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

The gambling den's door was kicked open from the outside.

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, led dozens of ghost guards, blocking the entrance in a massive swarm.

He held a ghost-head knife in his hand, his face contorted in a ferocious expression: "You little brat, what have you done to Thirteenth Sister? Let me tell you, this is the Gates of Hell, not a place for you to run wild!"

Shen Yifei was being tormented half to death by the curse, gasping for breath in pain, but his mouth couldn't stay silent: "Old Cui, weren't you just lying there like a corpse? How come you're up and biting people after only a short while?"

Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, turned pale and then flushed.

He had always been a winner in the gambling world, never losing face, but today he lost ten rounds in a row, and in the end, he was thrown to the ground right in front of Thirteen Sister. He just couldn't swallow this insult.

The first thing he did upon waking was to summon the dozens of ghost guards employed by the gambling den, determined to recoup all the losses and profits.

When he rushed into the gambling den and saw Thirteen Sister's appearance, he knew that he had made the right bet.

Thirteen Sister also fell into this kid's hands, and she looks like she's already dying!

"Stop talking nonsense!" Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, pointed his ghost-head knife forward. "Brothers, charge! Take them all down! Tonight, I'll show them who the Life and Death Gambling House is!"

Shen Yifei shouted, "Wait!!"

"Boy, is there anything you want to say before you die?"

Shen Yifei discovered that ever since he was cursed by Shi Yan, his divine sense had been severed from the connection with the myriad things.

It's unclear whether Shi Yan had anticipated this move.

At this moment, Liu Mengli was fully focused on saving Shisan Niang and couldn't spare a moment to spare. Meanwhile, Su Huan only knew how to use seductive arts, and Old Cui and the others were already on guard.

He could only stall for time and wait for an opportunity!

Seeing that the ghost guards had stopped, Shen Yifei said, "Old Cui, I won those ten rounds cleanly. You can't accept losing, so you bring people to kill me? The old and young men of the Gate of Hell are all watching. Will your life-and-death gambling den still be able to operate?"

These words struck a nerve with Old Cui, the Ghost Hand.

He's already embarrassed enough by losing ten rounds; if he were to also gain a reputation for "killing when he can't accept defeat," this gambling den would truly be out of business.

But he glanced at Thirteen Sister not far away, and made a snap decision: since Thirteen Sister was already crippled, the Life and Death Gambling House would eventually belong to Old Cui. No matter how bad his reputation was, once he secured his position as the dealer, who would dare to utter a sound?

"Enough talk!" Old Cui, nicknamed Ghost Hand, roared, raising his ghost-headed saber high. "Brothers, charge!"

Before the words were even finished, the ghost-headed saber, carrying a sinister aura, slashed down.

Where the blade flashed, a black crack appeared in the bluestone floor, and the yin energy in the entire hall churned and swirled before the blade. With this strike, Ghost Hand Old Cui used all his strength, determined to cleave Shen Yifei in two.

Shen Yifei tried to dodge, but the blade's edge seemed to have locked him in place, and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the blade of light grew larger and larger, pressing down on him with an overwhelming force.

Just then, the dice cup suddenly hummed, and a yellowish-brown light shield formed out of thin air, forcefully blocking his way.

"clang!"

With a muffled thud, the ghost-headed saber struck what felt like a rocky mountain. Old Cui, the Ghost Hand, felt his hand go numb, his entire arm trembled and went limp, and the ghost-headed saber nearly flew out of his grasp.

Before he could react, Liu Mengli had already withdrawn the power of reincarnation that had protected Thirteen Sister, condensed it into a wisp of energy, and fiercely stabbed it towards Old Cui's brow.

The moment the touch was placed on the center of his forehead, Old Cui's eyes rolled back, his movements froze, his gaze became unfocused, and he instantly became mentally impaired.

Liu Mengli's finger strike used the "Soul-Stealing" technique from the power of reincarnation, which can strip away a ghost's memories and consciousness.

Although Old Cui had roamed the gates of hell for hundreds of years, he was ultimately just a gambling addict, and how could he withstand the methods of the Reincarnation Demon God?

He swayed twice like a puppet with its strings cut, then knelt down with a thud, his buttocks sticking up high and his forehead hitting the bluestone ground.

Dozens of ghost guards, gripping their ghost-headed swords, looked at each other in bewilderment. Old Cui, their leader, knelt down. They didn't know whether to charge or retreat, and a few of the more timid ones had already quietly moved towards the door.

Seeing Lao Cui's demeanor, Shen Yifei couldn't help but be sarcastic: "Lao Cui, what are you trying to do with your butt sticking out like that? Hey little buddy behind, don't back down, come on..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cursed power deep within his soul lashed out again, causing him to gasp in pain and nearly lose his balance.

Meanwhile, Liu Mengli, whose reincarnation power had only been gone from Thirteen Sister for a short while, noticed that Thirteen Sister had aged considerably. "Master, please think of something! Thirteen Sister is dying!"

Liu Mengli's words startled Shen Yifei, and he looked down at Thirteen Sister.

She looked like a flower that had been drained of its moisture; her skin was severely wrinkled, and the corners of her eyes and mouth drooped. Only her eyes still showed their original appearance, and she just stared straight at him.

Shen Yifei felt a pang in his heart.

Watching a woman who was just moments ago vibrant and full of life wither away in front of him was something he simply couldn't get over.

"Mengli, you said this curse power comes from Shi Yan's origin?" Shen Yifei suddenly asked.

"Yes, I can feel it; it contains a wisp of the law of time."

Shen Yifei endured the pain deep in his soul and thought: This curse has taken root in his soul, it can't be pulled out, it can't be suppressed, no matter how much he resists it can't be removed... I might as well try the other way around.

"What do you want to do?" Liu Mengli asked warily when she saw him suddenly quiet down.

"Since I can't pull it out, I'll just feed it something." Shen Yifei opened his eyes, grinned, and laughed a little crazy.

He tried to make the small vortex spin, allowing the five elements of magic to flow along his meridians into the depths of his soul, directly targeting that mass of cursed power.

The moment the Five Elements magic and the power of the curse came into contact, the tangled power of the curse within his consciousness began to greedily absorb it.

"Old man," Shen Yifei gritted his teeth and said to the curse in his heart, "You are Shi Yan's offspring, right? I am the successor of the Five Elements Demon God Wan Shuo. You are embedded in my soul, living by absorbing my essence, so you are also one with me. You absorb my power, and I can also borrow your power."

The power of the curse seemed to understand his words, and suddenly surged violently!

"You want to possess my consciousness? Then I'll give you everything!"

The small vortex spun faster and faster in his dantian, greedily absorbing the power of the curse, expanding almost uncontrollably.

In just a few breaths, Shen Yifei felt as if his divine sense was a balloon about to burst, ready to explode at any moment.

The power of the curse seemed to finally understand what Shen Yifei wanted to do: to perish together with it!

It had finally found Wan Shuo's successor, how could it possibly let Shen Yifei succeed!

The power of the curse stopped absorbing the five elements of magic, and the excess power followed Shen Yifei's meridians, looking for an outlet.

Shen Yifei chuckled: Shi Yan, Shi Yan, you're scared after all. Since you're scared, you'd better behave yourself from now on!

He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and slapped the group of ghost guards who were still hesitating whether to rush forward!