"

"Sect Master Shen," Leng Rushuang spoke, her voice still icy, but seemingly gentler than before, "Have you finished refining what you promised me?"

For the past three days, Leng Rushuang has been haunted by an indelible shadow in her heart, which has greatly troubled her.

To say she had developed romantic feelings for him wouldn't be accurate. Thinking of Shen Yifei's frivolous and even somewhat shameless manner, Leng Rushuang just couldn't bring herself to like him.

This man was not her type at all. She had seen Shen Changtian's unparalleled charm back then, and she felt that if she were to marry someone, she would want a man like Shen Changtian, handsome and with superb martial arts skills.

However, she couldn't stop thinking about Shen Yifei. For three restless days, she thought about every detail that happened on the flying boat.

On the third day, she set off early, her only thought was to see this man; even the elixir was necessary.

Shen Yifei noticed the subtle change in her voice and knew that the Love Threads were still working in her voice these past few days.

"It's ready, it's ready." Shen Yifei took out two jade bottles from his storage ring and shook them in his hand. "Antidote pills, two in total, one for internal use and one for external application. Guaranteed to cure the disease."

Leng Rushuang didn't say anything, and started walking towards the mountain gate.

"Palace Master!" a maidservant behind him called out urgently, "Master Ye..."

Leng Rushuang paused for a moment, turned her head to look at the maid, and with just one glance, the maid shut her mouth and took half a step back.

"You all go and wait for me in the airship!"

Although the maids were extremely unwilling, they had no choice but to obey Leng Rushuang's words.

Leng Rushuang stepped over the mountain gate, but after taking only three steps inside, her body suddenly stiffened.

Her cultivation level dropped directly from the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm to the mid-stage of the Mahayana Realm.

He was suppressed by an entire realm.

A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Rushuang's eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Miss Leng, this way please." Shen Yifei stepped aside to lead the way.

Leng Rushuang didn't reply and followed him up the mountain.

"Miss Leng, what do you think of my Heavenly Evolution Sect?"

"break!"

"Hehe," Shen Yifei chuckled awkwardly, "Although our Tianyan Sect is a bit dilapidated, it has a large area and abundant spiritual energy, so its future development is promising."

As he walked, he introduced what would be done here and what would be built there in the future, painting a magnificent picture of the future of the Tianyan Sect.

Leng Rushuang followed and listened the whole way, but didn't say a word.

Shen Yifei didn't feel awkward at all. He talked to himself, even asking and answering his own questions, mainly to chat and create a lively atmosphere.

Shen Yifei led Leng Rushuang into the main hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a table and two chairs. This was specially arranged by Shen Yifei so that there was no distance between him and Leng Rushuang.

Yin Wuxie had already prepared snacks, spiritual fruits, and tea.

"Please sit down." Shen Yifei gestured, "These are some snacks my wife made this morning. Please have a taste, Miss Leng."

Upon hearing the words "wife," Yin Wuxie showed no outward reaction, but his heart was in turmoil. "He...he actually called me wife..."

Shen Yifei's words were both an acknowledgment of Yin Wuxie and a test of Leng Rushuang's reaction. Surely his wife wouldn't refuse something she made herself.

Sure enough, after Leng Rushuang sat down, she picked up a pastry and took a small bite.

The pastries were sweet but not cloying, with a faint floral fragrance and a subtle medicinal aroma; they were delicious.

She couldn't resist taking another sip, then took a small sip of tea.

Compared to her time at the Golden Crow Sect, where she didn't even touch a sip of tea or a bite of food, this was a great show of respect.

Shen Yifei gave Yin Wuxie a wink, and Yin Wuxie immediately understood. "Palace Master Leng, please enjoy your meal. I have other matters to attend to."

Leng Rushuang nodded slightly to her, and after Yin Wuxie left, she said to Shen Yifei:

"Sect Leader Shen, where are the pills?"

Shen Yifei took out the two jade bottles from his storage ring and placed them on the table, but did not push them over.

"Miss Leng, I can give you the pill, but there's something I need to make clear first."

"explain."

Leng Rushuang's consistent style is to say something clearly in one word, never using two.

"Your poison can't be cured by just taking pills." Shen Yifei said with a serious face, "I told you before that pills, whether taken internally or applied externally, also need a certain kind of medicinal guide. Without this medicinal guide, the effect of the pills will be greatly reduced. At most, they can suppress the toxins for three to five years, and they will relapse before long."

"Just say it! It's fine!"

Shen Yifei cleared his throat and delivered the speech he had prepared long ago.

"Miss Leng, the poison in your body has penetrated deep into your soul. Ordinary antidotes can only clear toxins from your meridians and internal organs, but they cannot clear the poison from your soul. To clear the poison from your soul, you need... you need a man's essence as a medicinal guide."

"Essence?" Leng Rushuang frowned slightly. "How do you use it?"

"Take one pill internally, and crush the other pill and apply it externally to the dantian. The one for internal use needs to be used as a guide before swallowing. The one for external application also needs to be placed on the dantian for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

"Also, this medicinal ingredient... must be freshly taken out," Shen Yifei added.

He himself felt that what he said was a bit too much.

Although he felt a little uneasy inside, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.

He thought to himself, this is probably what Liu Mengli meant by shamelessness.

A flash of anger crossed Leng Rushuang's eyes, but suddenly she felt that Shen Yifei's words made sense, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what that sense was.

The Demon of Love seemed to sense Leng Rushuang's emotional shift. "Luckily, you planted 108 threads of love back then. If you hadn't planted even one, your words today would have ignited her murderous intent. You'd better hurry, or once the effects of the threads wear off, I'll probably have to find someone to collect your corpse."

"Tch, Ye Qianqiu has already fallen. She's only at the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm at most. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Leng Rushuang stared at Shen Yifei for a full ten breaths.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?"

"Miss Leng, what good would it do me to lie to you? If I can't be cured, will you let me go?"

Shen Yifei continued, "I know it's hard for you to accept, Miss Leng. If you're not willing, then forget it. Take the pill; it won't relapse for three to five years. As for what happens after three to five years..."

He sighed and shook his head. "We'll see when the time comes."

After saying that, he pushed the two jade bottles in front of Leng Rushuang.

Leng Rushuang didn't answer, and just sat there quietly.

Inside the main hall, the two people stared at each other, speechless.

After a long while, Leng Rushuang relaxed her shoulders slightly and let out a soft sigh.

"Is yours available?"