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

Shen Yifei listened to Liu Mengli's eloquent explanation, but his heart was filled with unease.

"Mengli, you make it sound so easy. What if that old bastard Huoxin really sneaks into my sea of ​​consciousness and I can't control him, but instead he controls me? Then I'll really become a dried-up corpse."

Ye Ling said, "Her method is risky, but it's feasible. I'll work with you to take him down!"

Hearing her say that, Shen Yifei finally felt much more at ease. Just as he was about to nod in agreement, a childish voice suddenly echoed from the depths of his consciousness:

"Hey kid, have you guys made up your minds yet?"

"Oh my, my little darling, you've finally spoken!"

"Hmph... If it weren't for the fact that Huoxin is so disgusting, I wouldn't bother getting involved in this."

"Don't worry, little ancestor. You just stay in my sea of ​​consciousness and wait for that old thing to arrive before giving him a good beating."

"Stop calling me 'ancestor'! Your little wife is a demon of reincarnation, I can't accept that!"

Shen Yifei and the others discussed the details of the operation again. Shen Yifei felt that the chances of winning were quite high, and the advantage was on his side!

As night fell, the Imperial Advisor personally went to the rear kitchen and selected several exquisite pastries and a pot of warmed Demon Spirit Wine, which he then had Shen Yifei carry to the bedchamber.

Shen Yifei lowered his head and bent over, walking through the corridors and courtyards until he reached the door of the sleeping quarters.

"Your Majesty, the Grand Preceptor has sent someone to deliver a midnight snack," the guard at the gate called out.

"Come in..." The Demon King's voice was still hoarse.

Shen Yifei pushed the door open and went in.

The Demon King slumped on his throne, his eyelids half-closed, his breathing shallow and weak.

Shen Yifei placed the tray on the table beside the throne, stared at the Demon King, and silently murmured to himself, "I am Youlan's son!"

After Shen Yifei finished speaking, he realized that he had said something unnecessary.

At this moment, the Demon King may not even know who he is, let alone his daughter who has been missing for many years.

He pushed the tray forward and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this is the late-night snack ordered by the Grand Preceptor. Please eat it while it's hot."

The Demon King finally opened his eyes.

"You...you raise your head."

Shen Yifei held his breath and slowly raised his head.

"What did you just say?"

"Please enjoy this late-night snack as ordered by the Imperial Advisor while it's still hot."

The Demon King stared intently at Shen Yifei with his murky eyes for a long time, then his lips trembled, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he croaked, "You... just now... said whose... son?"

"Your Majesty, you misheard."

"You...you look...a bit like someone..." The Demon King raised his hand slightly, his withered fingers trembling. "It's the eyebrows and eyes...these eyebrows and eyes...like...Lan'er..."

Shen Yifei suppressed his surging emotions. He had been too rash in saying that he was Youlan's son.

Shen Yifei could only whisper, "Your Majesty, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am just a servant who fled from Chiyang City."

The Demon King opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed, and his whole body convulsed violently. He gripped the armrests of the throne tightly with both hands and made strange "hoho" sounds.

"You...you go...go quickly..." The Demon King gritted his teeth. "It's waking up...I can't hold it down...you have to go..."

Before he finished speaking, the Demon King's eyes became empty, a hazy gray.

Shen Yifei took a half step back; the Bewitching Demon God was finally about to make his appearance!

The once withered and weak demon king slowly rose from his throne. His back straightened, and his entire aura underwent a complete transformation.

"Hehehe..." The Demon King opened his mouth and let out a strange laugh.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you take over my grandfather's body?" Shen Yifei stood up straight and pointed at the Demon King's nose, cursing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching display of family affection. Youlan's child, hmm... quite good..."

"Do you know my mother?"

"Of course I know that girl Youlan. When she first ran away from the Demon Realm, I sent people to look for her for many years. I never expected that she would hide among the humans and give birth to a bastard like you."

Shen Yifei suddenly realized something: when his mother left the demon territory, it was simply for fun.

If Huoxin had already taken control of the core of the demon territory, then the reason why Mother ran away back then was probably not so simple.

Seeing Shen Yifei's expression, Huo Xin burst into laughter.

"Kid, have you figured it out? Your mother ran away from the Demon Realm back then because of me."

Shen Yifei clenched his fists. So bewitching the demon god was the source of everything!

After laughing, Huo Xin continued, "That girl Youlan has exceptional talent and pure blood, making her an excellent vessel for nurturing a remnant soul. I originally planned to absorb her essence for a few years before turning her into a puppet. However, this clever girl sensed something was wrong and secretly ran away. I was busy dealing with those disobedient old fogies in the Demon Palace at the time and didn't have time to look after her, allowing her to take advantage of the situation! I originally intended to catch her back when I had some free time, but I didn't expect her to become so capable after running away. She married a decent man and even gave birth to you, this bastard."

When Huo Xin said the word "bastard," she stared intently at Shen Yifei, as if she was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yifei was already immune to those two words, and his thoughts remained completely unmoved.

"Then why don't you bring my mother back?"

"Because of your father, Shen Changtian! That kid is a bit strange. The groups of men I sent to hunt him down didn't even find a trace of your mother before they were all wiped out. At that time, I had just taken control of the Demon King's body and couldn't do it myself, so I released some information!"

"News? What news?"

"Hehe, kid, I might as well tell you everything today! I let all the cultivators in the world know that your father colluded with the witch, saying that your father had the Heaven-Shielding Umbrella. I originally planned to take advantage of the chaos that day to steal your father's corpse and steal the Heaven-Shielding Umbrella, but I didn't expect... hehe, this matter actually alarmed those people in the Immortal Realm!"

"My father isn't dead, is he?"

"Yes, kid, you guessed right. Your father isn't dead. I didn't expect he had such powerful backers!"

"Who was it? Who saved my father?" This was also what Shen Yifei was eager to know.

That night, the cultivation world besieged the Tianyan Sect, and too many things happened, involving too many forces.

The information I have seems to be far from the truth!

"Who saved them? Heh, I don't know either. How many people in this world could steal your father and the Heavenly Umbrella right under my nose without a sound?"

Shen Yifei thought of one person: the Immortal Emperor! Could it be that he was the one who made the move?

"What's hidden inside the Heaven-Shielding Umbrella that even a great demon like you wants to get your hands on?"

"What thing? Besides obscuring the secrets of heaven and concealing one's whereabouts, it's said... it can also... Hmm... you little bastard, this is not something you should know!"

"It seems you don't know either." Shen Yifei tried to provoke him.

Huo Xin laughed heartily, "Kid, your little tricks are nowhere near as good as the grandmaster of cunning!"

The Demon King, controlled by the Bewitching Heart, slowly walked towards Shen Yifei. With each step, Shen Yifei felt as if a thousand pounds had been added to his shoulders!

He tried to back away, but his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't lift them at all!

Huo Xin walked up to Shen Yifei, "Kid, I have to thank you for bringing Wan Shuo's inheritance over!"