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

Shen Yifei shouted loudly, and the Myriad Things Cauldron shook violently.

The monster on the cauldron suddenly opened its eyes, and the Great Elder's scream came from inside the cauldron. The sound was muffled inside the cauldron wall, as if it were coming from behind a thick coffin lid, making people's scalps tingle.

The seven elders standing behind the Grand Elder were all dumbfounded.

The second elder reacted the fastest, turning and running away.

He had just taken a step when Yin Wuxie raised his hand and grabbed him. A large, blood-red hand appeared above the Second Elder's head, grabbed him, and lifted him back like a chick.

"Did I say you could leave?"

The second elder was gripped by the bloody hand, his face flushed red, his legs kicking wildly in the air. The other six elders knelt down in unison, their heads pounding on the ground with a thud.

"Master, spare my life!"

"We were all coerced by the Grand Elder; it was not our own will!"

"Please, Master, see the truth!"

Yin Wuxie ignored them, his gaze fixed on the Myriad Things Cauldron in the center of the hall.

The screams of the Grand Elder in the cauldron had changed tone.

The initial roar turned into a wail, and then the wail turned into a cry for mercy.

"Shen Yifei! Let me out! I'll give you everything! Everything! I won't dare again, I won't fight for the leader's position anymore!"

Ignoring everything else, Shen Yifei placed his hands on the cauldron, continuously pouring in dark golden spiritual energy.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto the cauldron with a sizzling sound.

It was indeed too much for someone with only early-stage Golden Core cultivation to force the Myriad Things Cauldron to refine a Nascent Soul cultivator. The cauldron was absorbing his spiritual energy, like a perpetually hungry wolf, eager to drain him dry.

"You fucking watch out!" He slapped the cauldron.

The Cauldron of All Things trembled, and the monster's mouth grinned, as if it were laughing. The suction force not only didn't decrease, but actually became even stronger.

Shen Yifei cursed, took out a handful of Spirit Recovery Pills from his storage ring, and stuffed them into his mouth. The pills dissolved, replenishing his spiritual energy, but in the blink of an eye, most of it was absorbed by the cauldron.

The elder's cries from the cauldron grew weaker and weaker.

The crying turned into groans, the groans into panting, and finally there was no sound at all.

The cauldron shook violently, and the lid of the furnace popped open with a "bang," revealing a blood-red pill lying at the bottom.

Shen Yifei took out the pills and glanced at the seven elders.

"Everyone, when the Grand Elder told you to line up, didn't I say that if you went back to your original lines now, I would pretend nothing happened?"

"Elder Shen, spare my life!"

"We were blinded by greed and fooled by the Grand Elder!"

"We beg Elder Shen to show leniency!"

The elders immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Shen Yifei walked up to the Second Elder.

The Second Elder was held in mid-air by the bloody hand, his face turning purple, his eyes bulging out, and he was making a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

"Second Elder, you ran the fastest." Shen Yifei looked up at him. "The First Elder was just swallowed, and you turned and ran. Your eyesight is better than theirs."

The second elder shook his head desperately, his bloodied hands clenched so tightly that he couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Yifei reached out and patted his face. "I won't kill you."

He turned around and looked at Yin Wuxie: "Master, it's up to you how to deal with these people."

Having witnessed Shen Yifei's methods, Yin Wuxie secretly rejoiced that he had not harbored any disloyal thoughts, otherwise he would have become a perfectly round pill by now.

Yin Wuxie stepped down from the stone chair and walked up to the Second Elder.

"Second Elder, how many years have you served me?"

"One...one hundred and twenty years."

"One hundred and twenty years." Yin Wuxie nodded. "I have treated you well. What benefits did the Grand Elder give you to get you to stand on his side?"

The Second Elder's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to speak.

Yin Wuxie turned around and glanced at the six elders kneeling on the ground.

"And you? What did the Grand Elder promise you?"

No one dared to utter a sound.

"Not going to talk?" Yin Wuxie walked up to the Third Elder, looking down at him. "Third Elder, speak."

The Third Elder kowtowed, his voice trembling, "The First Elder said that once he becomes the sect leader, he will pass on the method of refining the Blood Soul Pill to his subordinates. I... I was bewitched. Please punish me, sect leader."

"The method for refining the Blood Soul Pill?" Yin Wuxie laughed, his laughter echoing in the empty hall. "The Grand Elder himself doesn't know how to refine the Blood Soul Pill, so what can he possibly teach you?"

The Third Elder suddenly raised his head, his face filled with disbelief.

"What the cult leader means is..."

"The method of refining the Blood Soul Pill has only been passed down orally from one leader to another throughout history. The Grand Elder is not the leader, so where would he get the method? You have been deceived by him."

The Third Elder collapsed to the ground, as if his bones had been removed.

"Alright." Yin Wuxie walked back to the stone chair and sat down. "I don't want to kill anyone today. But while I may be spared the death penalty, I will not escape punishment."

She held up a finger: "Each of you leave behind a wisp of your lifeblood. From this day forward, your lives belong to me. Anyone who dares to harbor any disloyal thoughts can be obliterated with a single thought from me."

The faces of the seven elders all changed.

Leaving behind a wisp of her lifeblood was tantamount to handing her life entirely over to Yin Wuxie. From then on, life and death were entirely in her hands.

But compared to the fate of the Grand Elder, this is already an immense blessing.

The Second Elder was the first to speak: "This subordinate is willing."

The bloody hand loosened, and the Second Elder landed on the ground, kneeling motionless. He closed his eyes, and a wisp of blood-red light flew from between his brows, drifting to Yin Wuxie's side.

Yin Wuxie reached out and grabbed the wisp of soul blood into his palm.

The other six elders exchanged glances and each forced out their lifeblood from between their brows. Seven strands of blood-red light drifted to Yin Wuxie, who gathered them up one by one.

"Alright, get up, all of you."

The seven elders, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to their feet and retreated to the sides of the hall, barely daring to breathe.

Yin Wuxie turned to look at Shen Yifei.

"You turned the Grand Elder into a pill?"

Shen Yifei walked over and handed her the blood-red pill in his hand.

Yin Wuxie took the pill and examined it from all angles.

"Although the Blood Demon Technique cultivated by the Grand Elder is not as profound as mine, it is still a genuine demonic cultivation method. Use the Cauldron of Myriad Things to refine it into a pill. The Blood Demon Power contained in this pill is enough to allow a peak Golden Core cultivator to directly break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

She looked up at Shen Yifei and asked, "You don't want it?"

"Master, this thing is too hot to handle. The Grand Elder is a member of the Blood Soul Sect, and you are the true leader of the Blood Soul Sect. I've refined him, so this pill should rightfully belong to you. Besides, I have the essence of the snake demon's soul on me; I'm afraid I'll die from overeating this."

Yin Wuxie chuckled and put the pill into his storage bag.

"You certainly know how to do favors."

"What kind of favor is this? We're not even talking about who's who."

Shen Yifei flirted with Yin Wuxie in public, leaving the elders looking at each other in bewilderment.

The ruthless Yin Wuxie was acting like an innocent young girl in front of him; the change was too drastic.

But no one dared to say anything. A quick-handed elder pushed Han Yue to the foot of the throne, asking, "Master, what should we do with Han Yue?"

Yin Wuxie waved his hand, "Cripple him, throw him out!"

Shen Yifei saw that things were almost done here.

"Master, the matter with the Blood Soul Sect is almost settled. Can I return to the Joyful Sect now?"

Yin Wuxie smiled charmingly, "I'll go back in two days."