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

"Master, don't get too carried away. Those four aren't quite dead yet," Liu Mengli reminded her from inside the cauldron.

Shen Yifei came to his senses and looked at the four Wanjian Manor disciples lying on the ground.

The four men were barely breathing, their chests caved in, clearly indicating that the sword strike had shattered their heart meridians, and even the most miraculous medicines could not save them.

Sun Huan, on the other hand, had his spiritual energy drained and was lying limp on the ground. He was now struggling to crawl backward, his face full of terror.

"You... what kind of monster are you?" Sun Huan's voice trembled.

Shen Yifei, carrying the Long Sky Sword, slowly walked up to Sun Huan. "I'm a monster? Didn't your uncle tell you? I'm a remnant of the demon race."

Having said that, he raised his sword as if to strike down. Sun Huan cried out in fright, covered his head with his hands, and curled up into a ball.

"You...you can't kill me! My uncle is Ye Qianqiu! If you kill me, the Ten Thousand Swords Manor will not let you get away with it!"

"Heh, do you think Wanjian Manor will let me go if I don't kill you?" Shen Yifei squatted down and patted Sun Huan's face. "Nephew, you're quite a genius, but unfortunately you were born into the wrong family. You should have thought about the consequences when you came to ambush me today."

Sun Huan's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but Shen Yifei didn't give him the chance.

With a thought, the Cauldron of All Things appeared before Sun Huan!

Sun Huan stared dumbfounded at the dark cauldron in front of him. A small monster was perched on the lid, drooling and staring at his crotch.

He had heard that Ye Wuhen's manhood was bitten off by a monster; could it be this thing?

"What...what are you going to do?"

Shen Yifei grinned, a bright smile on his face: "Nephew, the furnace hasn't been lit in a long time. Today is an auspicious day, perfect for alchemy. You're lucky to have caught it."

Sun Huan's face turned deathly pale instantly. He struggled to stand up, but he had very little spiritual energy left in his body, and his legs were so weak from fright that he couldn't get up even after struggling a few times.

"Nephew, why didn't you just enjoy a good time at Wanjian Manor? Why did you have to come looking for trouble? Aren't you just jumping into a fire pit?"

"I...I was wrong. Sect Leader Shen, you are so magnanimous, please let me go. I promise I will never cause you any more trouble..."

"Let you go?" Shen Yifei laughed. "So you can go back and inform your uncle, and then he'll bring people to kill me? Do I look like that kind of fool?"

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Sun Huan's expression changed. "Shen Yifei, if you kill me, Wanjian Manor will never forgive you!"

"Fine, then I'll wait and see. Your brother and you can come after me together for what you owe!"

With a thought, Shen Yifei pulled Sun Huan's body into the Cauldron of Myriad Things!

Sun Huan was locked in a pill-refining room, but Shen Yifei was in no hurry to refine the pills. He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to kill Ye Qianqiu!

Shen Yifei glanced at the four peak Mahayana disciples lying on the ground. These four weren't quite dead yet, so they couldn't be wasted.

"Don't be afraid, you four, it'll be over soon." Shen Yifei patted the cauldron. "I'm quite skilled, I guarantee you'll die without pain, and you can even be put to good use and contribute to the cultivation world. You were just lackeys of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor while you were alive, but after you die, you'll become pills and help others improve their cultivation. Isn't that great?"

One of the four disciples, the older one, still had a breath left. "You...you will die a horrible death..."

"If I die a horrible death, you won't be able to see it."

Shen Yifei led the four into the second alchemy room, activating the Myriad Things Cauldron with spiritual energy. The four squeezed into the room and were instantly enveloped in flames.

Sun Huan, listening to the screams from next door, collapsed in the corner of the alchemy room. He could smell the burning odor through the wall—the smell of burning human flesh.

"No...don't kill me..." Sun Huan desperately pounded on the wall. "Shen Yifei, let me go, and I'll give you anything! The martial arts techniques, sword manuals, spirit stones of Wanjian Manor—you name it, I'll give you anything!"

Shen Yifei heard it all clearly from outside, but he ignored it.

Now you know to beg for mercy?

late!

Before long, the flames in the alchemy room gradually died down, and eight dark human pills rolled out, spinning around at the bottom of the furnace.

The quality is not bad, it's above average, but it's a little short of being top-quality.

It's a pity. If these people had all been healthy and uninjured, they might have been able to cultivate something of the highest quality.

Shen Yifei put the eight human pills into the jade bottle, patted the cauldron, and said, "Nephew, stop shouting, it's your turn next."

Upon hearing this, Sun Huan felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She slid down the wall and sat on the ground, her eyes lifeless.

He suddenly stood up and slammed his head against the wall, attempting suicide.

How could Shen Yifei let her die so easily? With a thought, a cloud of mist appeared in the alchemy room, enveloping her and rendering her unable to move.

Shen Yifei chuckled twice. "Be a good boy and wait while your uncle thinks about what kind of pill to refine for you."

While Shen Yifei was busy heading to the East Sea, Lu Ya, from the Golden Crow Sect's side, also had a worried expression on his face.

Since Ye Qianqiu released Blood Shadow, Blood Shadow has lost contact.

A secret chamber in the back mountain.

Lu Ya sat cross-legged on a futon, facing a deep blue water mirror. He formed hand seals, attempting to establish a connection with Xue Ying through the restrictions within her body.

However, no matter how much spiritual power he tried to activate, Blood Shadow seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Strange..." Lu Ya frowned and tried again, but the result was the same.

The restrictions he personally placed had never failed. Blood Shadow had been sealed in the well for so many years; the restrictions had long since penetrated deep into his soul. How could they suddenly disappear?

Unless someone can break his seal.

However, those who can break his seal are extremely rare in the entire cultivation world. Those people have either already ascended to immortality or are living in seclusion; how could they possibly help a demon?

Lu Ya stood up and paced back and forth in the secret room a few times.

Could it be that Shen Yifei? Does he have some connections?

To burn the blood-shadow corpse and destroy all traces?

However, he could still sense that the restriction was still in place, and that Blood Shadow was not dead.

Although Cangwu Mountain has a protective array that prevents his divine sense from penetrating deeply, it's not entirely impossible for him to enter. As long as he can penetrate even a little, he can communicate with the Blood Shadow's restrictions.

Lu Ya thought and thought, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

There are quite a few unbelievable things that have happened to Shen Yifei. This little guy is really a bit strange!

Just as Lu Ya was at his wit's end, Elder Zhu knocked on the door outside the secret chamber.

"Sect Master, Manor Lord Ye requests an audience."

Lu Ya steadied himself, composed himself, and said, "Let him in."

The stone door opened, and Ye Qianqiu strode in.

His face was ashen, and he looked much older than when he last came. His eyes were sunken, his lips were pale, and he had lost all his former energy and spirit!

"Alliance Leader Lu, something's happened again." Ye Qianqiu plopped down on the prayer mat. "Sun Huan has disappeared, and we can't contact the four disciples he took with him either."

"Sun Huan? Your nephew?"

"Yes," Ye Qianqiu said resentfully. "I received his reply; he found Shen Yifei at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Chang'an!"

"Shen Yifei?" Lu Ya jumped to his feet! "He really isn't dead yet!"