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

Shen Yifei looked down at the Myriad Things Cauldron. Apart from emitting a puff of black smoke, the Myriad Things Cauldron did not change much.

He checked inside with his divine sense but didn't find any pills.

"You swallowed a wolf demon at the peak of the Golden Core stage in one gulp, leaving me not even a trace?"

The monster squinted, with an expression that said "What's it to me?", and kept its mouth tightly shut, as if afraid that he would rip the wolf demon out of its throat.

Liu Mengli floated out of the cauldron and sat cross-legged in mid-air.

"So what if it swallowed it? You didn't lose anything anyway. The Cauldron of All Things swallowed the wolf demon, and the cauldron's grade has increased a little. Look at the patterns on the cauldron."

Shen Yifei looked down and examined it closely. The scales of the monster on the cauldron were brighter than before, faintly glowing with a dark red light. The monster's eyes had also changed from blood red to deep red.

Shen Yifei held the Myriad Things Cauldron in his hands and weighed it; it was a little heavier than before.

"Alright, let's keep going. Devouring all twenty-odd demon souls might directly elevate the cauldron to the peak of refining Nascent Souls. But leave a few for me; I need to level up too!!"

Liu Mengli rolled her eyes at him: "You're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, aren't you afraid of bloating yourself to death by eating so many powerful demon souls? Let the cauldron be full first. Once the cauldron is able to refine Nascent Soul peak cultivators, you won't have to worry about not having enough pills to eat."

Shen Yifei thought about it and felt that what she said made sense. The Cauldron of All Things was his natal magic weapon, and the stronger the cauldron, the safer he would be. The twenty-seven great demon souls in this Blood Soul Cave would first feed the cauldron, and then the cauldron would eat the rest after it was full.

He continued walking forward, shrouded in black mist.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, another shadow appeared in the blood mist ahead.

It was a woman.

With her back to Shen Yifei, she sat upright on a black stone, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, phoenix coronet, and embroidered robe. Her hair, jet black and glossy, hung down to her waist from beneath the phoenix coronet.

Shen Yifei stopped in his tracks.

A woman appeared in the Blood Soul Cave, dressed in a wedding gown and sitting on a rock. The scene looked incredibly eerie.

"Young master has arrived," the woman said, her voice soft and sweet, like a preserved plum soaked in honey. "I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Wait for me?" Shen Yifei gripped the Cauldron of Myriad Things tightly. "Wait for me for what?"

"Wait for the young master to marry me." The woman slowly stood up and turned around.

Shen Yifei saw her face clearly.

That face had no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Only a smooth expanse of skin, like a peeled egg upside down on its neck.

"I have waited for you, young master, for three hundred years." Her voice came from behind her face, muffled and echoing, "Three hundred years, why has it taken you so long, young master?"

Shen Yifei took a step back.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm only in my early twenties; I wasn't even born three hundred years ago."

"I can't mistake you." The faceless woman took a step forward, her crimson skirt trailing on the ground. "I've smelled your scent for three hundred years, young master. How could I mistake you?"

"You recognize my scent?" He gripped the Cauldron of All Things tightly. The monster's mouth was already open, revealing two rows of fangs, and a low whimper came from its throat.

"I know you." The faceless woman took a step forward. "Back then, your scent captivated countless women. I was the embodiment of those women's love. You were heartless, young master. Before I was even fully formed, you abandoned me, and I was captured and brought here."

Shen Yifei felt a chill run down his spine.

He may have slept with many women, but where did this "thousands of women" come from? And how did he conjure up such a monster? What the hell is this?

"This... young lady," he carefully chose his words, "you've really mistaken me for someone else. My surname is Shen, my name is Shen Yifei, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, with a cultivation level in the late Foundation Establishment stage. The person you're talking about, who was known for his womanizing ways three hundred years ago, is definitely not me. That person is probably already dead!"

"Young master doesn't recognize me, I'm so heartbroken." With that, she lifted her clothes!

The bright red wedding dress was torn in the middle, revealing the body underneath.

Shen Yifei gasped.

There was no body beneath the wedding dress, only a skeleton, a stark white bone frame, with a heart suspended in the middle of the skeleton, in the chest cavity.

The heart is still beating.

"Since the young master is dead, then I don't need to wait anymore." The faceless woman walked forward, the bones in her skeleton creaking with each step. "Since I don't need to wait anymore, I don't need to follow the young master's rules anymore. The young master's rule was that I couldn't eat people. Now that the young master is dead, the rules are gone. I can eat people now."

Her heart skipped a beat, and her ribs opened up like a cage as she hugged Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei pushed the Cauldron of All Things forward.

The monster's mouth emerged from the cauldron and bit down on the faceless woman's shoulder. Its fangs pierced the bone, making a "crackling" sound.

The faceless woman screamed.

But her hands didn't stop. Her ribs, like eight white snakes, wrapped around Shen Yifei's waist, tightening their grip.

Shen Yifei felt his ribs were about to break. The faceless woman's face split open from the middle, like a big mouth, and bit at Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei dared not be negligent, using the Cauldron of All Things to hold the Faceless Woman's chin, while the beast head of the Cauldron bit the Faceless Woman's shoulder. The beast head's neck was stretched very long.

With his other hand, Shen Yifei took the blood jade given to him by Yin Wuxie out of his storage ring and crushed it violently.

Crimson light surged from the shattered blood jade, coalescing into a human shape in the air.

"You crushed it so quickly?" Yin Wuxie's divided soul looked down at Shen Yifei. "I overestimated you."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get help!"

Yin Wuxie's divided soul turned around to face the faceless woman. She glanced at the heart beating in the middle of the skeleton and frowned slightly.

"The Demon of Love. It weaves dreams with threads of love, traps men, and then devours their hearts. It had the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, but after being imprisoned for three hundred years, it regressed to the peak of the Golden Core stage."

The faceless woman turned her face towards Yin Wuxie. She had no facial features, but Yin Wuxie could feel that she was looking at him.

"And who are you?"

"Blood Soul Cult Leader, Yin Wuxie." Yin Wuxie's split soul took a step forward, his blood-red robe fluttering even without wind. "The man in your hand is mine. Release him."

"Yours?" The faceless woman laughed, her laughter shrill. "He smells like the young master, how could he be yours?"

"If I say it's mine, then it's mine."

Yin Wuxie's divided soul raised its hand and struck out with a palm.

A blood-red palm print condensed in the air and imprinted itself on the faceless woman's skeleton.

"Bang!"

The moment the skeleton was struck by the palm print, the ribs broke off one by one like withered branches, and white bone fragments flew everywhere.

The faceless woman groaned, and the ribs wrapped around Shen Yifei's waist loosened. She was sent flying backward by the force of the palm strike, crashing into the black stone. Her bright red wedding dress was torn into pieces, hanging on her broken skeleton.

But her heart was still beating.

The heart, suspended in the chest cavity, beat even faster than before. With each beat, the broken bones began to regrow. White bone buds sprouted from the fracture, like bamboo shoots in spring, growing segment by segment upwards.

Shen Yifei felt a chill run down his spine.

"What the hell is that monster?"

"The Demon of Love." Yin Wuxie's divided soul stood still, a few pieces of bone stained her blood-red robe. She casually brushed them away. "Only by severing the threads of love can you kill her. The threads of love are in her heart. As long as her heart doesn't break, the Demon of Love will not die. My palm strike just now only broke her bones, it didn't damage her heart."

"Then why don't you just shoot her in the heart!"

"I am just a fragment of your soul." Yin Wuxie's fragmented soul looked down at his hand, which was beginning to turn transparent. "That last palm strike consumed most of my soul power. The remaining soul power is only enough for one more strike. This strike to the heart could shatter her. But after this strike, my fragmented soul will dissipate. The Blood Jade can only last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, as you yourself said. Now less than half an incense stick has passed. If we encounter any more powerful demonic souls later, you'll have to bear it yourself."

Shen Yifei glanced at Yin Wuxie's divided soul, then at the faceless woman who was regrowing her bones.

"beat!"