I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

The tide of battle turned completely in an instant.

The six Nascent Soul cultivators were tightly bound by the six Nascent Soul Yin Spirits, while the demon took the opportunity to frantically absorb the Yin energy from the Soul Banner Formation, and his aura recovered at a visible speed. His originally pale face gradually regained some color, and the eerie green ghost fire in his deep-set eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Hahaha!" The demon laughed wildly, his laughter filled with smugness. "You thought I could be slaughtered just because I'm seriously injured? I've been cultivating these vengeful spirits for centuries; they are my greatest trump card! Today, none of you will escape!"

The sect leader's face was ashen. She unleashed one black palm strike after another, but she was unable to shake off the entanglement of the peak Nascent Soul stage Yin spirit. That Yin spirit was too troublesome; every time it was repelled, it would quickly recover and pounce again, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

The Grand Elder was in dire straits. The wound on his left shoulder was worsening under the corrosive influence of the Yin energy, his entire left arm was turning black, and even his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. Taking advantage of the situation, the Yin spirit at the mid-Nascent Soul stage launched a fierce attack, its claws, shrieks, and Yin mist coming in turn, forcing the Grand Elder to retreat repeatedly.

"Damn it! This beast is too troublesome!" The elder gritted his teeth and spat a mouthful of blood onto his sword. The cyan sword light suddenly surged, forcing the ghost back several steps, but his aura also weakened considerably.

The Second Elder's situation wasn't much better. Although her red palm prints had a restraining effect on Yin spirits, the Yin spirit at the mid-Nascent Soul stage was too fast, always managing to slip in through the gaps in her attacks, forcing her to focus on defense. Her red skirt had been torn in several places, revealing her fair calves with several black claw marks on them, from which black blood was seeping.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master and his two elders were also locked in a fierce battle. Although the Heavenly Demon Sect Master's black blade light was sharp, the Yin spirit at the early Nascent Soul stage didn't engage him head-on, but instead relentlessly harassed and ambushed him, keeping him constantly on the run. The two elders were even more desperate, with one of them having a gash torn open in his chest by the Yin spirit's claws, his robes stained crimson with blood.

"Sect Master, this can't go on!" the Heavenly Demon Sect Master shouted sternly. "We can't hold out much longer!"

The sect leader's face was so gloomy it could drip water. Of course she knew she couldn't hold out for long, but what could she do now? That Nascent Soul Peak Yin Spirit was like a piece of chewing gum, impossible to shake off; she had all the skills she needed but couldn't use them.

The demon stood in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield with a mocking smile, like a cat catching a mouse.

"Struggle, struggle as hard as you can," he said slowly, his voice hoarse and grating. "The more you struggle, the more excited I become. Once your spiritual energy is exhausted, I will refine you one by one into Yin spirits. One peak Nascent Soul cultivator, two mid-Nascent Soul cultivators, three early-Nascent Soul cultivators—tsk tsk, my collection is about to get even richer."

His gaze lingered on the sect leader for a long time, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes: "Especially you, little girl. A female cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, once you refine your Yin Soul, you will definitely become my strongest ally."

The sect leader remained silent, only gritting her teeth as she pounded her black palms even harder. But the Nascent Soul peak-stage Yin spirit was far too troublesome; each of her palm strikes felt like hitting cotton, unable to unleash its full power.

Li Hanshan stood at a distance, watching the situation on the battlefield, his heart filled with anxiety.

The six Nascent Soul cultivators were entangled by six Yin spirits, while the demon was taking the opportunity to recover its strength. If these Yin spirits were not dealt with quickly, everyone would die once the demon recovered to a certain level.

His gaze fell on the Yin spirit at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

That was the strongest Yin spirit, and the most crucial link. Once it was dealt with, the sect leader could free up his hands to deal with the other Yin spirits and the demon. But that was a Yin spirit at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; would his spiritual attack technique be effective?

Li Hanshan gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk.

He concentrated his divine sense to its limit; his late-stage Nascent Soul divine sense was like an invisible sharp cone, aimed at the head of the peak Nascent Soul Yin Soul. He didn't rush to attack, but waited for an opportunity—waiting for the sect leader to attack the Yin Soul again, waiting for the moment when the Yin Soul fully resisted the sect leader's palm strike.

It's now!

The sect leader unleashed a palm strike, the black palm print carrying a world-destroying force, hurtling towards the Nascent Soul peak-level Yin spirit. The Yin spirit dodged to the side, simultaneously extending both claws, preparing to counterattack from the flank.

At that very moment, Li Hanshan's spiritual attack technique was launched.

The sharp point of divine sense from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator pierced precisely into the head of the ghostly spirit. The spirit's body stiffened abruptly, its deep purple ghostly fire flickering wildly, emitting a shrill shriek. Its form froze in mid-air for a moment, its sharp claws hovering there, unable to fall.

Half a breath is enough.

A glint flashed in the sect leader's eyes. Although she didn't know why the vengeful spirit had suddenly stopped, she wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. She bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into her palm, and formed hand seals. A black palm print, three times larger than before, condensed in front of her.

The palm print was entirely black, with blood-red patterns flowing across its surface, and the pressure it emitted was several times stronger than the previous palm print. This was her trump card—the Blood Fiend Soul-Devouring Palm, which used her own blood essence as a catalyst and had a fatal effect on Yin spirits. She hadn't wanted to use this move, because each drop of blood essence would take several years to replenish, but at this moment she couldn't care less.

"die!"

The black palm print, carrying an aura of annihilation, slammed solidly into the chest of the Nascent Soul Peak Yin Soul.

The ghost's soul trembled violently from the impact, countless cracks spreading outwards from its chest. It let out a final, piercing scream, and its soul exploded, turning into countless fragments of soul power.

Black fragments danced in the night sky, like a black snowfall.

The demon's smile froze on his face.

"Impossible!" he exclaimed, his smugness instantly turning to horror. "How could you possibly kill it? That was my strongest ghost!"

The sect leader withdrew his hand and looked at him coldly: "There is nothing that this sect cannot kill."

The First Elder, Second Elder, and the Heavenly Demon Sect Master were greatly encouraged, and their attacks became even more ferocious. The remaining five Yin Souls, having lost the command of their master, began to move erratically, and their coordination ceased to be smooth.

The demon's face turned ashen. He looked at the sect leader, then at the direction where the Nascent Soul peak-stage Yin spirit had dissipated, a deep resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Damn it!" he gritted his teeth. "If I hadn't used up so many of my trump cards in the Endless Sea, how could you few possibly have dared to hurt me?"

He formed hand seals, and the remaining five Yin spirits simultaneously let out shrieks and pounced on the six sect leaders. But he himself suddenly turned around, transforming into a streak of black light and fleeing wildly in the southeast direction.

"Trying to run?" the sect leader shouted, raising his palm to give chase.

The First Elder, Second Elder, the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and his two elders also shook off their respective opponents and chased after the demon. The five Yin spirits, having lost their master's command, quickly became sluggish. One was casually slapped away by the Sect Master, and the remaining four also scattered.

The six Nascent Souls streaked across the night sky, chasing after the direction the demon had fled, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Li Hanshan stood at a distance, watching the six streaks of light disappear into the horizon, and exhaled a long breath. His face was somewhat pale; although his attack had successfully restrained the Yin spirit, it had also consumed most of his spiritual power.

But instead of resting, he flew out from his hiding place and landed where the peak Nascent Soul Yin Soul had dissipated.

The countless fragments of soul power were slowly dissipating, and the air was filled with extremely pure soul power fluctuations. Those fragments shimmered with a ghostly blue light in the night sky, like crystal snowflakes, breathtakingly beautiful.

Li Hanshan took out the Soul Banner and shook it gently.

A flash of black light, and Xiao An's figure emerged from the banner. She stared at the countless fragments of soul power filling the sky, her eerie green eyes filled with shock.

"Senior, this is..." Her voice was trembling.

"A fragment of soul power from a peak Nascent Soul Yin Soul." Li Hanshan smiled. "And it's complete."

Xiao An took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with barely suppressed excitement. She formed hand seals, unleashing the full power of the Netherworld Record Technique. The fragments of soul power surged towards her soul like rivers flowing into the sea, and she absorbed them all into her body.

Her breath began to rise steadily.

"So much...so much soul power..." Xiao An's voice trembled slightly. "Senior, if I absorb all of this, I will definitely...definitely be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Looking at her excited yet restrained demeanor, Li Hanshan felt an indescribable sense of relief.

"Then absorb it all," he said gently. "I'll protect you."

Xiao An nodded emphatically, closed his eyes, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the refining process.

Li Hanshan stood beside her, gazing intently in the direction the demon had fled.

The sect leader and the others went after them, but he didn't follow. At his speed, he couldn't possibly catch up with the Nascent Soul cultivator's escape light. Rather than wasting his energy, he'd rather stay here and help Xiao An break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Even a Nascent Soul level Yin Spirit is an extremely powerful force among Nascent Soul cultivators. If Xiao An can successfully break through, he will have another trump card by his side.

Moreover, it is a trump card that both the Joyful Union Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect are wary of.

"Take your time, no rush." ​​Li Hanshan withdrew his gaze, sat down cross-legged, and began to recover his depleted spiritual energy.

A night breeze blew, and fragments of soul power drifted slowly through the air, while Xiao An's figure appeared and disappeared in the dim blue light.

Her aura was gradually growing stronger.