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

Shen Yifei woke up and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found Ye Hongling still lying under him, staring straight at him with her eyes open.

Those eyes were still watery, but there was no trace of spring in them; they were all real tears!

Ye Hongling tried to push him away, but she was now completely powerless. She cultivated the top-tier technique of the Hehuan Sect, the "Young Maiden's Yang-Gathering Technique," which was specifically designed to absorb men's primordial yang for her own use.

She's harvested the essence from so many men without ever failing, how could she possibly be countered by a mere handyman who knows nothing?

When Shen Yifei saw Ye Hongling crying, he didn't know why. Afraid that she might slap him to death in her anger, he quickly got up and dressed.

He said to Ye Hongling with his back turned, "Senior Sister, I don't know how to cultivate together. If I did anything wrong just now, please forgive me. I'll learn new techniques later and serve you when I have time!"

After Shen Yifei finished dressing, he turned around and saw Ye Hongling still lying naked on the ground, motionless.

"Senior sister, what's wrong...?"

"Little Dong... Junior Brother, what kind of technique did you use?" Ye Hongling realized that her cultivation level had dropped to Qi Refining, just like an ordinary outer disciple!

With her current abilities, she was no match for this strong young man. If he strangled her to death, it would be a terrible injustice.

"Cultivation techniques? Senior sister, I really don't know any cultivation techniques!" Shen Yifei said with an innocent look.

"What kind of pills did you take?"

"These are the three Ecstasy Pills you made me take..."

"What did you eat before you came?" Ye Hongling believed he didn't know any martial arts techniques, so there was only one possibility: this kid had eaten some kind of miraculous medicine!

Hearing her ask this, Shen Yifei felt a little embarrassed. "I ate some of the medicine residue. I had no choice, Senior Sister, I was just too hungry!"

"What? You ate the dregs of the medicine?"

"Yes, I'm always hungry. I usually just eat the dregs from the alchemy furnace!"

"How long...how long have you been eating?"

"Three years!"

"Do you eat it every day?"

"Yeah, I eat this every day, Senior Sister. Is it wrong to eat this? It's all going to end up being thrown away anyway!"

Ye Hongling never imagined that she would lose to a good-for-nothing who only ate medicine residue every day.

She got up, trembling, and dressed.

"Junior brother, if you utter a single word about what happened today, I'll take your life!" Ye Hongling tried her best to look fierce!

Shen Yifei nodded vigorously, "Senior sister, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped, I won't say a single word!"

Ye Hongling ignored him and hurriedly left, afraid that he would discover the flaw in her reduced cultivation.

"They run really fast," Shen Yifei muttered.

However, he was also very fortunate that he had not died at Ye Hongling's hands. That woman was really vicious. If you want to cultivate together, then cultivate together properly. Why did you have to take someone else's life?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the corpse on the bed.

The senior brother's eyes were still open, his death unresolved.

Shen Yifei walked over and closed his eyelids.

"Senior brother, blame that woman if you want, it has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, he started looking for his senior brother's storage bag. He quickly found it in a corner by the bed!

The storage bag arrived, and it felt quite heavy.

Shen Yifei didn't know how to open it, but he had seen his senior brother in the alchemy room use it. It was said that you just needed to input spiritual energy into it, but where would he get any spiritual energy?

Ignoring all that for now, Shen Yifei stuffed the storage bag into his pocket and hurriedly left this place of trouble.

Back at his lodgings, not far from the alchemy room was a woodshed. The room was mostly filled with firewood, and in one corner was a bed for him to sleep on, completely blocked by the firewood.

Shen Yifei lay in the pile of firewood, staring blankly at the crossbeam above his head.

That last hour felt like a dream.

He touched his lower abdomen, which Ye Hongling called his dantian. As he touched it, he suddenly felt something moving inside, like a small fish swimming around, warm and comforting.

Thinking of Ye Hongling, Shen Yifei couldn't help but swallow again.

That waist, those legs, that voice...

Shen Yifei was experiencing this for the first time, and he found everything to be incredibly memorable.

He felt he was stronger than his deceased senior brother, at least he hadn't lost to Ye Hongling. On the contrary, Ye Hongling seemed to be struggling!

I was born with extraordinary talent!

In his excitement, Shen Yifei casually waved his hand. With a "crash," a pile of firewood not far away collapsed to the ground.

This startled him, and he stared at his hand for a long time.

He just casually waved his hand. That pile of firewood weighed at least thirty or forty pounds, and it was usually difficult to move. How could it have fallen over with just a wave of his hand?

He recalled the warm feeling in his lower abdomen earlier, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, following the method Ye Hongling had taught him, taking a deep breath and focusing his energy on his dantian.

This sudden sinking was not a big deal. It felt as if a "little fish" in his lower abdomen was startled and suddenly sprang up, following his thoughts upwards, passing through his chest, crawling into his arm, and finally stopping in his palm.

Shen Yifei opened his palm, looked down, and saw nothing.

But he could feel that his palms were holding a ball of warm water, which was very comforting.

"Could this be spiritual energy?" Shen Yifei muttered to himself, both surprised and delighted.

He worked in the alchemy room for three years and saw countless inner and outer disciples come to collect medicine. Those people had spiritual energy; they walked with a gust of wind and spoke louder than others. As a mere handyman, he didn't dare to even breathe loudly in their presence.

Now, does he also possess spiritual power?

But where does this spiritual energy come from, and how did it suddenly appear?

Shen Yifei recalled the way Ye Hongling looked when she left; her legs were trembling and her walking posture was awkward.

Did I pick her myself?

That's impossible, isn't it? He doesn't know any martial arts techniques and only knows brute force. How could he possibly use his inner strength to cultivate the essence of an inner disciple?

If he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and took out the storage bag from his pocket.

Now that we have spiritual energy, let's see if we can open the storage bag.

Shen Yifei held the bag in his palm and tried to channel spiritual energy into it.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the warmth from his palm seeped into his storage bag.

Shen Yifei's consciousness was immediately pulled into a space.

The space wasn't large, only about a meter tall and three or four steps square. There were some things piled up in the corner.

As soon as Shen Yifei had a thought, those things appeared on the ground in front of him.

There was a pile of spirit stones, probably a hundred or so, all of them low-grade spirit stones.

Shen Yifei was overjoyed. This was the most spirit stones he had ever seen in his life, and now they were all his!

As far as Shen Yifei knew, in the Hehuan Sect, outer disciples received at most ten low-grade spirit stones a month, while servants received none; they were only provided with food and lodging.

He spent three years in the Hehuan Sect without obtaining a single spirit stone, and could only eat until he was half full.

"We're rich! We're rich!"

He suppressed his excitement, and with a thought, sent the spirit stone back to his storage bag.

He understood the principle of not flaunting wealth. He was powerless and, if he encountered a greedy fellow, he would have to go down and keep that fellow disciple company.

Inside the storage bag was a silver ring and a palm-sized alchemy furnace. The furnace lid was carved with a ferocious beast with its mouth wide open. Shen Yifei glanced at it and felt that the beast wanted to devour him.

There is also a book whose cover reads "The Basic Dual Cultivation Method of the Hehuan Sect".

He picked up the ring; it was quite large, only big enough to fit on his thumb.

As soon as he put it on, he felt a sharp pain in his thumb, like being pricked by a needle. A drop of blood seeped out and dripped onto the ring.

Suddenly, the blood-stained ring disappeared without a trace.