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

"My lord! I'm here to help you!" Shi San roared, stomped his feet, and pounced towards Xuan Ming.

Xuanming slapped Hou Wanshan away with a single palm strike, and Hou Wanshan spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Just as Xuanming turned around to deliver the final blow, he saw a Qilin covered in red scales rushing towards him, spewing sparks from its mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, dodged Shi San's attack, and with a flick of his sleeve, a black palm wind knocked Shi San to the ground.

"A fire qilin?" Xuanming was somewhat surprised. "Or a mythical beast that has awakened its bloodline? Interesting. Unfortunately, it's far from ready."

Shi San was slapped so hard he rolled three times, got up, and growled softly, but dared not rush forward recklessly again.

Seeing that Hou Wanshan had suffered a loss, Liu Mengli knew that the Fire Qilin was no match for Xuanming, so she also joined the battle!

Hongxiu, Hai Xue'er, and Mo Ran knew they were outmatched and that going up would only cause trouble, so they watched the battle from the sidelines as planned.

Shen Yifei and the woman with the bone flute were evenly matched. The woman's strength was originally superior to Shen Yifei's. Strangely, the pitch of her flute was not high, but it was still pleasing to the ear and mesmerizing.

Shen Yifei fell into the trap without realizing it, leaving him somewhat exhausted from dealing with it.

Shen Yifei's plan was to quickly eliminate one of them, and then join forces with Huo Qilin Liu Mengli to take down Xuan Ming's other helper. This way, everyone could surround Xuan Ming, and their chances of winning would be very high.

The Marquis's residence was surrounded by a large force of experts from the Marquis's mansion to prevent anyone from escaping!

Then, unexpectedly, the Fire Qilin solved the problem first, and it was just a matter of setting fire. He had been the one to lag behind, which made him lose face.

Unfortunately, the woman's flute was malevolent, and he had no way to decipher it.

He had no choice but to take out the Soul-Locking Bell. The woman played a tune while he rang the bell. The two of them played and rang the bell in a harmonious way.

Shen Yifei glanced at the battle on the other side. Although Liu Mengli had joined the fight, the three of them were still at a disadvantage.

Hou Wanshan was already injured, and the Fire Qilin's attack was almost useless against Xuanming. Only Liu Mengli was struggling to hold on with the power of reincarnation.

The woman playing the bone flute was becoming increasingly sinister, and Shen Yifei's consciousness felt as if it were being pricked by needles.

But his Soul-Locking Bell was no joke either; with each strike, the woman's face twitched.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, and gradually, Shen Yifei noticed the problem.

This woman's flute playing was a soul attack; she changed the tune three times since then, and each time it was different.

The first time was tender and poignant, the second time was mournful and soaring, and the third time was sinister and eerie.

And the rhythm of the Soul-Locking Bell that he struck followed the changes in her melody.

In this way, the power of the Soul-Locking Bell was largely neutralized by the bone flute! That's why this woman's consciousness has been able to hold on until now!

Shen Yifei paused briefly, then tapped the bell once during a break in the melody. He just wrote it down, and the sounds of the bell and flute were no longer in sync.

The bone flute woman's face turned deathly pale instantly, and it was clear that the attack on her spiritual senses was much more severe than before.

Seeing that it was effective, Shen Yifei prepared to find an opening to do it again.

However, after that attack, he discovered that the woman's flute playing had a very strong suggestive quality, making him unconsciously seek out her melody and rhythm.

Shen Yifei could never find the gaps in the rhythm of the flute!

Shen Yifei stopped ringing the bell, closed his eyes, and blocked out all the flute sounds he heard. Instead, he used his divine sense to probe his sea of ​​consciousness to "see" the sound wave patterns emanating from the bone flute woman.

While dealing with Xuanming, Liu Mengli secretly watched, thinking that Shen Yifei's consciousness had been controlled by the Bone Flute Woman. She cried out, "Master, why are you closing your eyes? Don't give up! If you die, I'll be a widow!"

Shen Yifei had no time to pay attention to her, focusing all his attention on his divine sense.

After the bone flute woman's flute music entered his sea of ​​consciousness, it spread out like ripples, carrying with it layers of textured waves.

He held his breath, his consciousness constantly searching for the break in the ripples.

Sure enough, he discovered that at the end of each melody there was a very short "gap period," which was like the Achilles' heel.

When the bone flute woman saw Shen Yifei suddenly close his eyes and stop moving, she was overjoyed, thinking that he had been completely captivated by her flute music.

She sneered, and with a flick of her fingertips, the bone flute spun, causing the melody to suddenly rise and soar into the depths of Shen Yifei's consciousness.

She planned to shatter his soul with a single blow, turning him into a walking corpse, and then refine him into her puppet. Putting everything else aside, this appearance was far superior to that old geezer Xuanming.

Just as the flute music reached its peak, Shen Yifei suddenly opened his eyes and struck out the Soul-Locking Bell with a loud "clang," perfectly timed to fit into the gap between the last beat of the flute music.

The bell tolled like a sharp blade, directly slicing through the bone flute woman's sonic attack, traveling upstream along the ripples of her soul, and crashing into the core of her sea of ​​consciousness.

The woman with the bone flute's expression changed drastically. "You... how could this be..."

She hurriedly tried to change the key and defend, but Shen Yifei seized the rhythm and didn't give her a chance to breathe, striking down one note after another.

Each chime precisely penetrated the cracks in her sound waves, shattering her spiritual attack.

The Bone Flute Woman felt as if her consciousness was being gripped by an invisible hand, and even her awareness began to blur.

She bit her tongue, using the pain to force herself to calm down, and changed the key of the bone flute again, trying to change the rhythm and regain control of the situation.

But Shen Yifei learned his lesson and stopped listening to her tune, instead using his divine sense to pinpoint the break in the ripples.

She changed the key three times, and he tapped it three times; she changed it ten times, and he tapped it ten times.

Every time, they timed it perfectly, knocking her back at the most triumphant moment.

The bone flute woman finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper, unable to play any tune.

She stared at Shen Yifei in horror, her lips trembling, "You... how could you possibly see through my... my Thousand Sounds Bewitching Technique..."

Shen Yifei chuckled, picked up the Soul-Locking Bell, and walked up to her. "Your flute playing is indeed quite good, but unfortunately you've run into someone like me who doesn't play by the rules. I don't listen to your melody; I'm looking for your flaws."

The bone flute woman's face turned ashen, knowing that her chances of winning were slim. She forced a smile and said coldly, "I've lost to you today, so I admit I'm outmatched. Kill me or torture me, just give me a quick death."

"Give you a quick death? That's no fun. You tried to shatter my soul, so I should let you taste what it's like to have your soul drained. My little darling is hungry, Soul-Cleansing Grass, bring it on!"

As soon as the Soul-Cleansing Grass was released from the cauldron, Bi immediately locked onto the bone flute woman in front of him and began to inhale it.

Before Gu Yueniang could even scream, the Soul-Cleansing Grass drained her consciousness completely. Her alluring eyes quickly lost their luster, and she collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

With a thought, Shen Yifei used the Myriad Things Cauldron to directly collect her into the alchemy furnace.

Xuanming observed the situation closely; this woman had been with him for many years. Outside, she was his attendant; inside the palace, she was his bedmate.

However, he was so entangled with Liu Mengli that he couldn't spare a moment to himself.

"Hey kid, where did you put my men?"

"Nothing much, I found her a good home, warm and cozy by the stove."

Shen Yifei flew over with a smile, forming an encirclement with Liu Mengli and the others!