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

Just as the Soul-Cleansing Grass was absorbing the essence, it suddenly gagged twice and exhaled two rings of black mist from its small mouth.

Wolf Slayer roared, "My soul isn't so easy to eat!"

Wolf Slaughter suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. The black blood transformed into a wolf's head in mid-air, and the wolf's head opened its blood-red maw, letting out a mournful howl.

The wolf's howl actually drowned out the lingering sound of the bell.

Wolf Slaughter's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his whole body seemed to have been activated by some secret technique. His aura surged, and the qi that had been scattered by the sound of the bell instantly re-condensed, becoming even denser and thicker than before.

"Boy, you've forced me to unleash my life-bound wolf spirit," Wolf Slayer sneered. "Today, it's either you or me who dies!"

"You old bastard, bring it on, whatever you've got!" Shen Yifei tossed the Soul-Locking Bell upwards, mouth down, hovering above Lang Tutian's head. "Want to play with fire? Grandpa'll play with you to your heart's content today!"

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of the Five Elements power flowed from his fingertip into the bell, and the Soul-Locking Bell emitted a deep rumble, even more resonant than the previous two crisp sounds.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on Lang Tutian's head, and the qi he had just gathered began to shake violently again.

At the same time, the Soul-Purifying Grass pouted its little mouth and, taking advantage of the moment when Wolf Slaughter's Qi was unstable, suddenly increased its suction force, forcibly tearing a small piece of his soul from the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!" Wolf Slaughter Tian let out a miserable cry. He could feel something tearing a piece of his soul away.

A violent spasm ripped through the depths of his consciousness, as if a piece of flesh had been torn off.

"Old fool, let's see how long your soul can hold on."

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven let out a low howl, and his entire body suddenly transformed into a gray afterimage, rushing towards the Soul-Cleansing Grass in the distance.

He realized that this little blade of grass was the real threat!

As long as we can destroy this evil thing that can absorb his soul first, the remaining broken bell and this kid are not a threat!

The Soul-Cleansing Grass was happily absorbing the nutrients, its little mouth opening and closing, its two short legs kicking in the air, seemingly quite pleased with itself. It had no idea that Wolf Slaughtering Heaven would suddenly turn its target and pounce on it.

"Holy crap!" Shen Yifei's expression changed, and he instinctively threw the Changtian Sword in his hand.

However, he was still some distance away from the Soul Cleansing Grass. With the blessing of his natal wolf soul, Wolf Slaughtering Heaven was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pounced on the Soul Cleansing Grass.

However, just as Wolf Slaughter's claws were about to touch the Soul Cleansing Grass, the Soul Cleansing Grass suddenly turned its head and spat out a mouthful of pale golden essence towards him.

That essence was the soul power that Lang Tutian had just had absorbed. After being refined by the Soul Cleansing Grass, it was sprayed back intact and rushed straight towards Lang Tutian's face.

Wolf Slayer never expected that this plant could actually retaliate. He felt a familiar force rush towards him, as if he had been punched in the face.

His entire old face was covered by that burst of energy. He groaned, flew backward, somersaulted in mid-air, and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Shen Yifei stared in disbelief, then burst into laughter: "Good heavens, you little rascal, not only can you inhale, but you can also exhale! What other tricks are you hiding?"

The Soul-Purifying Grass proudly shook its little head, its little mouth opening and closing as if trying to curry favor with Shen Yifei.

Wolf Slaughter Tian got up from the ground, his face covered with burn marks from the energy, his old face a mess of colors, looking utterly wretched.

In his entire life, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? To be mocked by a junior in the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, and to have a blade of grass sprayed all over his face.

"I'll kill you!!"

Wolf Slaughter was completely enraged.

He no longer cared about the Soul-Locking Bell or the Soul-Cleansing Grass. His crimson eyes were fixed on Shen Yifei. He clasped his hands together, and the black aura around him suddenly receded, turning into a thin gray ray of light that shot out from his palms.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven unleashed a strike that exhausted all his soul power, condensing his divine soul power into a wisp of "Soul-Shattering Needle" that pierced straight into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

As Shen Yifei watched the gray line fly towards him, the small vortex in his dantian spun wildly, and a layer of golden light condensed into a barrier at the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The gray line struck the barrier silently.

"bite……"

The Soul-Shattering Needle shattered into countless points of light upon impacting the golden barrier of consciousness, dissipating into the night sky.

The Golden Essence was the origin of the Five Elements that Wan Shuo had personally refined.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven's Soul-Shattering Needles are like meeting one's ancestors.

Wolf Slaughter watched helplessly as the Soul-Shattering Needle, which he had condensed with all his life's soul power, failed to even break through Shen Yifei's skin. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"Who...who are you?!" he croaked, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. "How could someone like you exist in the Spirit Ruins..."

Shen Yifei walked up to him and said, "I've already told you, my name is Shen Yifei, the Lord of Lingxu."

He reached out and flicked his fingertips, causing the Soul-Locking Bell to hum once more, completely shattering the remaining divine soul within Lang Tutian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wolf Slayer's eyes widened, and his body fell straight backward. His chest was still rising and falling slightly, clearly still clinging to life.

"You old fool, why are you arguing with me?"

Seeing Lang Tutian in this state, Shen Yifei felt a pang of regret. His soul had been completely ripped away, so even if he wanted Liu Mengli to search for something useful, she wouldn't be able to find anything.

The little monster ran out, circled Wolf Slayer's body twice, and then raised its hind leg...

"Stop right there!" Shen Yifei swiftly grabbed the little monster and lifted it up. "What's wrong with you? He's got the body to refine pills, and you're just wasting his pee?"

Liu Mengli drifted out, enveloped in a fragrant breeze. Seeing Lang Tutian lying on the ground, she clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Master, you're quite something. You can take down a half-step ascension expert all by yourself now?"

"That old guy really has some tricks up his sleeve. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have fallen for his trap. You know what, his Seven Soul-Chasing Steps are quite something."

"Master, he is at least a half-step ascension expert. In our area, he would be considered one of the top figures."

"Yes, but this is Lingxu, the world created by Wan Shuo. No matter how strong he is, I don't care!"

Shen Yifei squatted down and reached out to check Lang Tutian's pulse. He found that although his soul had scattered, the spiritual energy in his dantian was still full.

"Good stuff." Shen Yifei chuckled. "This old monster who's halfway to ascension still has a solid foundation of cultivation; we can't waste it."

"Master, are you planning to refine him?"

"Making the most of his abilities, it would be such a waste not to refine him into pills! This old scoundrel must have done a lot of heinous things for Marquis Beiyuan. Refining him can be considered doing justice for Heaven!"

With a thought, Shen Yifei activated the Myriad Things Cauldron, which emitted a black light that swept Lang Tutian into the cauldron.

He then activated the flames, slowly refining the substance in the alchemy furnace.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven had lost its soul and its will to resist, so the refining process went exceptionally smoothly. In less than an hour, a black pill appeared in Shen Yifei's palm.

The little monster stared longingly at Shen Yifei, thinking that the pill could be given to it.

As a result, Shen Yifei swallowed it whole.

The little monster roared in anger and ran to a big tree in the distance to urinate.

From now on, whenever such a good opportunity comes along, I must pee to reserve it!