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Han Yue slung his legs together and backed away, holding his long sword horizontally in front of his groin, the tip of the blade aimed at the little monster's head.

The little monster squatted on the ground, tilting its head to look at Han Yue's knife, its eyes rolling around twice. Then, it pushed off with its four legs, its body spinning sideways like a top, and crawled under the knife.

"Click."

Han Yue felt a cold wind blowing up from below.

He glanced down and saw a hole in his trousers between his legs, the edges of the hole neatly cut, as if someone had used scissors. Blood gushed from the hole, trickling down his trouser leg and pooling on the ground.

Han Yue opened his mouth, but after a long time, he could only make a "hoarse" sound.

The long sword slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. He clutched his groin with both hands, bent his knees, and knelt down.

"Ah..." A belated scream echoed throughout the passageway.

The remaining five disciples were completely dumbfounded.

Their gazes all fell on Han Yue, then shifted to the little monster.

All five of them turned and ran at the same time!

The passageway was narrow, and with five people crammed together, no one could run fast. The one in front had only taken two steps when he felt a chill on his ankle. Looking down, he saw the little monster biting his ankle, its eyes rolling upwards as it stared at him.

"No...don't bite me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little monster scurried up his leg and bit him.

"what……"

This scream was even more pitiful than Han Yue's, making Shen Yifei's ears ring.

The little monster jumped down from his crotch, a bloody mess in its mouth, spat it on the ground, and then ran towards the next person.

Two screams in quick succession, the same action, the same ending.

Finally, only two people remained. Seeing this situation, they both stopped.

They stopped running.

Running is useless. This little thing is too fast; you can't escape it, and you can't beat it in a fight.

Han Yue, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, was bitten into a eunuch. How could the two early-stage Golden Core cultivators possibly fight him?

The two men looked at each other and knelt down at the same time.

"Elder Shen! Elder Shen, spare our lives!" The two knelt on the ground, their heads pounding loudly. "We were just following the orders of the Grand Elder, we didn't come here on our own. Please, have mercy on us and spare our lives."

Shen Yifei gripped the Listening Tide Sword and walked up to the two of them.

The little monster squatted at his feet, blood beads still hanging from the fur around its mouth, its eyes darting back and forth between the two men's crotches, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

"You two, do you want to live?"

"Yes! Yes!" A tall disciple kowtowed even louder. "Elder Shen, we'll do anything you ask if you'll spare us."

"Alright." Shen Yifei sheathed the Tingchao Sword. "Drag that good-for-nothing Han Yue along and come back to the main hall with me."

The tall disciple paused for a moment, then looked up at Shen Yifei.

"What are you looking at? Just drag them away when we tell you to."

The two quickly scrambled to their feet and frantically tried to drag the person off the ground. Han Yue had already fainted from the pain and was being dragged along the ground by one leg by the taller disciple, a long red trail of blood from his crotch left on the floor.

Shen Yifei walked in front, with the little monster following at his feet, its tail held high.

The group emerged from a secluded passageway, crossed the corridor, and headed towards the main hall.

On the way, they encountered several disciples of the Blood Soul Sect. These disciples recognized Han Yue as the person behind Shen Yifei. They all stood close to the wall, barely daring to breathe.

Suddenly, a bell rang out from the direction of the main hall, three long and two short tones.

Shen Yifei paused. In the Blood Soul Sect, "three long and two short" meant that when the sect leader summoned them, all elders had to assemble in the main hall within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn; those who disobeyed would be treated as traitors.

"The Grand Elder has made his move." He glanced back at Han Yue, who was being dragged on the ground. "Your father is certainly impatient."

Han Yue woke up in pain, looked down at the bloody hole in his crotch, and opened his mouth to scream again. The tall disciple reacted quickly, tearing a piece of cloth from his body and stuffing it into his mouth, silencing his scream and turning it into a muffled groan.

Shen Yifei quickened his pace; time was of the essence. After the Grand Elder broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and killed him, his first act would undoubtedly be to force the emperor to abdicate.

Yin Wuxie's soul has only recovered to 60%, so she might not be a match for him in a real fight. Plus, several of the twelve elders are close associates of the Grand Elder, so her current situation is probably not good.

The entrance to the main hall was deserted. The two disciples who usually guarded the gate were nowhere to be seen, and the gate was half open.

Shen Yifei drew the Listening Tide Sword. The little monster clung to his feet, its scales on its neck standing up one by one, and it let out a low whimper.

The tall disciple and another person dragged Han Yue, their legs trembling.

"You two, drag Han Yue to the door and wait there. I'll let you in later."

Shen Yifei pushed open the door.

Half of the torches in the main hall had been extinguished, leaving the hall dimly lit. Yin Wuxie sat on the stone chair in the center.

The Grand Elder stood three zhang away from her. He had changed into a brand new black robe, and the skull embroidered on his chest had changed from blood red to gold. This was the symbol of the cult leader.

It seems he has made preparations.

Five people stood behind him, while the remaining elders stood on both sides of the hall, keeping a distance from the two of them, clearly indicating that no one wanted to help.

Yin Wuxie's brow twitched slightly when he saw Shen Yifei enter.

The Grand Elder also saw him.

"You actually made it out alive." The Grand Elder's gaze swept over him. "Boy, you've actually reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm. It seems you gained some fortuitous opportunities in the Blood Soul Cave. However, you're too late. From today onwards, the Blood Soul Sect has a new master."

Shen Yifei walked to the center of the main hall and stood about two zhang away from the Grand Elder.

"Elder, have you forgotten something?"

"What is it?"

"I was able to get here, but where's your son...?"

Shen Yifei called out towards the door, "Bring him up!"

Two disciples dragged Han Yue in, put him on the ground, and turned to leave. They didn't dare to stay there any longer.

The rag in Han Yue's mouth fell out, and he groaned in pain. The bloodstains on his crotch had dried, and dark brown scabs were pasted on his inner thighs, a shocking sight.

The elder's face changed instantly.

"Yue'er!" He crouched down and reached out to check Han Yue's pulse. The moment his hand touched Han Yue's wrist, Han Yue screamed in agony. The Grand Elder ripped open Han Yue's waistband and peeked inside; his face instantly turned deathly pale!

"Shen Yifei, you have severed my son's lineage. I will make you pay with your life."

The Grand Elder struck out with his palm.

The palm print was blood red, similar to Yin Wuxie's style, but larger than Yin Wuxie's palm print!

The palm print expanded rapidly after leaving his hand, growing to more than a person's height in the blink of an eye, and pressed down on Shen Yifei with a foul stench.

Shen Yifei didn't dodge; he pushed the Cauldron of All Things forward.

The little monster pushed off with its four legs, transforming back into the shape of a cauldron in mid-air. The monster on the cauldron opened its eyes, opened its mouth to its widest extent, and bit down on the blood-red palm print.

"Click."

The palm print was bitten off and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The elder was shocked. His palm strike was at the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage. Even if Shen Yifei had broken through to the Golden Core stage, he would still be smashed to pieces if he took this blow.

"What kind of magical artifact is this?"

"Elder, it bit into your son's genitals. Would you like to try?"