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

Back in the courtyard, Luo Qinghe was sitting at the stone table drinking tea. She had changed into a light blue dress, her hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and her face was expressionless, still with that cold and aloof look.

Shen Yifei sat down opposite her and poured himself a cup of tea, which he then drank down.

"Your father made me refine twenty batches of Foundation Establishment Pills a month, with the sect taking ninety percent. He's treating me like a donkey."

"You're not a donkey, you're a mule." Luo Qinghe put down his teacup, glanced at him, and said, "Mules can work, but they don't give birth."

Shen Yifei was taken aback; this woman had quite a sharp tongue.

I'll show you the power of a mule tonight, you'll see what it's all about.

Shen Yifei stared at Luo Qinghe's cold face, and a surge of anger rose within him.

I just got bombarded by two sect leaders, and now I have to listen to this woman's sarcastic remarks. I can't take it anymore.

After Luo Qinghe left, Shen Yifei sat in the courtyard for a while, his mind filled with thoughts of how he would torment her that night.

"Mengli".

"I'm here."

"Give me a dream tonight, and turn me into a mule."

"What did you say? A mule?"

"Yes, Mule! Didn't you say I could become whatever I wanted in my dreams? Tonight I'll become a mule. She called me a mule, didn't she? Well, I'll show her how a mule works."

Liu Mengli laughed so hard inside the cauldron, "You...you're so petty. Someone just called you a mule, and you're going to turn into a mule and torment her?"

"So what if I'm petty? I've been chopping wood and tending the fire in the alchemy room since I was a child, and I've had enough of being bullied. Now that I'm capable, why should I have to put up with that anymore?"

Liu Mengli stopped laughing. "Fine, you're the master, you decide. I'll create a dream for you tonight. But there's one condition: if you torment her in the dream, she'll react in reality. You'd better control yourself and not cause her any problems."

"She's at the half-Nascent Soul stage, with thick skin and tough flesh, so she won't get hurt no matter what."

Shen Yifei mentally calculated that Su Wuwang had overheard his dream-making incident last night, causing quite a commotion. If it happened again tonight, and someone with sharp ears overheard it again, he could forget about staying in the Qingyun Sect.

"We can't make too much noise, otherwise Xie Chen will hear us!"

Liu Mengli said, "It shouldn't happen tonight. She's afraid that people will hear her having strange dreams, so she set up a soundproof barrier around the house a long time ago."

Shen Yifei was relieved. The soundproof barrier was excellent, truly wonderful. With the barrier protecting them, even if Luo Qinghe shouted himself hoarse inside the house, no one would know.

In the evening, Shen Yifei went to the alchemy room to refine several batches of Foundation Establishment Pills. He was now quite skilled at alchemy; he would simply toss in the Myriad Things Cauldron, channel his spiritual energy, and pills would gush out.

Of the twenty batches of Foundation Establishment Pills, he only used the Myriad Things Cauldron to refine five batches, and made do with the Azure Cloud Sect's Great Pill Furnace for the remaining fifteen. Anyway, Xie Chen only cared about quantity, not quality, so he just wanted to get by.

When it was completely dark, he took a shower, changed into a clean nightgown, and lay on the bed waiting for Liu Mengli.

"Little one, are you ready?" Liu Mengli's voice floated out from inside the cauldron.

"Ready."

"Then I'll begin."

Liu Mengli emerged from the cauldron, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched his brow with her finger.

Shen Yifei's vision blurred, and the scenery around him changed.

It was the same bridal chamber, the same wedding bed, red candles burning, curtains fluttering. But Luo Qinghe on the bed was different.

She sat upright on the edge of the bed, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, phoenix coronet, and embroidered robe, her face veiled by a red veil. But her hands and feet were bound to the bedposts with red silk, rendering her unable to move.

"You tied her up?" Shen Yifei looked down at himself. He was dressed in a black outfit with a large red flower pinned to his chest, but his head was out of place.

He reached up and touched the top of his head, feeling two long ears. Then he touched his face; it was far too long.

"Did I really turn into a mule?"

"Yes." Liu Mengli's voice drifted from all directions, "You're a mule now, a male. But don't worry, your body is still human, just with two extra ears and a long mouth."

"What the hell is this look?"

"The look from my dream." Liu Mengli giggled. "Stop talking nonsense, the bride is waiting for you."

Shen Yifei walked to the bedside and reached out to lift the red veil.

The face beneath the veil was still as handsome as ever, but the expression wasn't cold; it was terrified. Luo Qinghe stared at him, her lips trembling slightly, "You... what are you?"

Shen Yifei felt secretly pleased. Even the usually aloof saintess would be afraid if she saw him like this in her dream.

"I am your husband."

"Husband? No! You're not! You're not human, you are...!"

"So what if he's a mule? He's still your husband." Shen Yifei reached out and pinched her chin. "Didn't you call me a mule during the day?"

Luo Qinghe tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were tightly bound by red silk, and she couldn't move. All she could do was shout, "No! Get away from me!"

Shen Yifei didn't rush to do anything. He slowly removed the phoenix crown from her head, letting her hair fall loose and spread it on the pillow.

Then he took off her wedding dress piece by piece.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Shen Yifei threw the last undergarment on the ground, looked down at her, and said, "Do what a husband should do!"

Luo Qinghe was tied to the bedpost, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?" Her voice trembled.

"Sorcery? Didn't you call me a mule? A mule should act like a mule."

"Shen Yifei, remember this tonight, I'll settle accounts with you tomorrow."

"We'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow. You're under my control tonight."

When dawn broke, Shen Yifei woke up from his dream, his whole body aching, as if he had really been grinding grain all night.

Liu Mengli lay beside him, her green eyes half-open and half-closed, a smile playing on her lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Yifei rubbed his waist.

"I'm laughing at you." Liu Mengli rolled over to face him. "I'm laughing at how you acted in your dream last night. You were jumping around on all fours, making 'ang ang' noises. It cracked me up."

Shen Yifei's face darkened: "I called out?"

"He screamed, he screamed so loudly. He chased Luo Qinghe all over the house while screaming, cornering him against the wall. He cried and begged, 'Husband, spare me!' But you ignored him and just beat him up..."

"Alright, alright," Shen Yifei interrupted her. "There's no need to go into so much detail."

Liu Mengli giggled, and after laughing enough, she said, "Don't you want to know what's going on with Luo Qinghe?"