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

Xinghe was startled by Feng Jiuzhou's kneeling and quickly stepped aside. "Old Feng... Clan Chief, please don't kneel before me, I can't accept it! Get up, get up!"

Feng Jiuzhou did not get up, remaining kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed on Xinghe, his lips trembling, his voice shaking, "The Immortal Doctor...you are the Immortal Doctor! You saved the previous patriarch of my Phoenix Clan, do you remember?"

Xinghe blinked her big eyes, tilted her head, and looked at Feng Jiuzhou with a blank expression. "Elder, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm not called the Immortal Doctor, my name is Xinghe, and I'm my brother's..."

She pointed at Shen Yifei, "I am my brother's sister."

"No! I won't mistake you!" Feng Jiuzhou insisted. "Back then, during that great battle, the Phoenix Clan went to support the Human Clan, but they were ambushed by demons on the way. My father... the then-Phoenix Clan Chief, was cleaved in two by a demon general! It was you... it was you who pulled my father back from the brink of death! I will never forget your face!"

Xinghe scratched his head. "Which major battle? Which year? How come I don't know?"

"Ten thousand years, more than ten thousand years..."

"Old clan leader, hahaha..." Xinghe laughed uncontrollably, "You... do I look that old? I'm still a child..."

After saying that, she blinked her big eyes at Feng Jiuzhou, looking innocent and carefree.

Feng Jiuzhou stared at Xinghe's small face, becoming more and more certain that he hadn't made a mistake.

More than 10,000 years ago, he was a young and ambitious prince of the Phoenix Clan. He witnessed the legendary immortal doctor piece together his father's body, which had been split in two.

His appearance, his demeanor, especially his eyes, were exactly the same as the little girl in front of him.

"Elder Chief, are your memories from over ten thousand years ago still fresh in your mind after your resurrection?" Shen Yifei quickly tried to smooth things over. "My sister is only seventeen or eighteen years old. How could she possibly be an immortal physician from over ten thousand years ago?"

Feng Jiuzhou didn't recognize Shen Yifei either. "And who is this?"

Just as Shen Yifei was about to introduce himself, Feng Qingyin spoke first, "Father, this is my savior, Shen Yifei, the sect leader of Tianyan Sect. If it weren't for him, I would still be under house arrest by Feng Xiaotian."

Shen Yifei understood Feng Qingyin's little thoughts. If he directly revealed their romantic relationship, Feng Jiuzhou probably wouldn't be able to accept it, after all, he was still a human.

Upon hearing the name "Feng Xiaotian," Feng Jiuzhou's face instantly darkened. "That beast Feng Xiaotian! I treated him like a brother, and he actually poisoned my wine! Cough cough..."

He had just been resurrected and was still very weak. The excitement caused him to cough violently.

Xinghe quickly stepped forward, placed her small hand on his chest, and gently infused him with a wisp of green spiritual energy. "Elder Chief, you've just come back to life, don't get excited, your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

Feng Jiuzhou felt the familiar spiritual energy fluctuations, which made him even more certain.

"Divine Doctor...it really is you!" Feng Jiuzhou's eyes instantly reddened. "More than ten thousand years have passed, and you haven't aged at all! You're still the same old...no, no, you'll never age...! My father was split in two back then, and you were the one who pieced him back together with your own hands! Those hands, that spiritual power, I will never forget them in this lifetime!"

Xinghe was a little confused when she saw how certain he was, as she had no memory of her past.

Her memories only begin in the Valley of the Underworld, until she was rescued by Shen Yifei.

She had never thought about why she was sealed there or where she came from.

Could it be that I really am the immortal doctor he spoke of?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Those who have lived for ten thousand years are all old monsters.

Look at those old fogies from the Golden Crow Sect, they're all like ghosts.

Xinghe got goosebumps at the thought. She didn't want to be some immortal doctor; she was Shen Yifei's little sister. A young and adorable little sister.

"Old Phoenix, I'm not some immortal healer. If you keep talking, I won't treat you anymore!"

Shen Yifei quickly stepped forward, "Elder Chief, let's put aside the matter of the divine doctor for now. The most urgent task is to deal with that freak, Feng Xiaotian!"

As the head of his clan, Feng Jiuzhou quickly regained his composure, wiped his eyes, and said, "Sect Leader Shen is right! That beast Feng Xiaotian, I must kill him with my own hands!"

Feng Qingyin nodded in agreement. "Father, Feng Xiaotian is delusional about ascending the throne. The grand ceremony is tomorrow."

Feng Jiuzhou remained silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with cold light. "A coronation ceremony? Fine! Then let him die clearly and distinctly in the ceremony, in front of the entire clan!"

That evening, Shen Yifei sneaked out of the inn again and found the residence of the Fourth Elder, Feng Songjiang.

Feng Songjiang was pacing back and forth in the courtyard when he saw Shen Yifei climb over the wall and hurriedly came to greet him, "Sect Leader Shen, how is the situation?"

"Fourth Elder, I have brought something with me. You will see it when you see it." Shen Yifei released a trace of Feng Jiuzhou's aura from the Cauldron of Myriad Things.

Feng Songjiang felt that familiar oppressive aura, and froze on the spot. Then, with a "thump," he knelt on the ground. "Clan leader! Clan leader, you..."

Shen Yifei quickly pulled him up. "Shh... Fourth Elder, don't make a sound. The old patriarch is indeed alive, but he is still in the recovery phase and it's not advisable for him to show himself. For tomorrow's enthronement ceremony, you just need to follow the plan, and the old patriarch will naturally appear then."

Tears streamed down Feng Songjiang's face as he nodded repeatedly, "Good! Good! I will definitely cooperate tomorrow! Sect Leader Shen, how is the old patriarch... how is he?"

"It's alright, just a little weak, after all, he just came back to life." Shen Yifei patted his shoulder. "Fourth Elder, go and contact those reliable elders now. Tomorrow at the ceremony, as long as I give the order, you can launch your attack."

Feng Songjiang nodded repeatedly, and the two discussed some more details. Under the cover of night, Shen Yifei quietly returned to the inn.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the entire Wutong Secret Realm became lively.

The Phoenix Clan's succession ceremony is the most important event in the Phoenix Clan's history of ten thousand years. Although Feng Xiaotian forcibly ascended the throne as the acting clan leader, the pomp and ceremony still had to be elaborate.

Thousands of Phoenix Clan members had gathered early in the morning in the square in front of Luofeng Mountain, forming a dense, dark mass.

A high platform was erected in the center of the square, covered with a red velvet carpet, and a golden chair was placed in the very center.

On either side of the high platform stood two guardians dressed in fiery red robes, the Four Symbols Guardians: Feng Lin, Feng Huo, Feng Shan, and Feng Hai.

Below the stage, twelve Phoenix Clan elders stood on both sides, seven or eight of them expressionless, as if today's coronation ceremony had nothing to do with them.

The remaining four or five had increasingly serious expressions, with the Fourth Elder, Feng Songjiang, being particularly grim-faced, his eyes fixed on the high platform as if he wanted to bore a hole through the chair.

Shen Yifei was seated in the front row of the audience, alongside some prominent members of the Phoenix Clan.

There's a high platform in front of us, offering a great view.

With nothing else to do, he chatted idly with the people around him, asking, "Any interesting performances at your enthronement ceremony?"

The man glanced at him, said coldly, "No!", and then ignored him.

Shen Yifei wasn't going to sit idly by. "I've heard that the women of your Phoenix Clan are good at singing and dancing. I was hoping to see a few pretty girls dance to liven things up."

The man thought to himself, "How dare you say such a thing at such a solemn ceremony!" He held back, suppressing the urge to slap Shen Yifei.

At three quarters past Chen hour, drums and music resounded, and the clan chief's succession ceremony officially began!