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

The little monster peed directly at Xuanming's face, and the pee was arrogant and lasted a long time. After it finished, it raised its head, circled Xuanming three times, and its tail was sticking up to the sky.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

This is mine, and nobody can take it from me.

After circling around, the little monster bared its teeth at Shen Yifei, its smugness evident.

Xuanming had lost all his murderous aura and had been urinated on in public by a monster, making him feel worse than being torn to pieces.

His lips trembled, but he dared not open his mouth, his face still dripping with urine.

He was making muffled noises in his throat, and it was unclear what he was trying to say.

Shen Yifei dared not waste any more time. He knew that although Xuanming had failed, Diyuan might discover something was wrong at any time.

Delay could lead to unforeseen changes. Who knows if this kind of old monster might have other means to turn the tables? If that happens, all our previous efforts will be in vain.

Although the effects of the Qi-relieving powder are long-lasting, Xinghe said that without an antidote, it would take several months to recover.

However, just in case, we should deal with Xuanming as soon as possible.

Therefore, not a moment can be wasted.

With a thought, the Cauldron of All Things appeared before everyone.

Although it was the first time Hou Wanshan had seen the Myriad Things Cauldron, upon seeing the appearance of the little monster, he immediately thought of it as the treasure of the Five Elements Demon God Wan Shuo!

The statue of Wan Shuo reacted, and now he has seen the legendary Cauldron of All Things and the Thunder-Swallowing Beast with his own eyes. If you were to say that Shen Yifei is the reincarnation of the Five Elements Demon God, he would believe it!

"The Cauldron of Ten Thousand Things! It truly is the Cauldron of Ten Thousand Things!" Hou Wanshan's voice trembled.

"Legend has it that half of the Five Elements Demon God Wan Shuo's supernatural powers are contained in this cauldron! 'All things enter the cauldron, all things return to their origin.' I thought it was just a legend, but I never expected to actually see it in person."

Shen Yifei had no time to listen to his lament. He quickly formed hand seals, causing the cauldron to open wide, and a beam of black light swept towards Xuanming.

Xuanming lay sprawled on the ground, watching helplessly as the black light enveloped him, his heart filled with hatred: "You little bastard! You dare to refine me? I bear the mark left by the Palace Master within me. If you refine me, the Palace Master will surely find out, and you and those around you will all be..."

Before Xuanming could finish speaking, a wisp of black light swept him directly into the alchemy room.

Seeing that Xuanming had been taken inside, Shen Yifei activated the restrictions in the alchemy room, wrapping him up completely.

"Who are you trying to scare? I've trained so many people, and each of them made threats before they went in. Look at me, I'm living a good life now, aren't I?"

Xuanming struggled desperately in the alchemy room, cursing incessantly: "Shen Yifei! You will die a horrible death! I am the steward of the Myriad Spirits Palace, and the Palace Master treats me like a confidant! If you kill me, Di Yuan will tear you to pieces!"

"Haha, when I see Di Yuan, I'll explain to him that the steward of the Myriad Spirits Palace actually tried to embezzle the female cultivator offered to him... I'll clean house for him!"

After saying that, Shen Yifei moved the woman with the bone flute from the other alchemy room to Xuanming's side.

"One master and one servant, one man and one woman, they'll have company when they're refining pills later."

Looking at the bone flute woman's dazed expression, and recalling his passionate moments with her, Xuanming felt a wave of nausea wash over him...

Shen Yifei ignored him and directly activated the Netherworld Cold Flame. His cultivation had greatly increased, and the Netherworld Cold Flame he condensed was larger than before. With a single move, a large ball of pale blue flame enveloped Xuanming and the Bone Flute Woman.

For some reason, the moment Xuanming saw the Netherworld Cold Fire, he suddenly stopped cursing.

He stared in astonishment at the ball of flame, muttering tremblingly, "Netherworld Cold Flame...that's...that's..."

Shen Yifei was somewhat surprised: "Oh, you recognize this flame?"

Xuanming didn't reply; he stared at the ball of blue fire, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Netherworld Cold Flame, created by the Soul-Devouring Demon God! Very well... I won't be unjust to die by your hand today..."

"Innocent," Shen Yifei sneered. "What goes around comes around. You've ruined so many women, it's time for you to taste the bitterness of it today."

"The Way of Heaven? You dare to speak of the Way of Heaven..."

After saying this, Xuanming closed his eyes and said nothing more.

He knew in his heart that he was not going to live today no matter what, and there was no point in saying anything more.

In the end, only one thought flashed through his mind:

Palace Master, do you know that this boy is not only Wan Shuo's successor?

The Netherworld Cold Fire burns the soul, a sensation a hundred times more unbearable than being torn to pieces.

Xuanming's soul struggled and screamed in the flames, and the images of the women he had helped Di Yuan refine flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

The cycle of karma is inescapable; no one escapes its consequences.

At this moment, Xuanming's understanding of this sentence was elevated.

Xuanming and the Bone Flute Woman's bodies were also sublimated.

Shen Yifei stood outside the cauldron, quietly listening to the gradually weakening cries from inside the furnace, his face expressionless.

He's not a soft-hearted person; to be soft-hearted towards enemies is to be cruel to himself and those around him. Someone like Xuanming deserves to die ten times over.

About an hour later, the fire in the stove gradually died down.

Shen Yifei entered the cauldron with his divine sense and stared in astonishment at the pills condensing in the alchemy room.

According to his original estimate, Xuanming and the Bone Flute Woman could only refine two or three pills of decent quality at most.

But at this moment, ten purple-gold pills were neatly arranged at the bottom of the furnace. Each one was the size of a longan, with faint pill patterns flowing on its surface and emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

They're all top-notch!

Shen Yifei counted them carefully several times, and they were indeed ten, no more and no less.

"Ten?" he murmured. "That's outrageous. Could it be that old Xuanming's cultivation was too high, and his essence was divided into ten parts after being dissolved by the Myriad Things Cauldron?"

The women had all seen Shen Yifei refine pills, so they weren't surprised.

Hou Wanshan and Shi San, on the other hand, were dumbfounded.

The fire unicorn looked at Shen Yifei with new respect and secretly made up its mind that it must be obedient and never make him angry. If it were sent into the cauldron, it would become a pill like that!

Shen Yifei took one out, wanting to examine it closely.

The little monster had already darted to the edge of the cauldron, sniffed it, then squatted down with a thud, staring longingly at Shen Yifei, drool dripping from its mouth onto the ground.

Shen Yifei deliberately sniffed it, frowning, "Damn it, the pills are covered in the stench of your urine, how can anyone eat them?"

Xinghe walked over, took the pill from Shen Yifei's hand, examined it carefully, and smelled it. There was no urine smell.

She saw so many pills in the furnace, shook her head, and then looked as if she had suddenly realized something.

"Brother, I know why we were able to refine so many top-quality items!"

"Huh? Why? Isn't it because Xuanming's cultivation level is too high?"

Xinghe shook her head. "No, it's because of the Thunder-Swallowing Beast's urine!"

"Urine?"

The onlookers all crowded around to see what was so strange.

"The urine of the Thunder-Swallowing Beast is inherently the purest and most yang substance in the world. Because of it, the effects of alchemy are enhanced. In other words, it is a catalyst."