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

Shen Yifei was stunned for a long time before turning to look at Liu Mengli, "Mengli...did you scare Jinbao away?"

Liu Mengli withdrew that wisp of aura, returned to her usual appearance, and shrugged. "How was I supposed to know she was so easily frightened? I only revealed a tiny bit of the aura of the Reincarnation Demon God, and she turned and ran away."

Ye Ling stood to the side, "We've already got the Golden Essence, don't dawdle here any longer. If Huo Xin discovers the barrier is broken, we'll be in big trouble."

The three rose from the bottom of Crimson Flame Valley and landed at the valley entrance.

Shen Yifei glanced back at the cave, feeling that this trip had been very fruitful. Facing Huo Xin, with his consciousness merged with Ye Ling's, he should have the strength to fight back.

Jinbao's reaction when he saw Liu Mengli was a bit strange. Was Liu Mengli really that scary?

Shen Yifei tentatively asked with his divine sense, "Little Ancestor, are you alright?"

A muffled voice came from the depths of his mind: "I'm fine... don't mind me... I just... I was just startled by that woman... let me recover for a couple of days..."

Shen Yifei chuckled to himself, never expecting that one thing could subdue another, and that Jinbao was actually afraid of Liu Mengli.

"Little darling, why are you afraid of her?"

"Hmph, you think I'm afraid of her?... Hmm, who is she to you?"

"Who is she? She calls me master, so who do you think she is to me?"

"She called you master? This... how is that possible? She's the Demon God of Reincarnation!!"

"My little darling..."

"Stop! Don't call me 'ancestor' anymore, I can't accept that!"

After saying that, Jinbao fell silent.

Shen Yifei called out several more times, but Jinbao still did not respond.

The three left Crimson Flame Valley and headed towards the Demon Palace.

The closer you get to the Demon Palace, the more desolate it becomes. At first, you could still see some demon villages, but later you couldn't even see a single person.

A few days later, the outline of a dark city could be vaguely seen in the distance, standing at the edge of the wilderness.

"That's the main city where the Demon Palace is located, Demon Abyss City," Hongxiu said from inside the cauldron. "Before, this place was surrounded by fertile fields for hundreds of miles, with vast stretches of spirit fields and cattle and sheep everywhere. Now... now it's turned into this."

Shen Yifei's ominous premonition grew stronger. The fact that the Golden Essence of Crimson Flame Valley was still there meant that Bewitching Heart had not completely drained the foundation of the Demon Clan.

But at this rate, it won't be long before the entire demon territory becomes a wasteland.

The three concealed their presence and, under the cover of night, made their way to the outskirts of Demon Abyss City.

The walls of Demon Abyss City were built of black iron rock, and every few steps on the city wall stood a demon soldier in full armor.

The city gates were tightly closed, but the city walls were brightly lit, and the footsteps and shouts of patrolling soldiers could be faintly heard.

Shen Yifei didn't want to kill innocent people by barging in.

As Shen Yifei was pondering how to sneak in, Hongxiu emerged from the cauldron and whispered, "Young Master, I remember that the Demon Palace recruits a group of laborers from various places to work in the palace every year around this time. If we can infiltrate that group of laborers, we might be able to get directly into the Demon Palace."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei thought it was a good idea.

But Ye Ling's appearance was too eye-catching. Hong Xiu said that there were statues of her everywhere in the Demon Realm, and the people of the Demon Realm regarded her as a god.

Liu Mengli's alluring appearance made her stand out on the street.

Shen Yifei told them to return to the cauldron, and he would find a chance to sneak in himself.

Shen Yifei waited outside the city for several days and, sure enough, a group of servants came from the north. A group of ragged demon people lined up and walked into the city gate.

Shen Yifei mingled at the back of the group, concealing his cultivation level, and mimicked the way those in front of him, keeping his head down and neck hunched.

The person in charge spotted him, went up to him, and looked him up and down. "Where did you come from? You look unfamiliar!"

"My lord, I fled from Chiyang City. My fields at home have been dried up by drought, and I can't survive. I thought of going to the city to beg for food." Shen Yifei lowered his head and pretended to be pitiful.

The steward looked him up and down again, then waved his hand. "Alright, go in. Once you're in the palace, work hard and don't slack off, or I'll break your legs."

Shen Yifei quickly nodded and bowed, then followed the group into the city.

The former prosperity of Demon Abyss City is still evident. There are many people on the streets, but everyone seems to have lost their spirit and looks listless.

Along the way, Shen Yifei did see Ye Ling's statue, but it only looked about five or six parts similar to her. The black spear was the most obvious symbol of her statue.

The procession of servants traversed several long streets and arrived at the side gate of the Demon Palace.

The steward led them through a side door, through several corridors, and into a secluded courtyard.

He pointed to several rooms and said, "You'll all stay here. Get a good rest tonight, and we'll assign tasks first thing tomorrow morning. There are many rules in the palace. Don't look at what you shouldn't, don't ask what you shouldn't, and don't go where you shouldn't. Understand?"

"Got it!" the servants replied in unison.

Late at night, Shen Yifei and a dozen servants squeezed into a large communal room, their snores rising and falling. But he didn't sleep; he pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed while secretly releasing his divine sense to investigate the layout of the Demon Palace.

The Demon Palace's restrictions were layered upon layered, like a giant spider web covering the head; ordinary cultivators' divine senses were bounced back as soon as they ventured out.

Fortunately, the golden essence within Shen Yifei's body was a supreme treasure of heaven and earth, personally refined by Wan Shuo, rendering this restriction useless against him.

He let the essence of gold envelop his consciousness, and slowly drifted outwards along a wisp of breeze from the corner of the wall.

The Demon Palace has a simple structure, consisting of a main hall, a sleeping quarters, a study, a kitchen, a training ground, and a garden.

He peered towards the main hall again and suddenly overheard two patrolling demon guards whispering to each other:

"Has the Demon King summoned the Imperial Advisor to the palace again?"

"That's right. I heard that the Demon King handed over the military seals of the Obsidian Army to the Imperial Advisor."

"Just who is this Imperial Advisor? Why does the Demon King listen to him so readily?"

"Why are you meddling in so much? Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, get back to work."

He waited a moment longer and sure enough, he saw a figure in black robes talking with several demon generals in a side hall.

The figure's face was blurry, shrouded in a faint black mist, making it impossible to discern facial features. One could only vaguely sense an extremely strong evil aura.

Shen Yifei withdrew his divine sense, having already made up his mind.

If Huoxin can control a puppet, so can he.

Withdraw your divine sense and enter the Cauldron of All Things.

Ever since A Bao and Mei Shu entered the Cauldron of Myriad Things, the two of them have been obsessed with dual cultivation of their spiritual consciousness.

For the Soul Envoys, this technique was practically tailor-made for them.

"Ah Bao..."

Abao was entangled with Meishu when he heard Shen Yifei's shout, and he tumbled out.

After a few days apart, Shen Yifei noticed that the guy's physique had changed, and he could even make out some of his features.

"Master...Master!" Abao floated to Shen Yifei's side. "You finally found me. I thought you had forgotten about me."

"Where's your wife?"

"Yes, Master... Mei Shu and I have been diligently practicing the dual cultivation technique of spiritual consciousness you taught us these past few days, without slacking off at all!"

Shen Yifei thought to himself, "This guy is getting a good deal and then acting all innocent. He enjoys himself every day and still tries to take credit for it in front of me."

"Call your wife out, I have a mission!"