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

The dozens of ghost guards were enveloped by Shen Yifei's aura, and their bodies were twisted into pretzel-like shapes as if by a tremendous force. Then, they silently dispersed into wisps of yin energy, which were drawn back by that aura and directly entered Shen Yifei's palm.

"Hiss..." Shen Yifei gasped.

He felt that after the curse deep within his soul devoured the yin energy, he became much calmer, and the pain lessened considerably.

"Master!" Liu Mengli exclaimed in disbelief, "You...you ate the Ghost Guard?"

A thought flashed through Shen Yifei's mind: Shi Yan needs ghosts to nourish him!

He sensed the changes in the power of the curse. After it had devoured the yin energy of dozens of ghost guards, it was noticeably "quieter" than before, shrinking into a ball as if it were digesting what it had just swallowed. It was no longer tearing at his divine sense.

Before Shen Yifei could even feel happy, he heard Su Huan's tearful voice: "Thirteenth Sister! Thirteenth Sister, wake up! Don't scare me!"

Shen Yifei's heart tightened, and he rushed over in three steps.

Thirteen Niang was curled up in a small ball, her skin dry and wrinkled, her once black hair like withered grass. If it weren't for the dark green dress still wrapped around her body, Shen Yifei would hardly have recognized this as the woman who had just sat on his lap, laughing with such alluring and wild smiles.

"How...so fast?"

Liu Mengli said, "My power of reincarnation seems to be of little use now, Master. You need to think of something quickly!"

"What method should we use?" Shen Yifei asked anxiously.

After a few moments of silence, Shen Yifei suddenly had another idea. "Mengli, this curse has stopped her time in her youth. Without the curse, she will age. If I return the power of the curse to her, do you think she will return to her original state?"

Liu Mengli was stunned by Shen Yifei's idea, her peach blossom eyes wide with shock: "Master, are you crazy? You just took that thing off her, and now you want to give it back to her?"

"Mengli, have you noticed that this curse doesn't seem to harm her much? It's just controlled her consciousness, giving her an obsession to wait for me here! And, when she was getting dressed, the curse seemed to lessen its effect on me..."

Liu Mengli's expression was subtle: "Master, I'm not jealous. I just want to ask you something, you don't mean to want to cultivate with her, do you? How could you... bring yourself to do that to an old woman who's practically falling apart?"

Shen Yifei looked at Shisan Niang, who was curled up in Su Huan's arms. Her skin was like dried orange peel, her hair was gray and dry, her lips were chapped and purple, and there were deep furrows around her eyes and mouth.

The vibrant, alluring female gambler who had been sitting on his lap and striking seductive poses had completely transformed into a frail, elderly woman.

To say that I feel absolutely no discomfort would be a lie.

The problem is, a living woman has turned into a dried-up corpse right in front of him.

Moreover, he deserves half the credit for how Thirteen Sister became like this.

He insisted on taking off people's masks and looking at their faces.

Shen Yifei took a deep breath, "I'm going all in. A person is just a shell... Close your eyes... Let's do it!!"

Liu Mengli sighed. "Shi Yan found a woman like this to wait for you here; there must be a reason. Whether this cause and effect is good or bad, I can't see through it. That little bastard warned you not to get close to women... Sigh... Master, please think it over..."

Shen Yifei didn't take Liu Mengli's words to heart. He didn't believe in cause and effect or fate; he only believed in the choices in his own heart!

He reached out and took Thirteen Niang from Su Huan's arms. Thirteen Niang's body was very light, and her shriveled body was wrapped in a dark green dress, which was empty inside.

Shen Yifei held her, feeling a pang of heartache.

Knowing what to do next, Liu Mengli pulled Su Huan out of the gambling den and stood guard at the entrance.

Shen Yifei looked at Thirteen Sister's withered and aged face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Thirteenth Sister, if you're still conscious, listen to me. I'm about to do something that might make you uncomfortable, but it will save your life. If you don't want to die, don't resist."

Thirteen Sister's eyes twitched slightly, as if she had heard.

Shen Yifei sank into the depths of his soul.

The cursed power lingered in the center of the mind, and after being nourished by the Yin energy of the ghost guards, it became much quieter than before.

Shen Yifei used the power of the Five Elements to envelop the power of the curse, carefully peeled off a strand, and guided it down along the meridians.

He lowered his head and kissed Thirteen's lips.

Dry, cracked, and cold, like two pieces of dead tree bark.

To be honest, this doesn't feel good.

Every woman he's ever kissed in his life was fresh and tender, and a single kiss would leave his mouth full of fragrance.

The man before me had withered, wrinkled skin pressed against his lips, carrying a musty, earthy smell, like kissing a dried corpse just dug out of a grave.

But Shen Yifei didn't care. He channeled that wisp of power into her mouth, and along with a warm breath, it went straight into her dantian.

Thirteen Sister's body jolted violently, as if she had been electrocuted. Then she began to tremble violently from head to toe, letting out a muffled whimper.

Shen Yifei didn't stop and continued to transfer that power.

At the same time, he discovered that when he directed that wisp of power toward Thirteen Sister, the curse seemed to be swimming back home with the current.

Or rather, it should have belonged to Thirteen Niang from the start.

Shen Yifei was overjoyed and increased the intensity of the transmission. The Five Elements Magic Power, wrapped in the power of the curse, passed through the tip of her tongue and seeped into Thirteen Niang's withered meridians.

He was an expert in dual cultivation, but this was the first time he had ever practiced this method. It was like watering a completely withered tree.

Three breaths passed.

Thirteen's lips moved.

That was the first movement she made since she became an old woman. Her lips parted slightly, like a drowning person instinctively trying to breathe.

Five breaths passed.

Shen Yifei felt her chapped lips begin to moisten little by little. He could even feel her tongue move slightly, a very light movement, like a tentative probe, or perhaps a response.

Ten breaths.

Her skin began to change.

First, the dry cheeks, those deep and shallow furrows were gradually smoothed out, and the wrinkles faded away layer by layer.

From her cheeks to her chin, from her chin to her neck, it was like a flower blooming anew in his arms.

Liu Mengli stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, craning her neck to look inside, and pouted, "Well, I've made another one."

She glanced at Su Huan. "One is a profit, two is a profit, you little slut, you'd better hurry up!"

As Su Huan observed the changes in Thirteen Sister, a different look gradually appeared in his eyes.

A few more breaths passed.

The Thirteenth Sister in Shen Yifei's arms had changed drastically.

Her whole body was like ink spreading on rice paper, inch by inch.

Her slender figure became fuller again, and the dark green dress was once again stretched out.

The whole person is like an ancient painting that has been soaked in water, the colors have returned, and the spirit has returned.

Then, Thirteen Sister opened her eyes.

Shen Yifei opened his mouth, "Thirteenth Sister, you're back..."

"No, I'm not back yet..."

After saying that, Thirteen years later, he hugged Shen Yifei tightly and never let go.

The two of them were pressed tightly together!