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

After saying this, Su Wuwang left with Elder Gu, Qin Wan, and Sun Yiran.

Before leaving, Qin Wan glanced back at him, her eyes seeming to want to say something, but in the end she said nothing, only smiled at him, a smile tinged with bitterness.

Shen Yifei stood at the courtyard gate, watching the figures of the group disappear at the end of the bamboo path, feeling a mix of emotions.

Su Wuwang's words, "Work hard and don't embarrass the Hehuan Sect," sounded like encouragement, but he always felt there was a hidden meaning in them. What did "don't embarrass the Hehuan Sect" mean? Did it mean he shouldn't back down in front of the Qingyun Sect, or that he shouldn't embarrass the Hehuan Sect in front of Luo Qinghe?

"Little guy, your sect leader has quite the ambition." Liu Mengli came out of the cauldron and took out a spiritual fruit from somewhere and started eating it.

"How so?"

"Her eyes lit up for a second when she smelled the medicinal scent on you. Just for a second, but I saw it." Liu Mengli's green eyes narrowed. "If she were twenty years younger, Luo Qinghe probably wouldn't stand a chance."

Shen Yifei glared at her: "Stop talking nonsense. That's the sect leader, a powerful figure in the Nascent Soul stage. Would he even look at a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like me?"

"Foundation Establishment?" Liu Mengli scoffed. "You're currently at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, just one step away from the Golden Core stage. A Golden Core cultivator under twenty years old is a genius anywhere."

Shen Yifei didn't reply, turning and going inside. Tomorrow was the wedding day, and Xie Liaochen had sent over a set of bright red wedding robes, hanging on a hanger, embroidered with gold dragons and phoenixes, looking very luxurious. He reached out and touched the fabric; it was smooth and silky, made of top-quality spirit silkworm silk.

"Give it a try." Liu Mengli followed him in and reached out to pull off his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yifei dodged backward.

"I'm helping you try on clothes. You're the groom tomorrow, you can't dress like a beggar." Liu Mengli said matter-of-factly, "Besides, what part of your body haven't I seen? What's there to be shy about?"

Liu Mengli quickly stripped off his outer robe and pulled the wedding robe onto his body. The wedding robe fit him perfectly, as if it were tailor-made, with the cuffs and collar fitting just right.

"Hmm, not bad. Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. You do look somewhat presentable in this outfit." Liu Mengli took two steps back, looked him up and down, and smiled.

"Did I not look human before?" Shen Yifei looked down at himself, his face flushed red, like a big red envelope.

Liu Mengli came over and straightened his collar, brushing her fingers against his neck. "Wearing this, you look like a groom. It's a pity the bride won't sleep with you; you're having a miserable time as a groom."

Shen Yifei didn't respond. Luo Qinghe said that after marriage, they would not share a room and would each sleep in their own room.

They were husband and wife in name only. She wanted the medicinal scent on him to stabilize her cultivation, while he wanted her protection to establish himself in the Qingyun Sect. Each got what they needed, and neither owed the other anything.

"What's there to be upset about? It's not like I haven't slept with her before." He took off his wedding robe and hung it back on the hanger.

"We've slept together, but it wouldn't sound good to be alone on our wedding night." Liu Mengli sat down beside his bed. "How about... I keep you company on our wedding night?"

Shen Yifei glanced at her. Liu Mengli was wearing a light red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the neckline slightly open. Her green eyes were watery, and a half-smile played on her lips; she exuded a bewitching charm.

"You? You are a demon, I am a human, humans and demons are different."

"What do you mean by 'different paths'? When you were eating my flesh in the secret realm, why didn't you say humans and demons are different paths?" Liu Mengli stood up, walked up to him, and poked his chest. "You even ate my flesh, are you afraid to sleep with me?"

Shen Yifei felt a tickle in his chest from her poking and took a step back: "Stop messing around."

"I'm not kidding." Liu Mengli stopped laughing, her green eyes looking at him seriously. "Little guy, I'm being serious. You are my master, my life is in your hands. I can't escape you in this lifetime. If those women take you away one by one, I want a share too."

Shen Yifei was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that Liu Mengli would have such feelings for him. After this female demon came out of the cauldron, she had been joking and carefree. He thought she was heartless.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm serious." Liu Mengli nodded. "You've married Luo Qinghe, so you can't touch her. Qin Wan, Sun Yiran, and Liu'er are all in the Hehuan Sect, and you only go back once every six months. As for those female cultivators like Zhou Yuntong, Luo Qinghe won't let you touch them. In the six months you've been in the Qingyun Sect, you haven't even had anyone to warm your bed. If I don't keep you company, who will?"

Shen Yifei thought about it and felt that what she said made some sense. But something still felt off. Liu Mengli was a nightmare demon who could enter dreams and drain people dry in them. What if she had bad intentions and drained him dry in his dream if he slept with her?

"Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" Liu Mengli saw through his thoughts and sighed. "Little guy, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already. I could have sneaked into your dreams while you were sleeping. But I didn't. Do you know why?"

Why?

"Because you, although you can be a jerk sometimes, are still pretty good to me."

Hearing her say that, Shen Yifei's heart softened. The demoness spoke so pitifully, as if he owed her something.

"Alright, you'll stay with me on our wedding night. But on one condition: you're not allowed to do anything in my dreams."

"I promise." Liu Mengli raised her head, her face regaining its playful smile. "But little one, I have to remind you, our Nightmare Clan is far more skilled in bed than you humans. The techniques your senior sisters taught you are child's play in our eyes. Don't beg for mercy later."

Shen Yifei chuckled: "Beg for mercy? We'll see who begs for mercy then!"

"Then let's give it a try." Liu Mengli winked at him, then turned and went back into the cauldron.

Shen Yifei stood in the room, his heart pounding with anxiety. He wasn't sure how much of what this female demon had said today was true and how much was false. But one thing was certain: she was truly fearless.

Anyone who dares to say such things in front of their contract holder is either mentally unstable or truly reckless.

Tomorrow is the wedding, and he doesn't know anything about Xie Chen's arrangements. He only knows one thing...

Starting tomorrow, his status in the Qingyun Sect will be different.

The husband of the Holy Maiden of the Qingyun Sect, and the son-in-law of the Sect Master!

These two words sound nice, but upon closer inspection, they're not much different from marrying into another family.

Xie Liaochen simply left him a fig leaf and didn't make him change his surname.

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Mengli's voice drifted out from the cauldron, languid and lazy.

"Think about tomorrow."

"What's there to think about tomorrow? Just put on your wedding robes, pay respects to heaven and earth, then go to the bridal chamber, and after that, everyone sleeps separately. The whole process has been arranged for you; just follow it."

"Go to sleep." Shen Yifei pulled the blanket over his head.

"Sleep? What are you talking about? You're getting married tomorrow, tonight's your last night single. Don't you want to do something?"

"In no mood."

"You're just saying that." Liu Mengli snorted and fell silent.

Shen Yifei closed his eyes, but his mind was a complete mess. The faces of Luo Qinghe, Qin Wan, Sun Yiran, and Liu'er flashed before his eyes one after another.

Some of these women were genuinely good to him, some were just looking out for something, and some he still couldn't figure out what they wanted from him.

But in any case, after tomorrow, he will no longer be alone.

He sighed, turned over, and forced himself not to think about these messy things.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in his hazy state, he felt someone climb onto the bed.

Shen Yifei felt a warm body press against him, and through the thin nightgown, he could feel her body temperature. Her hands wrapped around his waist, her face buried in the back of his neck, and her breath tickled his skin.

"Didn't you go back to Dingli?"

"I'm out again." Liu Mengli's voice was muffled. "It's too quiet in the cauldron, I can't sleep."

"You're a demon, why would you be afraid of being alone?"

"So what if he's a demon? Demons are living beings too, they have emotions and desires too." Liu Mengli rubbed her hand against his waist. "Little guy, you're so warm."

She whispered in Shen Yifei's ear, "We Nightmare Clan are best at entering dreams. But you might not know, we also have another skill..."

"What skills do you have?"

"Dream weaving".