Fox Demon: Why did your brother beat you up every day at the beginning of the month?

"Please thank Young Master Haoyang for me at the beginning of the month. Once things are settled, I will definitely pay him a visit to express my gratitude."

Tu Shan Rongrong covered her mouth and smiled. She could feel the depleted demonic power in her body rapidly recovering.

Having quickly recovered most of her demonic power, Rongrong got up to continue refining the demonic power within the Bitter Love Tree.

Not only does it enhance one's abilities, but the demon core refined by Dongfang Haoyang using pure Yang Flame can also allow the person or demon who takes the pill to quickly recover their spiritual power.

Tu Shan Honghong felt her demonic power rapidly recovering, and in no time, the large amount of demonic power she had used up was fully restored.

"The raw materials for this elixir are..."

Tu Shan Honghong frowned slightly as she thought about the brownish-red pill in Yuechu's hand earlier.

"Don't worry, Fairy Sister, they're all freshly made, and they're all vicious demons who kill and eat people. My brother wouldn't use good demons to make pills."

Tu Shan Honghong's lips twitched violently. She thought it was some kind of rare and precious treasure. If she had known that the raw material was a monster, she wouldn't have eaten it.

Tu Shan Rongrong was eating with great relish, while the giant bear demons slaughtered the entire Daoxiang Village.

Not only did they kill those innocent and law-abiding villagers, but they also killed several teams of Silver Moon Guards on guard duty. Even Sister Ya Ya almost fell victim to this. She wished she could extract the souls of those bear demons, refine them, and burn them into pills, which would be too good for them.

"Fairy Sister, Rongrong Sister, you two should rest for a while. Leave the refining to me."

Tu Shan Rongrong looked at Dongfang Yuechu, who was patting his chest and looking confident, with some doubt.

"You? Your divine fire isn't hot enough yet; you probably couldn't even roast a sweet potato properly!"

Dongfang Yuechu's lips twitched violently.

"Sister Rongrong, what you're saying is really hurtful to my pride..."

"To be honest, please don't mind me, it's the beginning of the month."

Tu Shan Rongrong chuckled twice and gently patted Xiao Yuechu's shoulder.

"Of course, I can't refine it myself, but I never said I would refine it myself," Dongfang Yuechu said with a confident and smug smile, hands on his hips.

Tu Shan Honghong approached, puzzled.

"Speak quickly, what method do you have?"

Dongfang Yuechu chuckled and leaned close to Tushan Honghong's folded ear, her heart fluttering slightly.

"If Fairy Sister eats the lunchboxes I send her every day, I'll be the first to tell her, how about that?" Dongfang Yuechu said, shaking his head and twisting his body, looking quite embarrassed.

He seemed to be envisioning himself feeding the fairy sister, falling in love with her over time, becoming her personal chef, and finally captivating her with his superb culinary skills. He would then be promoted to her official position, confess his love to her, and live a shameless and happy life with her!

"Come on!"

Watching this guy wriggle his body and reveal that somewhat lewd smile, almost drooling, Tu Shan Rongrong directly slammed an abacus down on Dongfang Yuechu's head, not only bringing him back to reality but also giving him a big red bump on his head.

Tu Shan Honghong's eyes twitched violently. She didn't understand why this child was so obsessed with her. She only hoped that when this guy grew up and broadened his horizons, he would forget her. After all, when that time came, she wouldn't be able to respond to him.

"Ouch!" Dongfang Yuechu cried out, clutching his head. He thought to himself, "My sister-in-law really hit me. I must never make her angry again!"

"Young Master Haoyang must have given you something good again, right? Hand it over quickly, or else..." Tu Shan Rongrong smiled and waved the large abacus made of sandalwood in her hand.

Looking at Tu Shan Rongrong staring at him with a kind smile, Dongfang Yuechu's lips twitched slightly. He quickly took out a painting from his pocket and then neatly spread it out.

As the figure in the portrait gradually materialized, Tu Shan Rongrong was slightly astonished, and her emerald green eyes involuntarily opened.

"This is... Young Master Haoyang's magic, the finishing touch?!"

"Fairy Sister, Rongrong Sister, do you know that my family used to sell not only sweet potatoes, but also calligraphy and paintings? My father used to paint them, but later my mother wouldn't let him paint anymore. She said he wasn't allowed to paint any women other than herself, so the business was discontinued. My brother picked it up again after that."

Honghong and Rongrong stared wide-eyed as the figures gradually appeared in the painting.

Seeing the two people's surprised expressions, Dongfang Yuechu smiled slightly, his eyes narrowing.

"Right? I think it's amazing too."

"Sister Rongrong, don't you always want to know how we make a living and survive out there?"

"Actually, my brother was selling calligraphy and paintings for those few days. The famous paintings that could have been sold for thousands of taels were sold for a pittance of only a few dozen taels because they didn't have eyes on them."

"Even so, my brother still easily earned several hundred taels of silver in those few days. With that money, my brother and I could have lived a very comfortable life, or rather, if it weren't for me being a burden and owing tens of thousands of taels of silver..."

My older brother will definitely live a very good life on his own...

Dongfang Yuechu scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

"But there's nothing I can do. Who told him to have such a good-for-nothing brother like me? But he really is a responsible and loving older brother. If there's a next life, I'd still want to be his brother..."

"This is my honest opinion."

A gentle breeze blew by, causing Dongfang Yuechu's ahoge (cowlick) to float in the air. Tushan Honghong's pupils widened slightly, as did her cascading golden hair and that ahoge. The two looked at each other as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

As soon as she finished speaking with a smile, a handsome young man appeared in front of Honghong and Rongrong.

"If there's a next life, I'd never want a good-for-nothing brother like you! And don't think that just because I've said all that cheesy stuff, I'll let you off the hook tonight. You'll get every beating you deserve!"

A handsome young man with two tufts of hair and a small black mole at the corner of his eye wore a robe with dragon patterns adorned with golden flames, covering his entire body.

"Hey, brother, you can't be so heartless! I'm your own brother, your dearest brother!"

"Who wants your unlucky little brother! You owe me tens of thousands of coins just to see your fairy sister, forcing me to go to Tushan with you, and now you're putting on this melodramatic show of suffering!"

"If you really care that much, then go and fight for her childhood sweetheart position! That's better than you being a simp like this!"

But before Dongfang Haoyang could finish speaking...

"Young Master!" Tu Shan Rongrong exclaimed and ran to his side.

Dongfang Haoyang was slightly taken aback and turned around to look.

"Miss Rongrong, don't come any closer!"

He quickly stretched out one hand to block Tu Shan Rongrong from getting closer to him.

"Young master, what's going on?!"

Tu Shan Rongrong didn't understand why Young Master Haoyang would oppose her getting close to him.

"This is just a clone of my divine fire. Although it only has one-tenth the strength of my main body, if you get too close, the pure Yang Flame on my body will hurt you."

At this moment, Dongfang Haoyang's true form was still cultivating diligently in his mansion. He had already spent nearly a thousand years of his lifespan to completely cultivate to the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm (Great Demon Emperor Realm), and he would soon break through to the next realm.

"I see."

Tu Shan Rongrong stuck out her little tongue shyly, chuckled, and took a half step back. Otherwise, she would have definitely gotten very, very close to Dongfang Haoyang, because Rongrong loved seeing Dongfang Haoyang's shy expression.

To reduce the risk of being discovered, Dongfang Haoyang even drew a cloak for easy concealment.

"My main body is focusing all its efforts on breaking through to a higher realm. This clone doesn't have much mana and can't last much longer. I need to hurry."

He had sensed something was wrong with the Bitter Love Tree when he first started cultivating, but he was too busy at that crucial moment to focus on his cultivation.

Hao Yang, the clone, had a serious expression. Now that he had the strength, he quickly formed a hand seal. The pure Yang Flame in his hand gradually transformed into a dazzling Buddha's Wrath Lotus and entered the Bitter Love Tree.

Soon, the hundred-meter-tall Bitter Love Tree was enveloped by a golden fire lotus phantom. The various kinds of demonic power within the Bitter Love Tree were rapidly refined by the fire lotus, turning into pure spiritual power, which was then absorbed by the Bitter Love Tree.

The Bitter Love Tree swayed gently in the wind, as if it really liked the pure spiritual energy refined by the Fire Lotus.

Tu Shan Honghong and Tu Shan Rongrong were slightly stunned, their eyes filled with a strange light. Using fire as a furnace to envelop the entire Bitter Love Tree was a method of refining that they had never seen before. Before long, they also placed their hands on the dark brown trunk of the Bitter Love Tree and used their demonic power to assist in the refining process.

With the help of the Divine Fire Pure Yang Flame, and with Dongfang Haoyang's masterful control of the fire, Rongrong could feel the demonic power within the Bitter Love Tree being rapidly refined, and she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Now, she and her sister basically no longer need to refine that demonic power. Dongfang Haoyang's divine fire clone completed nearly 80% of the process by himself. They only need to guide the refined demonic power to the Bitter Love Tree for absorption.