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

Shen Yifei screamed, clutched his head, and knelt on one knee. Veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat poured down his face.

"Master! What's wrong?" Liu Mengli was startled and quickly floated to his side.

"Brother!" Xinghe quickly ran over and placed her small hand on his forehead, trying to check on his condition.

But as soon as her hand touched Shen Yifei's brow, it felt like she had been burned by something, and she quickly withdrew it.

"Such powerful resentment!" Xinghe exclaimed. "Jin Lian's Soul Pill contained the resentment of tens of thousands of female cultivators! My brother absorbed it all at once, and his sea of ​​consciousness is being impacted by that resentment!"

Liu Mengli panicked, "What should we do? Should we force out that soul pill?"

"It can't be forced out anymore. The Soul Core has already dissolved and merged with my brother's soul. Now, it's up to my brother to pull through. If he can pull through, he can fully absorb the power of the Soul Core. If he can't..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.

Shen Yifei is currently experiencing unprecedented pain.

Those resentful thoughts seemed to have a life of their own, frantically tearing at his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to completely engulf his mind.

"Boy, you think you can gain my power by refining me?" A cold voice rang in his mind. It was a wisp of Jin Lian's remnant soul left in the Soul Pill. Shen Yifei's Netherworld Cold Flame still hadn't completely refined this guy.

"I've cultivated for thousands of years, how could a junior like you easily take it away? These women's resentment has stolen your soul, so I can take over your body... Hmm... Not bad... Haha... What a big one... Not bad... Haha..."

Jin Lian's remnant soul laughed triumphantly in Shen Yifei's sea of ​​consciousness, as if it had already taken over this physical body.

Shen Yifei clutched his head, curled up on the ground, his body trembling violently.

"Brother! Brother!" Xinghe was so anxious that she kept pacing around, her little hands trying to press on Shen Yifei's forehead, but each time she was pushed away by that powerful resentment.

"Master!" Liu Mengli was also anxious. She tried to support Shen Yifei with her own soul, but like Xinghe, she couldn't even touch him.

"Master, hang in there! You fucking have to hang in there!"

Shen Yifei gritted his teeth until they bled.

He could feel his consciousness being eroded little by little. The resentment surged in wave after wave like a tide, and each impact caused his sea of ​​consciousness to tremble violently.

"Hahaha... Kid, stop struggling!" Jin Lian's remnant soul laughed wildly. "Your physical body is not bad, and your talent is alright too. It's a little worse than my original body, but it'll do for now!"

Shen Yifei tried desperately to calm himself down, but the resentment was too much and too strong. The despair and fear of thousands of female cultivators before their deaths were like sharp knives, churning wildly in his mind.

"Damn it... I... won't... lose to you, you old bastard..."

Shen Yifei felt his consciousness gradually fading, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

"Jin Lian! You're a fucking beast!" Shen Yifei gritted his teeth, speaking each word with deliberate force. "What did those women ever do to you? What right do you have to refine them into pills? What right do you have?"

"Why should I? Heh... because they're weak!" Jin Lian's remnant soul laughed wildly. "The strong prey on the weak, it's only natural! My cultivation is higher than theirs, I can refine whomever I want! What can you do about it?"

"What can I do?" Shen Yifei's face was contorted with rage. "Today I'm going to avenge them and make you, you beast, disappear from this world forever!"

"Haha... You? You can't even protect yourself..."

Shen Yifei tried to resist and mobilize the red energy in his dantian, but his soul was completely surrounded by resentment and he could not make any contact with it.

"It's over, it's over..." Shen Yifei began to give up in his heart. "I never thought I would be tricked by a Soul Pill."

Just then, the Demon of Love suddenly yawned and slowly woke up.

"Young master, what's wrong with you again? I just took a nap, and you've already made yourself like this?"

Shen Yifei had no time to pay attention to her. He was locked in a fierce battle with the thousands of resentful thoughts and the remnant soul of Jin Lian in his sea of ​​consciousness. He was in so much pain that he was curled up in a ball, his teeth grinding together.

"Huh? This smell..." The Demon of Love immediately perked up. "Isn't this the resentment of women? And all of them are the resentment of beautiful women! This is good stuff!"

"What the hell are you spouting? These grudges are driving me crazy!"

"Kill you?" The Demon of Passion sneered. "Young Master, don't be ridiculous. You have the aura of the Five Elements Demon God within you, the Cauldron of All Things protecting you, and I, the Demon of Passion, am here. You think you can kill me with just these resentments?"

"Then why aren't you making a move? Are you just standing there watching the show?"

"I'm just waiting for you to ask me for help, young master. If you ask me for help once, I'll help you this once."

"Please, please! I beg you! Just do it now!"

"If you're asking for a favor, you have to do it properly," the Demon of Love said slowly. "Young master, you have to say, 'Sister, please help me,' and you have to be sincere."

At this crucial moment, the demon actually started negotiating terms with Shen Yifei.

"What...what kind of trick are you playing?"

"Young master, once I've dealt with these grievances for you, I can regain my physical body. What do you think of my future?"

Shen Yifei remained silent.

He knew that the woman, the Demon of Love, was truly capable. He could tell from how she helped him withstand the soul attack of the Soul-Cleansing Grass that her mastery of the soul was far superior to his own.

If she were truly willing to take action, these grievances wouldn't be a problem.

But the question is, are these woman's conditions really that simple?

"What are the conditions?" Shen Yifei asked through gritted teeth.

"It's very simple." The Demon of Love's voice carried a hint of amusement. "Young Master, once I've refined these resentments, my physical body will be almost fully recovered. At that time, you'll have to arrange a proper status for me."

"Status? What status?"

"What kind of title are you talking about?" the Demon of Love scoffed. "I can't stay inside you forever, can I? After you've settled things with all those other women, you'll have to make room for me. I want to be your woman, the proper kind."

"What did you say? You want to be my wife too?"

"What? Is that not allowed?" The Demon of Love's voice carried a hint of displeasure. "I've saved you several times, I've saved your life, what's wrong with wanting a title?"

"You...you're taking advantage of a crisis, aren't you?"

"Young master, that's a harsh way to put it," the Demon of Passion chuckled. "I'm just asking for fair compensation. Besides, my figure and looks aren't bad, are they? Once my body recovers, I'll definitely be just as good as those women. You won't be losing out by taking me in."

For a moment, Shen Yifei couldn't find any rebuttal.

"Okay, okay! I promise! Hurry up and do it, I can't hold on much longer!"

"Young master, do you keep your word?" The Demon of Love's voice carried a hint of cunning. "You can't go back on your word when the time comes."

"You've changed your mind about being my son!"