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

Shen Yifei stared at the cluster of flames, so excited he almost jumped up on the spot.

"It's done! It's done!" He held the cluster of ghostly cold flames and circled the secret chamber several times.

"Brother, why is your fire cold?" Xinghe leaned closer, stretched out her little hand to test it, and clicked her tongue in amazement. "It's so cool. It's great to have a fire to cool down in the summer."

"Cooling down? This is a treasure specifically for refining the soul! I'll scare that freak Jin Lian later."

Shen Yifei entered the Myriad Things Cauldron and arrived at the alchemy room.

Jin Lian was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, looking like an old monk in deep meditation.

He never imagined that after refining elixirs for thousands of years, he would end up being thrown into the alchemy furnace by a little brat.

I wonder if this is divine retribution.

"Old Jin, are you comfortable in here?" Shen Yifei suddenly appeared in front of Jin Lian.

"You've come at the right time..." The moment Shen Yifei appeared, Jin Lian immediately made his move, intending to execute Shen Yifei on the spot!

Before he could even make a move, the restrictions inside the furnace bound him tightly once more.

This time, Jin Lian was completely bound and unable to move.

"You... fucking let me go..." Jin Lian roared as he struggled.

"Old Jin, no one will hear you no matter how loud you shout. Just behave and I'll make you feel better..."

Shen Yifei walked up to Jin Lian with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Now you know what it feels like for innocent women to have their souls extracted and refined into 'beauty souls,' right?"

After saying that, Shen Yifei stretched out his palm, and a cluster of pale blue flames appeared in front of Jin Lian.

"Old Jin, look what this is!"

The moment Jin Lian's gaze fell upon the cluster of flames, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his whole body trembled.

"Netherworld Cold Flame?" Jin Lian's voice trembled. "You... how could you possibly possess Netherworld Cold Flame??"

"I'm exceptionally gifted. I saw you use it once and you learned it." Shen Yifei moved the flame closer. "Old Jin, how long do you think it will take me to refine you into a Soul Pill?"

Jin Lian's face twitched twice. He knew the power of the Netherworld Cold Fire. That fire didn't burn the physical body, but it burned the soul. He had used this fire to refine the souls of countless people.

"What...what exactly do you want?" Jin Lian's voice had lost its previous force.

"Old Jin, you said you've been refining soul pills for thousands of years and have a wealth of experience. It would be such a waste not to use it. So I've come up with a win-win solution: I'll refine you, and all your pill-refining experience will be mine."

"You...you're dreaming! You'll get nothing if you refine me!!! Let me go, and maybe I can teach you a move or two!" Jin Lian knew that Shen Yifei wanted to refine the Soul Pill, so he definitely wouldn't take his life.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

"Old Jin, do you know where you are right now?"

"Where? Isn't it your broken stove?"

"Yes, that's right, it's an alchemy furnace. This furnace was used by the Five Elements Demon God, the Cauldron of All Things. Have you heard of it?"

Upon hearing the words "Calligraphy of All Things," Jin Lian's face instantly turned deathly pale.

"What did you say? This is... the Cauldron of All Things? The Cauldron of All Things of the Five Elements Demon God Wan Shuo?"

"Wow, Old Jin, you've got some knowledge! You even know about the Cauldron of All Things?"

"I...how could I not know..." Jin Lian's voice trembled with tears. "Lord Soul Devourer once said that among the nine demon gods, the most powerful is the Five Elements Demon God, Wan Shuo. He possesses the Cauldron of All Things, capable of refining everything in the world, even demon gods and immortals!"

"Hehe, Old Jin, since you know the name of the Cauldron of Myriad Things, that makes things easier." What quality pill would be produced if you, a peak Tribulation Transcending Soul Envoy, were refined into a Soul Pill?

Jin Lian's lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He certainly knew the power of the Cauldron of All Things, and even more so the might of the Netherworld Cold Flame. With these two things combined, let alone a Soul Envoy at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage, even the Soul Devouring Demon God himself would have to think twice.

"Sect Master Shen... Sect Master Shen..." Jin Lian's voice trembled. "Let's talk this out. I'll give you anything you want! You already know the incantation for the Netherworld Cold Flame, and I can teach you the secret method for refining Soul Pills! And all the rare and precious materials I've accumulated over the years, I can give them all to you!"

"I've taken everything from your Black Stone Palace, and I don't need you to teach me how to refine Soul Pills, so you're useless to me!"

Before Jin Lian could reply after Shen Yifei finished speaking, a wisp of Netherworld Cold Flame struck Jin Lian!

The moment the flames touched Jin Lian's body, they instantly spread throughout his entire body with a "whoosh".

"Ah... Shen Yifei! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Master Jin, stop shouting. Think about all the female cultivators who died at your hands. You're really wasting their talents. There are so many good things to do with beautiful women..."

As Shen Yifei spoke, anger rose in his heart, and he continued to unleash his divine soul, increasing his firepower.

Jin Lian's body began to twist violently, and he struggled desperately like a mudfish thrown into a pot of boiling oil, but the restrictions of the Cauldron of Myriad Things locked him tightly, and he could not break free at all.

The Netherworld Cold Fire does not burn the physical body, but only the soul. However, the most terrifying thing is that Shen Yifei has just mastered the Netherworld Cold Fire, so its power and firepower are insufficient.

The soul, which could normally be burned by a single fire, was gradually refined under Shen Yifei's firepower.

This is nothing short of a thousand cuts to the soul, and what's being cut isn't just slices of meat, it's shredded meat.

Jin Lian's soul power, cultivated for thousands of years, flowed out of his body along with the burning flames, gathering into a ball of golden liquid at the bottom of the furnace.

"Sect Master Shen! Grandpa Shen! Let me go! I'll serve you like a slave!" Jin Lian began to beg for mercy, his voice filled with despair and fear.

"Old Jin, it's too late now. Why didn't you beg for mercy before I threw you into the furnace?"

"I...I didn't know you really had the Cauldron of All Things!" Jin Lian cried like a child. "If I had known, I would never have dared to touch that cauldron, even if you killed me!"

Shen Yifei was too lazy to waste words with him, so he activated the Netherworld Cold Flame and increased its power.

Shen Yifei refined it for two full hours. Jin Lian's screams grew weaker and weaker, and its body became increasingly limp.

Finally, it condensed at the bottom of the furnace into a pill the size of a longan, flowing with a golden luster.

"Hmph, what need is there for a Soul Pill refining method? The Myriad Things Cauldron can produce it directly! Old Jin, look at my refining, how does it compare to yours?"

Jin Lian became unresponsive, his entire body hanging in the furnace as if his bones had been removed.

Seeing this, Shen Yifei showed no pity. He unleashed a wisp of black flame combined with red breath, burning Jin Lian to ashes.

Shen Yifei picked up the golden soul pill, examined it for a moment, and said, "Old Jin, you've done too many evils. I'm taking you down on behalf of Heaven."

After saying that, he swallowed the Soul Pill in one gulp. The Soul Pill dissolved instantly upon entering his stomach.

Suddenly, Shen Yifei let out a muffled groan and froze on the spot.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

Without exception, all the images depicted the female cultivators' final moments before death while Jin Lian was refining the Beauty Soul.

Their eyes were filled with fear, despair, and resentment.

Those images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, every face was clear, and every expression was vivid.

Shen Yifei felt as if he had been thrown into a huge whirlpool.

The women's screams, cries, curses, and pleas for mercy all mingled together, transforming into an invisible force that desperately tried to penetrate his consciousness.