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

Shen Yifei felt like he was being scratched by cat claws as she teased him, and he reached out to hug her waist.

"Then teach me."

Qin Wan smiled, a smile that was both sweet and alluring. She straightened up and slowly untied the ties of her nightgown.

Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the window, illuminating her and making her skin appear exceptionally white.

"Is it pretty?" she asked.

"nice."

"Then watch closely." Qin Wan tossed her nightgown aside, leaned down, and said, "I'll teach you some real skills tonight."

Shen Yifei looked up at her, his heart filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and bubbling.

Qin Wan placed her hand on his chest. "Junior Brother Shen, do you know why the Hehuan Sect is called the Hehuan Sect?"

"have no idea."

"Because the foundation of the Hehuan Sect is dual cultivation. Dual cultivation is not simply intercourse, but the fusion of yin and yang energies, the resonance of spirit and flesh. Your previous dual cultivation was all brute force, wasting your precious resources."

Shen Yifei was itching to try it out after seeing her drawing: "So, what should we do?"

Qin Wan didn't answer, but instead leaned down and pressed her lips to his neck. Her tongue gently sucked on his skin, sending a tingling sensation spreading from his neck throughout his body.

Shen Yifei shuddered and almost cried out.

"Can you feel it?" Qin Wan looked up at him with a smile. "This is an introductory technique from the 'Yang Gathering Technique,' called 'Luring the Snake Out of its Hole.' It draws energy from the confluence of the spiritual meridians on your neck, stimulating the flow of spiritual energy."

Shen Yifei touched his neck and indeed felt that the spiritual energy in his dantian had become much more active.

"You also know the 'Yang-Gathering Technique'?"

"No," Qin Wan shook her head. "But I've read it in the library. It's been eight years. Even if I haven't practiced it, I've learned a lot of theory."

Shen Yifei was both amused and exasperated: "Are all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect just watching but never practicing?"

"It's not that I just watch without practicing, it's that I haven't found the right person to practice with. When it comes to dual cultivation, finding the right person is called cultivation, finding the wrong person is called suicide."

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen, and she gently pressed it with her fingertips.

"Your spiritual energy is the most concentrated here. Unlike others, whose spiritual energy is concentrated in their dantian, yours circulates throughout your meridians, just like blood."

Shen Yifei's heart tightened: "You can sense it?"

"Yes." Qin Wan nodded. "The Medicine Maiden's Heart Sutra is particularly sensitive to spiritual energy. The distribution of your spiritual energy is completely different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary people are like a stagnant pool, while you are like a living river, it's everywhere."

Shen Yifei thought to himself that this girl's technique was really strange, she could even sense this.

"so what?"

"So it's a waste for you to cultivate with someone else." Qin Wan leaned down and pressed her face against his lower abdomen. "You should find someone knowledgeable to properly develop your assets."

"Like you?"

Qin Wan looked up and winked at him: "Yes, it's me."

Shen Yifei chuckled at her words: "Senior Sister Qin, are you taking on extra work for yourself?"

"What can I do if I don't take on any work?" Qin Wan sighed. "You'll become more and more popular in the Hehuan Sect in the future, and who knows how many more jobs you'll have. If I don't take the initiative, I won't even get a taste of the good stuff."

Shen Yifei reached out and patted her head: "What are you saying? I'm not a vegetable."

"You're the dish," Qin Wan said, taking a light bite on his lower abdomen. "But you're also a main course."

Shen Yifei felt itchy and numb from her bites, so he reached out and pulled her up, holding her in his arms.

"Senior Sister Qin, you've been talking a lot tonight."

"What, you find me annoying?"

"It's not that I'm annoyed, it's just that I feel..." He turned over, "It's time to get down to business."

Qin Wan looked up at him, her eyes bright, her lips slightly parted.

"Then come on." She reached out and put her arms around his neck. "Let me see just how tough this 'hard dish' really is."

……

Shen Yifei didn't get any sleep that night.

Qin Wan said she would teach him skills, but when they got to bed, all her theoretical knowledge turned into clumsy and incompetent actions.

Meanwhile, in Han Zhengli's courtyard.

Liu Mengli concealed herself and crouched outside the window of Han Zhengli's bedroom.

She was wearing a robe given to her by Shen Yifei, with the sleeves rolled up three times and the hem tucked into her belt, looking rather mismatched. But her face was still exceptionally alluring.

She waited outside the window for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, until there was no more movement inside. After hiding herself, she quietly pushed open the window and climbed inside.

Han Zhengli lay on his back on the bed, snoring loudly.

Liu Mengli stood by the bed, looking down at the face. He was in his forties, with a vertical line between his brows, a mark left by years of frowning.

"He's good-looking, but unfortunately he's too petty," she muttered to herself, then extended her index finger and gently touched Han Zhengli's forehead.

A faint blue light seeped from her fingertips and entered Han Zhengli's brow.

Han Zhengli's snoring stopped, and his breathing became light and slow, as if someone had pressed the slow-motion button.

Liu Mengli closed her eyes, her consciousness following the wisp of blue light into Han Zhengli's dream.

Han Zhengli's dream is a battlefield.

Liu Mengli stood atop a desolate mountain, below which a dense army of cultivators clashed and fought. The flames of magic illuminated half the sky, and the shouts of battle were deafening.

Han Zhengli stood at the foot of the mountain, dressed in golden armor, holding a long sword larger than himself, fighting with a black-robed man whose face was obscured.

"kill!"

Han Zhengli swung his sword down, but the man in black dodged to the side and thrust his sword at Han Zhengli's chest with a backhand. Sparks flew from Han Zhengli's golden armor, and he was forced back three steps by the impact.

"Who are you?" Han Zhengli asked, panting heavily, his face covered in sweat.

The man in black robes remained silent and thrust his sword forward again.

Standing atop the mountain, Liu Mengli watched the scene unfold and found it quite amusing. Han Zhengli's dream was certainly grand, imagining himself as a battlefield hero, single-handedly taking on a hundred enemies.

With a light leap, she floated from the mountaintop to behind Han Zhengli.

"Do you need any help?" she whispered in his ear.

Han Zhengli turned around abruptly, saw her face, and froze.

"You...you are..."

"My name is Liu Mengli." She smiled. "I'm here to help you."

Han Zhengli stared at her face for a long time, his gaze shifting from wariness to infatuation.

"What a...beautiful woman..."

Liu Mengli sneered inwardly, but didn't show it on her face; instead, she smiled even more sweetly.

"Do you want to win?" she asked.

"I want to." Han Zhengli nodded.

"Then I'll help you." She reached out and took his hand. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath. I'll help you regain your strength."

Han Zhengli obediently closed his eyes.

Liu Mengli's fingers slid up his wrist, down to his forearm, to his elbow, and to his shoulder. Each time they touched a spot, Han Zhengli's body trembled.

"What...what are you doing?" His voice trembled.

"I'll help you." Liu Mengli whispered in his ear, her voice soft and sweet. "Don't move, it'll be over soon."

Her hand rested on his chest, her fingers spread, pressing against his heart.

"Can you feel it? Your power is here."

Han Zhengli's heart was pounding like a drum, so fast that it made her hands go numb.

"I can feel it..." His voice had changed.

Liu Mengli smiled. Her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging into the skin of his chest.

Han Zhengli hissed and opened his eyes: "It hurts."

"Bear with it." Liu Mengli's fingers probed inside, touching the core of his soul.

It was a ball of blue light, pulsating in the darkness, like a heart.

Liu Mengli's fingers gently touched the ball of light, and Han Zhengli trembled all over, letting out a suppressed groan.

"Don't move," she whispered. "I'll lure it out for you."

Her fingers slowly tightened, grasping the ball of light.

Han Zhengli's groans grew louder, and his body began to tremble violently. But he did not resist; instead, he gripped her wrist tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline.

"Faster...faster..." he gasped for breath, his eyes already glazed over.

Liu Mengli gripped the ball of light tightly and pulled it outwards sharply.

"what……"

Han Zhengli let out a piercing scream, his body feeling as if all the strength had been drained, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The blue light flickered twice in her palm before slowly fading away.

Liu Mengli looked down at Han Zhengli on the ground. His eyes were still open, but they had lost their sparkle. His mouth was wide open, and the excitement he had felt before his death lingered on his face.

His body was slowly withering away, like a dried-up tree. His skin was wrinkled and clung to his bones, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheekbones were prominent.

Liu Mengli squatted down and reached out to close his eyelids.

"Don't bully people in your next life."

She stood up, her figure swayed, and she disappeared into the dream.