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

After passing through the patrol array, the flying boat continued its journey deeper into the Heavenly Demon Sect. Li Hanshan stood at the ship's side, his gaze sweeping over the land beneath his feet, which was being continuously shrouded in a dark red sky.

The territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect was more vast than he had expected. The flying boat skimmed over the rolling mountains at low altitude. The primeval forests on the ridges were covered with a layer of dark gray demonic mist. Occasionally, a few streaks of light could be seen passing by in the mountains. These were the trails left by patrolling disciples when they patrolled at low altitude. No one dared to fly too high.

He looked up at the dark red sky above and thought to himself that the Holy Maiden was indeed different.

Ordinary disciples of the Demonic Sect can only fly a maximum of a hundred feet above the ground within the territory of the Heavenly Demonic Sect; exceeding this limit will be considered an overstepping of boundaries by the sect's protective formation. However, Yin Yue's flying boat flew hundreds of feet high, and the dark red dome not only did not obstruct it, but also automatically parted to the sides as the boat passed, leaving a passage just wide enough for the flying boat to pass through, like a curtain being parted by an invisible hand.

As he was thinking, a very slight fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly came from the void ahead. The fluctuation was different from any patrol escape light he had sensed before. It was extremely fast and carried a deliberately suppressed sharpness, like a sharp blade hidden in silk cutting towards his flying boat from the side and above.

Yin Yue, standing at the bow, also sensed the fluctuation. Her movements remained unchanged, her jade hand still resting on the bow line, but Li Hanshan noticed that the fingers of her left hand tightened slightly for a moment, leaving a very faint trace of spiritual energy on the edge of the bow line.

A few breaths later, a dark red flying boat emerged from the clouds above and side, precisely blocking the path of the Hidden Moon Flying Boat. The flying boat was nearly twice the size of the Hidden Moon's silver-white flying boat, and its surface was engraved with dense dark gold array patterns. Each pattern flowed with rich demonic energy fluctuations, resembling a miniature fortress compressed to its extreme.

A figure stood at the bow of the boat, tall and slender, wearing a dark red dress that was extremely form-fitting, with delicate gold patterns embroidered on the hem, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the demonic wind. Her face was exquisite and beautiful, with slightly upturned peach blossom eyes and a tiny red mole at the corner of each eye, making her face both alluring and possessing an unfathomable depth.

The flying boat hovered a few dozen feet in front of the Hidden Moon Boat. The woman tilted her head, her gaze falling on the Hidden Moon Boat, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, the curve falling perfectly between "friendliness" and "teasing," like a chess piece whose angle had been carefully calculated: "Oh, so it's you, elder sister. Elder sister has actually returned to the sect, what a rare guest."

Her voice was clear with a sweet quality, and the ending notes rose slightly, like a string that had been repeatedly tuned, with each note falling precisely on a beat that made it impossible to get angry.

Yin Yue stood at the bow of the ship, her silver veil fluttering gently in the demonic wind, her calm eyes filled with coldness. She didn't reply, only glancing indifferently at the dark red flying boat blocking her path and the dark red figure at its bow.

The woman wasn't annoyed that she didn't respond. Instead, she shifted her gaze to the dark gray figure at the cabin door. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the spiritual energy fluctuations around Li Hanshan, suppressed by the Demon Slave Mark. A faint, scrutinizing interest flickered in her peach blossom eyes, like a cat sizing up its new prey.

"Sister, you have such good taste." She spoke, her tone even sweeter than before, carrying a perfectly measured exclamation, "This demon slave is so handsome. This is the first time I've ever seen such a handsome demon slave."

Li Hanshan stood at the cabin door, his face expressionless. He could sense that the woman's cultivation was at least at the Refinement stage; her spiritual energy fluctuations were deep and heavy. Although they had been deliberately suppressed, they still rippled with a very faint dark red color within the demonic energy wind.

When she looked at him, there was a clear probing in her gaze, like an extremely fine thread probing the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness in the void. But his spiritual foundation was like an impenetrable barrier, silently blocking her probing gaze from the outside.

Yinyue's voice came from the bow of the ship, clear and crisp as ever, but with a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible compared to before: "I am not your sister."

The woman tilted her head slightly, her long, dark red hair cascading down her shoulders to her chest. The smile on her lips remained unchanged, only curving more deeply than before, like a crescent moon bathed in moonlight: "Sister, don't say that. Although we don't have the same mother, we still have the same father. Blood ties aren't something you can just deny."

Her tone carried a perfectly measured sense of grievance, like the natural disappointment that comes from being neglected by her older sister. Every word landed on the boundary between kinship and grievance, making it hard to tell whether she was genuinely sad or just pretending.

This expression and tone reminded Li Hanshan of one word: tea.

If this woman existed before the time travel, she would be a classic green tea bitch.

Yin Yue did not respond to her again. She stood at the bow of the ship, her gaze beneath the silver-white veil fixed on the dark red flying boat ahead, and remained silent for two breaths. During those two breaths, a very faint silver-white ripple spread across the spiritual energy fluctuations of the late-stage Void Refinement realm around her, like a lake surface rippled by the wind slowly returning to calm.

The woman seemed to sense the subtle change in temperature, and her smile deepened. She took out a dark gold token from her sleeve, toying with it between her fingers, her voice even sweeter than before: "Sister, look, I'm already at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm. I've caught up with you so quickly. Your position as Saintess will soon be mine."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and a carefully calculated light surged in her peach blossom eyes, like a glass blade that refracted multiple colors in the sunlight, seemingly dazzling, but actually sharp.

"But sister, don't misunderstand, I'm not forcing you." She put the token back into her sleeve, gently folded her hands in front of her, her posture as gentle as a child asking for candy in front of an elder. "I just feel that you've been running around outside for so many years, it must be quite tiring. Why don't you give me the position of Holy Maiden, I'll take on the responsibility for you, and you can relax a bit."

Yin Yue stood at the bow of the ship, her lips pressed into a thin line beneath her silver-white veil. The silver-white spiritual energy fluctuations around her suddenly surged, like a volcano that had been repeatedly suppressed finally reaching its breaking point.

Her voice was even colder than before, each word like a repeatedly tempered blade lightly slicing through the air: "If you want it, then come and take it yourself. Kill me, and I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, Yin Yue's aura surged, like a sword drawn from its sheath, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.

The smile on the woman's face froze for a moment, but it lasted for less than a breath.

She quickly put on that sweet smile again, even tilting her head slightly, her tone carrying just the right amount of helplessness and grievance: "Sister, what are you saying? We're sisters, how can we fight like this? I'm just concerned about you, I want you to rest more."

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Li Hanshan, her peach blossom eyes swirling with an even stronger interest than before, like a pebble slowly sinking into a deep pool: "However, I do really like this demon slave of yours, sister. If you ever decide you don't want him anymore, remember to let me know."

Yin Yue didn't look at her again. She turned her head slightly and spoke to Li Hanshan at the cabin door, her voice as clear as ever, but with an added layer of unyielding coldness: "Let's go."

The array patterns on the flying boat lit up again the moment she finished speaking, and silvery-white light surged from the surface of the boat, transforming into a stream of light that flew towards the depths of the mountain range shrouded in a dark red sky.

The dark red flying boat behind them did not chase after them, but hovered in place, like a dark silhouette left at the edge of their vision, growing smaller and smaller until it was completely obscured by the outline of the mountains.