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

Shen Yifei couldn't help but ask for clarification after thinking about this issue.

He moved closer to Ye Ling and sat down cross-legged.

"Senior, where did the gun you used back then go?"

Ye Ling opened her eyes and said softly, "The gun broke when it was sealed."

"It broke?" Shen Yifei's eyes widened. "What was that gun made of?"

"Millennial cold iron mixed with demonic dragon bone powder, it shouldn't break." Ye Ling frowned. "But that force was too strong, and the spear couldn't withstand it, so it broke."

"Senior, you don't have any weapons now. What will you do when the demon army comes?"

Ye Ling glanced at him. "Who says you can't fight without weapons?"

She stretched out her hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.

A faint black aura rose from her palm, condensed in the air, and gradually transformed into a black spear about ten feet long.

The gun was as black as ink, and the tip gleamed with a cold light, which made Shen Yifei shiver.

"This is..." Shen Yifei's eyes widened.

"Condensing form with qi." Ye Ling gripped the black spear in her hand. "Although it's not as effective as the old spear, it's enough to deal with some small fry."

"Senior, may I learn your technique of condensing qi into form?"

Ye Ling snorted, "Wait until you reach the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage. With your current cultivation level, you don't have enough demonic energy, and the things you condense won't be long enough or hard enough. You'll have trouble even poking tofu."

Shen Yifei's lips twitched. This woman really didn't hold back when she spoke.

But then I thought about it again. She was the God of War of the Demon Clan, someone who slaughtered seven peak Tribulation Transcending experts ten thousand years ago. My cultivation level was indeed not enough in her eyes.

"You're right, senior. I've learned a lot." Shen Yifei chuckled twice, not angry at all.

He suddenly remembered that Ye Ling recognized the little monster as a Thunder-Swallowing Beast, and Ye Qianqiu had also mentioned that it was a magical beast, so he asked, "Senior, do you recognize the Thunder-Swallowing Beast?"

Ye Ling nodded. "The Thunder-Swallowing Beast is the spirit pet of an ancient demon god. It likes to devour the thunder of heaven and earth and prefers to eat things with strong yang energy!"

"Ancient Demon God?" This was the first time Shen Yifei had ever heard this term.

"Yes, an existence even more ancient than the demon race. Legend has it that at the beginning of the world, there were nine demon gods who controlled nine primordial powers. Later, for some unknown reason, the nine demon gods perished or disappeared one after another, leaving behind only their spirit pets. The Thunder-Swallowing Beast is the spirit pet of the demon god who controlled the power of thunder."

Shen Yifei was stunned. "Senior, are you saying that the thing I'm raising is an ancient demon god's spirit pet? How many years has it lived?"

"A legendary creature, it has lived for billions of years..."

Before Ye Ling could finish speaking, she suddenly stood up. "They're here!"

Shen Yifei listened for a while before he heard shouts and the neighing of horses; quite a few people had arrived.

He hurriedly got up and walked towards the cave entrance. The women inside the cave also stood up nervously. Shen Yifei gestured for them to be quiet and not move!

The noise outside grew louder and louder, seemingly encircling the entire cave entrance.

Shen Yifei walked to the cave entrance, peeked out, and gasped in shock.

The valley outside the cave was densely packed with black-armored demons, numbering at least two or three thousand.

Leading the group was a demon general riding a skeletal horse, over three zhang tall, covered in black scale armor, and carrying a long sword that was not much shorter than himself.

Shen Yifei pulled his head back. "Senior, what should we do? There are at least three thousand demons outside, and the leader looks like he has the strength of the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

The demon general's voice echoed from outside the cave: "Listen up, you inside! Hand over Shen Yifei, and I might spare your lives! Otherwise, I'll raze this mountain to the ground and leave no one alive!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei realized that they had specifically named him and their target was very clear: these devils were acting under orders to capture him!

He poked his head out again. "Big guy, I'm Shen Yifei. We're complete strangers, with no grudges against each other. Why are you arresting me? Who sent you?"

When the general heard Shen Yifei introduce himself, he grinned, revealing a set of fangs.

"Who sent me, kid? You've offended someone you shouldn't have. Someone paid a hefty price to take your life. I'm just here to collect the money and get my hands on your head."

"I have just as many spirit stones as he offers. I'll offer double the price, and you'll withdraw your troops. Is there anything to discuss?"

The demon general laughed loudly, "Spirit stones? Your human's stuff is useless against us! That man promised us demons that if we kill you, we can leave the sealed land and regain our freedom!"

Upon hearing this man claim to be a demon, Ye Ling spat and pushed Shen Yifei aside, saying, "Stay in the cave and don't come out. I'm going to stretch my muscles."

Then, Ye Ling went straight out of the cave and flew into the air.

"Let me see which shameless bastard is calling themselves a demon!"

Ye Ling floated in mid-air, her long robe fluttering in the wind, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her curves.

Shen Yifei thought to himself, "Luckily, I tied your chest up. Otherwise, you would have been completely exposed the moment you showed your face."

The three thousand demons all looked up at Ye Ling in mid-air, and were all dumbfounded.

They had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and many of the demon soldiers drooled with envy.

The demon general squinted and stared at Ye Ling for a long time. The more he looked at the woman, the more familiar she seemed to him. He had an unusually strong feeling.

This woman is not someone you can mess with, but you can't be soft-spoken with her!

"You bitch, who are you? Let Shen Yifei out here. I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you off the hook!"

"Who am I?" Ye Ling sneered. "You don't even recognize me, yet you dare to call yourself a demon? I don't recall the demon race having a bunch of lowlifes like you!"

The demon general was furious at her words. "I'm General Black Tiger! Where did you come from, you bitch? You're asking for it!"

Shen Yifei hid at the cave entrance, listening to General Black Tiger calling her "stinky woman" over and over again, and looking at Ye Ling's cold face in mid-air, he was already silently bidding farewell to General Black Tiger in his heart.

"General Black Tiger? Hmph, a bunch of beasts think they can do whatever they want just because they've transformed into human form! You may not recognize me, but you should at least recognize it!!"

As Ye Ling finished speaking, a wisp of black energy rose from her palm, quickly condensing in the air and transforming into a black spear about ten feet long.

When Ye Ling held the long spear, she became murderous, a stark contrast to her previous cold and aloof demeanor!

When General Black Tiger saw the spear, his body tensed, and a warm flow ran down between his legs.

He was so scared he peed his pants!

Why did she look so familiar? The woman they saw was always dressed in black armor, never like this.

Now that the spear is out, if you still can't recognize it, then you're truly a fool!

The demons call her the Goddess of War, while the demons call her something else...

God of Slaughter!

Countless humans and demons have died at her hands!

A single battle resulted in the slaying of seven powerful human beings. This is not a legend, but something witnessed by countless demons!

General Black Tiger regretted it; he regretted not trusting his first instinct.

When he saw Ye Ling again, a long spear had already pierced through his chest, lifting him high into the air.