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

"Ninth Princess, tell me, how can I help you?"

Zhao Yue raised her head, a sly smile flashing in her eyes. "My spiritual power is insufficient. I need you to use dual cultivation techniques to strengthen my spiritual power so that I can break this restriction."

Shen Yifei immediately understood seven or eight parts of the meaning in Zhao Yue's eyes when he saw her expression.

This little fairy has gone astray.

She wasn't satisfied with the dual cultivation of mind and soul just now, and she felt she had been too perfunctory.

The practice of cultivating both the spirit and the soul can heal the sick and save lives once or twice, but after three or four times, one becomes addicted and craves it.

In the previous round, he was in a hurry to finish the work and hastily wrapped it up. The girl wasn't satisfied, and now she's using the rescue as an excuse to clearly want him to "make up for lost time."

But ironically, what he said made a lot of sense.

To break the Soul-Locking Golden Seal, one indeed needs sufficiently powerful spiritual energy, and Shen Yifei has experienced this firsthand.

The divine souls transferred to her during their dual cultivation just now have probably been mostly absorbed by her. The remaining amount is really not enough for her to activate the secret techniques of the Immortal Realm.

"Ninth Princess is right," Shen Yifei said with a righteous expression. "If your soul power is insufficient, it will indeed be difficult to handle. Then let's cultivate together for another round to replenish your soul power before breaking the restriction."

Ao Ling'er watched the two of them from the side, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The two of them, talking back and forth, looked exactly like a married couple having a private conversation in bed.

Although she didn't know the pleasures of love between men and women, she wasn't an ignorant little girl either.

She saw through their subtle misunderstandings perfectly.

But with this mess she was in, and she was counting on these two, she couldn't say anything. She could only close her eyes and pretend she hadn't heard anything.

"Ninth Princess, let's begin." Shen Yifei sat down cross-legged and beckoned to Zhao Yue. "This time, I'm going to give you a proper make-up, so don't call for a stop."

Hearing him say that, Zhao Yue obediently sat down opposite Shen Yifei, her large outer robe hanging loosely on her body, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin at the collar.

She didn't care; if Ao Ling'er hadn't been there, she wouldn't have even bothered to put on any clothes.

"Then...then you're not allowed to brush me off like you did before."

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat. "Ninth Princess, rest assured, this time I will definitely replenish your soul more thoroughly, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

After saying that, he calmed his mind, separated a wisp of his soul, and slowly probed into Zhao Yue's brow.

The moment their souls made contact, Zhao Yue's soul immediately became entangled with theirs. There was no prelude, no probing, just a direct and straightforward encounter.

This clearly shows that Zhao Yue's trust in Shen Yifei is complete and without reservation.

"Ninth Princess, relax," Shen Yifei said in a low voice.

Zhao Yue gave a soft "hmm," completely opening her mind as if welcoming a long-awaited spring rain.

Shen Yifei no longer held back, accelerating the transfer of his divine soul power into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as that warm current entered the depths of Zhao Yue's consciousness, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, immediately creating ripples.

The silvery-white mist began to surge violently, as if cheering and jumping for joy, frantically devouring the soul power that Shen Yifei had transferred in.

"You...you slow down...I...I can't take it anymore..." Zhao Yue's voice sounded like she was crying.

After Shen Yifei's soul circulated through Zhao Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, it returned with a strange feeling.

That feeling was different from any of his previous dual cultivation experiences.

It was warm and smooth, like a pool of warm spring water enveloping his soul, carrying an indescribable feeling.

To his surprise, his soul returned to him and became noticeably thicker, with its soul power becoming more condensed and abundant.

"Could this be the divine power of a fairy?" Shen Yifei thought to himself in surprise. "Goodness, am I somehow getting something out of a fairy?"

He dared not slack off and continued to guide his own soul to nourish Zhao Yue's sea of ​​consciousness.

Each time he traveled through time, his soul would bring back a trace of silvery-white immortal energy. After that energy merged into his sea of ​​consciousness, he would feel more energetic.

Zhao Yue's soul was now completely open, like a boundless sea of ​​clouds, gently enveloping Shen Yifei's soul.

"You...you can feel it? I feel...I feel my soul...is connected to yours..." Zhao Yue said, her voice trembling.

Shen Yifei remained silent; he shared the same feeling as Zhao Yue.

"I...I can't take it anymore...My soul...is about to explode..."

Zhao Yue let out intermittent sobs, tears and saliva flowing down her face. She leaned limply against Shen Yifei, as if her bones had been removed.

"Don't be afraid, just bear with it, it'll be over soon." While stabilizing the two souls that were merging, Shen Yifei mobilized the red aura in his dantian and slowly transferred the red Five Elements Demon God power into the depths of Zhao Yue's sea of ​​consciousness through the merging channel.

Zhao Yue let out a high-pitched scream.

The sound pierced through the entire interior space of the Cold Marrow, carrying an indescribable tingling sensation, even making Ao Ling'er, who was standing aside waiting, feel her heart tremble.

The moment that red aura entered Zhao Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, her soul seemed to be ignited, bursting forth with dazzling light.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhao Yue's body went limp in Shen Yifei's arms, like a kite with a broken string.

"Ninth Princess? Ninth Princess?" Shen Yifei was startled. "Are you alright?"

Zhao Yue closed her eyes and breathed for a while before slowly opening them.

"I...I feel...I think I've grown up..." Zhao Yue looked down at her hands, "My soul...is much stronger than before..."

Shen Yifei was overjoyed. "It's done! Now we can break that restriction, right?"

"Yes!" Zhao Yue stood up, walked to Ao Ling'er, and gently pressed her forehead with her hand. "Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Ao Ling'er closed her eyes, still caught up in their passion. "Ninth Princess...you...come on?"

At this moment, Zhao Yue's soul power has been greatly enhanced by Shen Yifei.

She activated her divine soul, transforming it into a sharp dagger, and gently sliced ​​across the golden light barrier.

"Snap!"

With a soft sound, the golden light shield shattered, turning into countless golden specks that drifted out of Ao Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ao Ling'er let out a muffled groan and collapsed limply to the ground.

Shen Yifei quickly stepped forward to support her, "Sister Ling'er, are you alright?"

Ao Ling'er closed her eyes, her face as pale as paper, but her brows gradually relaxed.

Zhao Yue stopped. "Alright, the restriction is broken! Now we just need to repair her soul, and she will recover."

Looking at Ao Ling'er's weak state, Shen Yifei felt a pang of pity. "How can we replenish her strength? Continue with the dual cultivation we did earlier?"

"No," Zhao Yue shook her head, "I'll use my immortal power to nourish her soul."

After saying that, she stretched out her hand, and silver-white light gathered in her palm, slowly flowing into Ao Ling'er's brow.