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

Hou Feng raised an eyebrow after hearing Shen Yifei's words.

He was initially very polite when asking Shen Yifei for the account book. Ordinary cultivators, no matter how strong they are, would not dare to directly confront Marquis Beiyuan.

When he heard the complaints from the three who had escaped, he thought they had encountered some kind of reclusive master. But when he saw that Shen Yifei was so young, his cultivation level was nothing special.

He suppressed his anger and said, "What are your conditions? Tell me."

"My conditions..." Shen Yifei held up two fingers, "First, why did the Marquis of Beiyuan send a female cultivator to the Wanling Palace? Second, what is the true identity of Shi San, the one you're chasing?"

Upon hearing these two conditions, Hou Feng's expression changed. "Kid, you're asking for trouble! You're really asking for it!"

As soon as Hou Feng finished speaking, the four guards behind him drew their curved swords in unison, the gleam of the blades shining brightly in the lamplight.

Shen Yifei didn't even bother to look at the four knives. "I have a problem; I respond better to gentle persuasion than force. Let's negotiate properly..."

"Talk about your mother..."

Hou Feng slammed his hand on the table, shattering the entire surface into countless fragments.

The cultivators who had been drinking and watching the commotion in the tavern, seeing that things were going badly, all fled in an instant.

Hou Feng swayed and struck Shen Yifei's face with a palm. The palm strike was fierce, wrapped in a faint layer of black energy, clearly indicating a sinister and vicious technique.

Shen Yifei didn't dodge. With his right hand still holding the wine glass, he casually raised his left hand and met the attack with a palm strike.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the black energy on Hou Feng's palm actually reversed direction along his arm!

He was pushed backward by a strong force, his back hitting the wall.

Seeing their master suffer a loss, the four guards unleashed their swords simultaneously, aiming straight for Shen Yifei.

"Little monster, come out and try something new, some exotic eggs!"

The little monster hadn't heard Shen Yifei's summons for a long time, and with a "roar," it crawled out.

The four guards were poised, swords raised, in perfect stance. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past. Before they could react, four sharp cracking sounds rang out, and the four men's swords fell to the ground. Simultaneously, they clutched their groins, letting out a bloodcurdling scream, and collapsed to the floor!

Hou Feng leaned against the wall, completely dumbfounded.

"What...what kind of thing are you raising?" His voice trembled, and his finger pointing at the little monster was shaking.

"What is that? You want to try it?"

Hou Feng leaned against the wall, his previous arrogant demeanor completely gone.

He swallowed hard. "You...who exactly are you? Do you even know what the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion is? If my father gets angry, you won't even know how you died!"

"Your father is angry? I'm really scared. Go back and tell your father that there's a man named Shen Yifei living here, and we're waiting for him to come and talk to me. Oh, and ask him if Di Yuan knows about those things written on the last few pages of the account book."

Hou Feng's face tightened. He didn't say anything, clutched his chest, and fled in panic, with his four guards tumbling and crawling after him.

When the tavern owner saw the knives and blood on the ground, his face turned green and he almost fainted on the spot.

Shen Yifei pulled out a handful of spirit stones and threw them on the counter. "Shopkeeper, the broken things are on me. Clean it up and bring me a pot of good wine while you're at it."

Liu Mengli emerged from the cauldron and sat beside him, saying half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Master, the people of the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion won't let this go easily. You injured their young master and beat their people; they'll probably come out in full force soon."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Shen Yifei put down his wine glass. "I'm targeting these bullies who use their power to seduce others and sell female cultivators. Besides, since this Spirit Ruins was created by Wan Shuo, these petty thieves shouldn't exist here."

Shi San also leaned in and whispered, "Sir, the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion keeps a group of retainers, and it's said that there's an old monster among them named Wolf Slaughtering Heaven, whose methods are extremely cruel. If the Marquis releases him, he's not someone to be trifled with."

Shen Yifei chuckled, his tone disdainful: "Wolf Slayer? That name sounds intimidating, but I wonder how capable he is."

Seeing that Shen Yifei didn't seem to care, Shi San said, "My lord, you must not underestimate him! I heard that Lang Tutian was hired by the Marquis of Beiyuan at a high price from the edge of the Spirit Ruins. His cultivation has already reached the Ascension Realm! He slaughtered an entire sect by himself and even twisted off the head of their ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei became interested: "Halfway into the Ascension Realm? Isn't that perfect? ​​I've never fought an opponent of this level before, it'll be a good opportunity to test my skills!"

Hearing his tone, Shi San felt even more uneasy, as it seemed he really didn't take the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion seriously.

Although he was a menial servant, he had been immersed in the life of the Marquis of Beiyuan for many years.

Those who can climb to the position of Marquis of Beiyuan are by no means ordinary people. With the Wanling Palace backing them up, the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion is practically untouchable in this Spirit Ruins.

"My lord... if I may be so bold as to say this, behind the Marquis of Beiyuan's residence stands the Wanling Palace," Shi San said in a low voice. "The Wanling Palace, Di Yuan, is the heaven of the Spirit Ruins..."

"The sky over Lingxu?" Shen Yifei scoffed. "I want to see if those people from the Myriad Spirits Palace can rule this sky, or if I, Shen Yifei, can break through it."

Shi San remained silent. This new master, who had sprung up from some obscure corner, was far more arrogant than anyone he had ever met.

Seeing the worry on his face, Shen Yifei reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry so much, go back to sleep. No one's bothering me, I'm going to go bother them."

However, unexpectedly, Shen Yifei did not receive any troublemakers.

No one came to cause trouble until Shen Yifei and Liu Mengli had finished drinking, Liu Mengli returned to the cauldron drunk, and Shen Yifei returned to his room.

In the dead of night, a wolf howled outside Beiyuan City. Shen Yifei opened his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "What was bound to happen has finally happened. Quite particular, choosing to challenge them outside the city!"

He left the inn and headed straight out of the city.

Just outside the city, I saw an old man standing with his hands behind his back in the moonlight.

The old man wore an old gray-black robe, with white hair and a youthful face, giving him a rather ethereal and otherworldly air.

Shen Yifei couldn't see through his cultivation level at all.

Shen Yifei looked the old man up and down, then grinned and said, "I thought the Marquis of Beiyuan's mansion was raising a wolf, at least a ferocious beast with a blue face and fangs. I didn't expect it to be just a decrepit old man. You're standing here in the middle of the night in a tattered robe, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. "I am Wolf Slayer. You are the one who injured the Second Young Master?"

"It was me," Shen Yifei answered crisply, "and I also removed the testicles of four of his men!"

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Shen Yifei: "I don't kill nameless people. State your name."

"Shen Yifei, the sect master of the Tianyan Sect, is currently the Demon King of the Demon Clan, the second son-in-law of the East Sea Dragon Palace, and also the son-in-law of the Phoenix Clan..."

Shen Yifei rattled off seven or eight titles in one breath, then chuckled, "You're too old to remember all of them. Just remember one of my identities... Lord of the Spirit Ruins!"