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

As Shen Yifei walked into Thirteen Sister's courtyard, he felt as if he had been deceived by her once again.

"Thirteenth Sister, this...this..."

"Let's go through the motions of a wedding ceremony, a cup of nuptial wine, and that's it," Thirteen Sister winked. "Otherwise, we could just take off our clothes and get into bed, all fuss and groaning, like we're having an affair. I don't have any other ideas, but I just think it's a bit impolite."

Thirteen Sister walked to the entrance of the main room first, then turned around and waved to him.

Shen Yifei entered the main room. The dragon and phoenix candles inside were half-burned, their wax dripping onto the bronze stand. On the dressing table were rouge and face powder, and the bronze mirror was polished to a shine.

Thirteen Sister walked to the table, picked up two cups of wine, and handed one to Shen Yifei: "Drink this cup, and you will be my true husband, and I will be your officially married wife!"

"Thirteen Sister, there's no poison in this wine, is there?"

Thirteen Sister laughed out loud: "Young master, I'm going to drug you, and I'll add an aphrodisiac, but you won't need it."

Shen Yifei thought this made sense, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Thirteen Sister also tilted her head back and drank, then put down her wine cup. She walked to the center of the room and knelt down facing the door.

"My husband, come and pay homage to Heaven and Earth."

Shen Yifei walked over and knelt beside her. Thirteen Sister called out loudly towards the door, "First bow to Heaven and Earth..."

The two people kowtowed at the same time.

"Bowing to the parents twice..."

Thirteen Sister bowed again to the empty chair. Shen Yifei followed suit and bowed down.

"Husband and wife bow to each other..."

The two faced each other, bending down at the same time. Shen Yifei's shoulders trembled slightly when he saw Thirteen Niang's forehead touch the ground.

This time, Shen Yifei truly witnessed that Thirteen Sister presided over her own wedding ceremony.

However, he didn't care. If she dared to lie to him again, he would just write a letter of divorce and divorce her directly.

After getting up, Thirteen Sister took his hand, bit her index finger until it bled, and drew a circle on the back of his hand. Then she took his hand again and drew a circle on her own forehead.

"What is this?"

"A blood oath." Thirteen Sister looked up at him, her eyes unusually devoid of their usual seductive allure. "I'm bound to you for life. You can't get rid of me."

Shen Yifei looked at the strange blood ring on the back of his hand and was speechless. This woman always comes up with weird and unexpected things!

Thirteen Sister stood up and pulled him to the bedside. The red quilt was embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, and under the pillow were red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds.

Thirteen Sister reached out and swept all those things onto the ground.

"Husband, come and sit down."

Shen Yifei obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

Thirteen Sister raised her hand and untied her outer garment. The red silk slipped down, and the candlelight reflected on her body, making her look dazzlingly white.

She knelt on the bed, her knees supporting her weight on either side of Shen Yifei, and leaned down. Her long hair fell down and brushed against Shen Yifei's face, making it strangely itchy.

"Husband," she whispered in his ear, "are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about? It's not like it's the first time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Thirteen Sister kissed him.

Shen Yifei closed his eyes and waited for the stench to arrive, but no matter how much the two of them stirred around, Shen Yifei didn't get the stench he was expecting.

He had prepared himself mentally, and no matter how smelly it was, he would never react disgustingly.

If Thirteen Sister finds out what kind of trouble she might cause by using her dislike for her, who knows what kind of trouble she might cause.

Shen Yifei was aroused to the point of unbearable lust by Thirteen Sister's teasing, and instead of the foul smell, he was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

Having finally broken free, she exclaimed, "Thirteenth Sister, where's the stench?"

Thirteen Sister lowered her head and bit his earlobe, mumbling, "What's the rush? It's not time yet."

Shen Yifei wanted to push her away and ask her for an explanation, but Shisan Niang grabbed his wrist and pressed down on him.

The red candle flickered and burst, filling the room with the fragrance of Thirteen Sister.

Shen Yifei was confused and didn't care about the smell anymore. He rolled over and tore off the rest of his clothes.

Thirteen Sister let out a muffled groan, and her whole body went limp.

The dragon and phoenix candles crackled and popped as they burned, their light flickering, casting intertwined shadows on the wall, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

The red silk curtains hung down. The bed creaked for half the night.

The red candle burned down to half its original size, and the candle wax piled up all over the table.

Shen Yifei lay on the bed, panting heavily. He had been busy for half the night, but he still couldn't find the stench.

He sat up abruptly. "Thirteenth Sister, where's the stench?"

Thirteen Sister looked at him with a smile, "Husband, do you like such smelly things? I smell so good, don't you like me?"

Shen Yifei's forehead veins throbbed twice: "You...you lied to me again?"

"Husband, you're not allowed to talk about lying anymore. If you don't feel it, it means you haven't really stimulated it yet. You have to continue..."

"Okay, let's do it again..."

The dragon and phoenix candles burned out, leaving only a thin wick lying limply on the candlestick, with a faint gray-white light shining through the window.

Shen Yifei lay paralyzed on the bed, as if his bones had been removed.

The small vortex in his dantian was spinning happily, and his cultivation had subtly improved by a bit.

But he still didn't get to smell that stench.

Shen Yifei stared straight at Thirteen Sister: "Where's the stench?"

Thirteen Sister lay flat on the bed, her hair a little messy, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"My lord, that energy has already been transferred to you. I don't have a single trace of it here," Thirteen Sister pointed to Shen Yifei's head, then to his dantian. "As long as you let it obediently enter your dantian and merge with it, you can use it whenever you want!"

"Do you know what it is?"

Thirteen Sister shook her head. "What Shi Yan left behind was just something he said was the most primordial power of heaven and earth, something called 'turbid energy'."

"Turbid energy? No wonder it tastes bad. But I can't find it anywhere! How can I draw it from my sea of ​​consciousness to my dantian?"

"My husband, this is how I understand it: if there is turbid energy, then there must be pure energy. Do the various energies in your dantian lack flavor?"

"Hmm, that makes sense. You're so clever, Thirteenth Sister. Now that you mention it, I understand a bit better..."

Shen Yifei got up and sat cross-legged.

Thirteen Sister knew that Shen Yifei seemed to have suddenly realized something, so she stopped talking and just quietly watched him.

Shen Yifei closed his eyes and sank into his dantian, where a small vortex spun endlessly, containing the five elements of magic and the power of curses.

It is now clear that these small vortexes of energy have occupied the entire dantian. There is no room left for any turbid energy.

Pure and impure are inherently opposites; they cannot coexist in the same room.

Shen Yifei thought for a moment, then slowly moved the small vortex in his dantian away, leaving a small space in the center of his dantian. He wanted to create a separate space for the turbid qi.

But what should be used to separate them so that the foul air won't reject them? This is another new problem.

In this world, nothing is excluded, whether it is pure or impure; nothing can exist independently between purity and impurity.

As he was thinking, suddenly, something moved in his consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a faint stench crept out from within his consciousness.

In an instant, it burrowed into the dantian, pressed tightly against the inner wall of the dantian, and remained motionless!

The small vortex detected something foreign and its first reaction was to devour it. But before it could even reach the center of its dantian, it receded as if stung by a wasp.

Shen Yifei was overjoyed. Since the pure and the impure are incompatible, they will naturally be separated and will not interfere with each other.

He entered his dantian with his divine sense, intending to draw out a wisp of turbid qi.