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

The golden light merged into one, unstoppable, and crashed straight into Huo Xin's chest!

"puff……"

Huo Xin was struck by the golden light and was sent flying backward, tumbling twice before regaining her balance.

He looked down and saw a hole the size of a bowl that had been punched through his chest, from which black smoke was billowing out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, kid, you've got some skills. You've even mastered the Yin-Yang Unity technique. No wonder Wan Shuo was willing to pass on his legacy to you."

Huo Xin patted his chest, and the hole the size of a bowl gradually healed.

Huo Xin grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth. "Too bad, with your limited abilities, you can't possibly defeat me within my sea of ​​consciousness!"

Shen Yifei watched as the golden light split into two again, each returning to its place.

He spat at Huoxin: "You've practically crawled into my head, and you still have the nerve to say this is your territory? Have you no shame?"

"A face?" Huo Xin laughed loudly. "Didn't I just say? I don't have that kind of thing!"

Huo Xin suddenly waved his hand, and the gray mist in the entire sea of ​​consciousness surged up instantly, like boiling mud, pressing down on Shen Yifei from all directions!

The gray fog carried a corrosive odor; getting even a speck on it was like having hot oil poured into water.

A layer of golden light emanated from Shen Yifei's body, barely blocking the erosion of the gray mist. But the gray mist piled up layer upon layer, densely packed, as if trying to crush his soul into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Wife!" Shen Yifei shouted through gritted teeth.

"Here it comes!" Ye Ling's figure appeared from the depths of her consciousness, her black spear glowing with golden light as she thrust it into the thickest cloud of gray mist.

The gray fog was punctured, creating a hole, but it quickly gathered again.

Ye Ling poked at it several times, making the hole tighter and tighter, but Huo Xin always managed to fill it in the next moment.

"Hey, you're like a leech that's become a spirit!" Shen Yifei cursed as he fought off the gray mist.

"Haha...! Kid, keep your bravado!" Bewitching voices echoed from all directions. "Once you're out of strength, I'll chew you up piece by piece and swallow you whole. Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

Shen Yifei was genuinely starting to panic.

Huo Xin wasn't talking about a threat; he genuinely felt his spiritual power being rapidly depleted.

That golden light was indeed powerful, but the energy drain was equally astonishing. If it continued, he would truly be finished.

"Honey, let's do it one more time!"

The mind moves as it pleases! A golden light once again shot towards the bewitching mind!

Huo Xin sneered, "Using this trick again? Kid, I've already tasted your and your wife's yin-yang union. It's powerful enough, but it's still a little lacking."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the gray mist in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly contracted, enveloping the golden light that Shen Yifei and Ye Ling had combined, forcefully containing the impact of their combined golden light.

"Sizzle..."

A piercing friction sound exploded in Shen Yifei's mind. The golden light crashed into the gray mist net, creating a bulge in the net, but it did not break through.

Shen Yifei's heart sank.

That last attack was the result of his and Ye Ling's full strength. If that attack failed to pierce Huo Xin, then they would truly be out of options.

"Heh... Kid, you've run out of tricks, haven't you?"

Huo Xin's withered face emerged from the gray mist, his mouth twisted in a grin, his yellowed teeth faintly visible in the mist.

"The unity of Yin and Yang, the fusion of the Five Elements—it sounds impressive, but your foundation is what it is. You only have one element, Metal Essence. At the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, that's about all you can do. If you had cultivated for a few hundred more years, you might have been able to challenge me. Unfortunately, I can't wait that long, and you don't have the fate for that."

Shen Yifei felt himself being squeezed tighter and tighter, and his soul began to distort.

Ye Ling stood beside him, clenching her teeth, her face pale, and most of her black armor was broken!

"Honey, hang in there!" Shen Yifei shouted.

"I can handle this! Mind your own business!"

Huo Xin laughed heartily: "What a pair of star-crossed lovers, still so lovey-dovey at a time like this. Don't worry, I'm not some clueless brute. After I've refined your souls, I'll seal your soul deep in your sea of ​​consciousness, and you'll watch every day as I slowly drain your wife's soul. That should feel pretty good."

"Are you fucking a pervert?" Shen Yifei cursed.

"Perverted?" Huo Xin tilted his head. "This is called enjoyment. Your woman is tortured to death little by little by me. This is more exciting than anything else."

Shen Yifei said speechlessly, "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Huo Xin leisurely pulled the net away. "Keep cursing. The harsher you curse, the better I like it. After you've cursed enough, I'll start eating."

Shen Yifei chuckled and said, "If I could curse you to death, I could curse you ten thousand times, without repeating myself. Ugly freak, you think that's all I've got?"

"Come on, use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, I'll play along."

Just then, a woman's voice came from behind Huoxin, "Oh my, Seventh Brother, you're not dead yet?"

Upon hearing this voice, Huo Xin froze, and her hands gradually loosened the net binding Shen Yifei and Ye Ling.

He slowly turned around and saw Liu Mengli, "Lun... Ji!"

"Seventh Brother, it's been tens of thousands of years, how come you still look so ugly? My God, just looking at your face will shorten my lifespan by three years."

Liu Mengli swayed over, her pink dress standing out starkly against the gray mist. She crossed her arms, looked Huoxin up and down with a look of disgust.

"Lunji, what are you doing here!"

"Why can't I be here?" Liu Mengli blinked her peach blossom eyes. "Seventh Brother, have you forgotten? Back when you instigated Shi Yan and Kong Yuan to fight each other, you told me personally that I was the most beautiful one among the nine people and that you wanted to recruit me."

Huo Xin chuckled dryly. "Lun Ji, didn't you already perish back then? How come your remnant soul is by this little bastard's side?"

"You're the little bastard." Liu Mengli's face turned cold. "Seventh Brother, you insulted my master, so you insulted me. If you insult me, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

"Mengli..." Shen Yifei tried to speak from the side.

"Master, don't speak yet." Liu Mengli winked at him. "Let me catch up with him first."

Liu Mengli reached into her bosom, pulled out a pink light bead, and twirled it between her fingertips.

The light from the bead shone directly on Huoxin's withered face, illuminating the wrinkles on his face clearly.

Huo Xin stared at the bead, her eyes holding a strange look: "You still keep this?"

"Of course I'll keep it." Liu Mengli tossed the bead gently, and it landed back in her palm.

"This is the token of love that you, Seventh Brother, personally gave me back then."

Upon hearing "token of love," Shen Yifei was utterly astonished. Liu Mengli—no, the Reincarnation Demon God—had a past relationship with the Bewitching Demon God?

Liu Mengli continued, "Seventh Brother, you said that you put a lot of effort into making this bead, and that it contains all your tenderness and affection. You said that as long as I have this bead, you will never harm me."

Huo Xin burst into laughter after hearing this. "Eighth Sister, aren't you being too naive? You believe what I say? When have I ever told the truth?"