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

Shen Yifei flew to Liu Mengli's side and glanced at the battle situation.

Hou Wanshan was injured and was gritting his teeth to hold on, but his breathing was already erratic.

Although the fire qilin was tough and not seriously injured, it was mentally frustrated and huddled to the side, whimpering, hesitating whether to go up again.

Xuanming, however, grew stronger with each battle. He ripped off half of the crooked mask, revealing a centipede scar and a sinister face, his eyes bloodshot, and black energy surging around him, clearly indicating that he was also truly enraged.

"Hou Wanshan! How dare you betray the Myriad Spirits Palace? Today I will first kill you, then slaughter your entire family!"

His gaze swept over Shen Yifei and his group: "And you bunch of reckless fools, you all have to die!"

Liu Mengli, however, remained unfazed, a smile playing on her lips as she stood there with an alluring air. "Oh, Lord Xuanming, your face is all red. Why are you so angry?"

Xuanming laughed angrily, "You think you're so great just because you're a little vixen with a few bits of reincarnation power? Too bad, it's all fragmented, how can that be called reincarnation!"

Liu Mengli's expression changed slightly when he touched on her sore spot.

Indeed, the power of reincarnation is all about perfection. Although she has recovered to about 70-80%, the power of reincarnation is still vastly different from when it is at its peak. There are still many techniques she cannot use!

Otherwise, with Xuanming's strength, even the Reincarnation Demon God in his prime could have made him disappear completely without lifting a finger.

Shen Yifei was furious at Xuan Ming's indifferent attitude towards him!

"You old fool, the Lord of the Spirit Ruins is here! Kneel down before me!"

When Xuanming heard Shen Yifei howl, he was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"The Lord of the Spirit Ruins?" Xuan Ming laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Hahaha... Hahaha... Lord Wan Shuo has been dead for tens of thousands of years, and you, a mere mid-stage Tribulation Transcending brat, dare to call yourself the Lord of the Spirit Ruins? Do you even know that even Di Yuan, the Palace Master of the Myriad Spirits Palace, who has occupied this world for tens of thousands of years, has never called himself the Lord of the Spirit Ruins!"

Shen Yifei stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely at ease. "Di Yuan doesn't dare to call himself that because he's guilty. I dare to call myself that because Wan Shuo himself gave his approval."

"Wan Shuo personally nodded?" Xuan Ming laughed even harder. "You little brat, are you still half asleep?"

"You don't believe me?" Shen Yifei wasn't annoyed. He turned and pointed at Hou Wanshan. "Lord Hou, tell him, how did I acquire my identity as the Lord of the Spirit Ruins?"

Hou Wanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain, stood up straight, and said in a deep voice, "Xuanming, the statue of Lord Wanshuo is in the Hou Mansion's underground palace. Today, the statue's eyes shone brightly, recognizing Young Master Shen as its master. This is absolutely true; I saw it with my own eyes."

Xuanming's laughter stopped abruptly.

He abruptly turned to look at Hou Wanshan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He knew Hou Wanshan all too well; he was timid and cowardly, definitely not the kind of person who would dare to joke about the Wan Shuo statue.

No wonder he was working so hard today; it's completely different from his usual behavior.

"Did you really witness the Wan Shuo statue recognizing its master?" Xuan Ming asked in a deep voice.

"If I have uttered even the slightest lie, may I be struck by lightning." Hou Wanshan gritted his teeth. "Xuanming, if you don't believe me, you can come down to the underground palace with me and take a look."

Xuanming fell silent.

He certainly knew the legend of the Wan Shuo statue.

It is said that the statue was erected by Wan Shuo himself, and contains a trace of divine soul imprint, waiting for the true inheritor to appear.

If the inheritor touches the statue, the statue will manifest itself and recognize the owner.

For tens of thousands of years, countless people have tried, but the statue has remained unresponsive.

Even when Emperor Yuan himself came, he only made the statue glow slightly, without it fully recognizing him as its master.

If this mere mid-stage Tribulation cultivator can truly make the Myriad Sparks Statue recognize its master...

Then he is the true Lord of the Spirit Ruins.

Xuanming's heart was in turmoil, but he still forced a cold smile: "Fine, even if you have an incredible stroke of luck and have obtained Wan Shuo's inheritance, you should also know who is being worshipped in this temple of Lingxu now."

Shen Yifei chuckled, "Who are we worshipping? We're worshipping that Lord Di Yuan from your Wanling Palace. But don't worry, once I kick him out of the temple, this offering table will be set up properly."

"You're courting death!" Xuan Ming finally couldn't hold back any longer. He sprang up and slashed at Shen Yifei with a palm. This palm strike was unleashed with rage, even more ferocious than when he dealt with Hou Wanshan. The palm wind brought up a cloud of black energy, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Shen Yifei's crown.

Shen Yifei was prepared, but he did not take the attack head-on. He leaped back and drew his Changtian Sword, delivering a powerful strike to meet the attack.

With a clang, Shen Yifei was thrown back seven or eight steps, his hands numb and his blood churning. The strength of a mid-stage Ascension cultivator was indeed beyond what a mid-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivator like himself could withstand.

"With such meager skills, you think you can become the Lord of the Spirit Ruins?" Xuan Ming sneered, about to catch up, when he felt a hot wind blow against the back of his head.

The fire qilin somehow circled behind him and unleashed a pillar of fire from its mouth.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Xuanming dodged the pillar of fire with a swift movement and slapped the fire qilin away with a backhand.

The fire qilin rolled three times, got up and shook its head. Although it was thick-skinned and not seriously injured, it dared not rush forward again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liu Mengli struck, sending a wisp of reincarnation power towards Xuan Ming's back. Xuan Ming dared not be careless and dodged to the side.

Taking advantage of this opening, Shen Yifei struck the Soul-Locking Bell with a clang.

The bell tolled straight into Xuanming's sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to pause slightly. However, he was, after all, a powerful being in the mid-stage of ascension, with a stable sea of ​​consciousness. Although the bell tolled, it could not damage his foundation.

Xuanming steadied himself, coldly sweeping his gaze over the few people surrounding him. A smile crept across his lips: "You think you can kill me with just a few of you? Today, none of you will leave here alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black aura around him suddenly surged, like a giant black scorpion opening its pincers and lunging at the crowd.

Within the black mist, Xuanming's aura rose steadily, clearly indicating that he was using some kind of forbidden technique.

Hou Wanshan's expression changed drastically. He knew Xuanming's trump card well. Once this old man went all out, none of the people present would have a good outcome.

"Young Master Shen, he's about to use the Wanling Palace's secret technique! Retreat quickly!" Hou Wanshan shouted.

Shen Yifei grinned, "Withdraw? My wife hasn't even had her turn yet!"

The moment he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared out of thin air beside Xuanming.

Ye Ling, clad in black armor and wielding a long spear with a golden gleam at its tip, thrust it straight at Xuan Ming's ribs.

Xuanming's pupils contracted. He hadn't noticed the woman's presence at all until the spear tip was close enough for him to sense her sharp killing intent.

He quickly withdrew his stance to dodge, but the spear intent followed him relentlessly, catching up to his waist and ribs.

With a "swoosh," Ye Ling's spear tip sliced ​​open a gash in Xuan Ming's waist, and blood splattered everywhere.

Xuan Ming grunted. He hadn't expected the woman in black armor to be so cunning, swift, and precise in her attack, catching him completely off guard. He steadied himself, and a hint of apprehension finally appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ye Ling: "Who are you?"

"She's my wife," Shen Yifei answered for Ye Ling, "another Lord of the Spirit Ruins!!"