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

Yin Wuxie clutched his chest, his blood-red eyes fixed on Shen Yifei, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Who...who are you?" Her voice trembled.

Shen Yifei was bent over, clutching his stomach, his face flushed red. The sharp pain he had just experienced had almost made him faint, but compared to the blow Yin Wuxie had taken, he had gotten a great deal out of it.

The Blood Furnace was swallowed by the Cauldron of All Things.

The bronze furnace, three zhang tall, forged from the blood and flesh of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people, and Yin Wuxie's lifeblood, were swallowed whole by the Cauldron of All Things, leaving not even a trace.

The hall fell silent; the skull's screams ceased, leaving only the torches on the walls still burning, crackling softly.

Shen Yifei straightened up, still clutching the Cauldron of All Things in his hand. The cauldron was slightly warm, and the monster's mouth was closed, its eyes half-closed, as if it had just had a hearty meal, with a satisfied expression.

"Master, as I told you, your furnace was disobedient, so I'll discipline it for you." He put the Myriad Things Cauldron into his storage ring. "Now it's disciplined, so you don't need to thank me."

Yin Wuxie trembled with anger. She raised her hand to slap him again, but her hand went limp as soon as she raised it. She leaned against the door frame, her face pale, as if all her bones had been removed.

The Blood Furnace was bound to her soul. When the furnace was devoured, her soul was severely damaged. She still possessed the cultivation of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, but she wouldn't be able to fight for a while.

"You destroyed my Blood Furnace." Yin Wuxie gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly, "I will refine you into a Blood Pill."

"Master, you're mistaken about that." Shen Yifei walked up to her, squatted down, and pinched her chin. "In your current state, what are you going to use to train me? Your mouth?"

Yin Wuxie tried to break free, but she couldn't muster any strength. Her blood-red eyes glared at Shen Yifei, filled with rage, but beneath that rage lurked a trace of fear.

This Foundation Establishment stage kid has forced her, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, to this point; she can't help but be afraid.

Shen Yifei stared into her eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Master, haven't you always wanted to know how I refine pills? Today I'll show you."

He took out the Cauldron of All Things from his ring and placed it on the ground. The monster on the cauldron opened its eyes, its mouth slightly open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

"What...what are you going to do?" Yin Wuxie tried to back away, but there was a door frame behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"Alchemy." Shen Yifei placed a hand on her shoulder. "Didn't you want to use me to refine blood pills? Coincidentally, I can also refine blood pills. However, my method is a little different from yours."

"Your cauldron can resurrect people?"

"Yes, I can." Shen Yifei said without changing his expression. "I've refined several already, and the results have been quite good."

Yin Wuxie's face turned completely pale.

She has lived for over three hundred years, and she has always been the one using others to refine pills. She never imagined that one day she would become the material for refining pills.

"How dare you!" she hissed. "I am the leader of the Blood Soul Sect, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator! If you dare use me for alchemy, the three hundred disciples of the Blood Soul Sect will not let you off!"

"Master, you're wrong about that again." Shen Yifei patted her face. "You've already been refined by me, how dare your three hundred disciples come looking for me? They'd love for you to die so they can become the master themselves."

Yin Wuxie opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The monster stared intently at Yin Wuxie, making gurgling sounds.

Shen Yifei channeled his spiritual energy into the Myriad Things Cauldron, and the monster opened its mouth, spewing out a plume of green smoke that enveloped Yin Wuxie.

Yin Wuxie struggled for a moment, but his soul was injured and his spiritual energy was disordered, so he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Her body began to shrink as soon as it came into contact with the green smoke, and in the blink of an eye it shrank to the size of a fist. She was then swept up by the green smoke and fell into the cauldron.

Shen Yifei closed his eyes and probed his consciousness into the cauldron.

The space inside the cauldron was still that hazy, empty void. Liu Mengli floated in mid-air, her green eyes wide open, staring at what was in front of her.

Yin Wuxie was bound in mid-air by a black chain, his hands and feet tightly bound, unable to move.

Her body returned to its normal size, but her blood-red robe may have been torn apart by the monster's teeth, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

"Shen Yifei! Let me out!" Yin Wuxie shouted hoarsely. She thought of the cultivators she had refined into blood pills. The thought that she would soon be like them made her last line of defense collapse completely.

Shen Yifei ignored her and turned to ask Liu Mengli, "Where's the Blood Furnace?"

Liu Mengli pointed to the depths of the void.

Shen Yifei looked in the direction she was pointing, and there, in the hazy void, was the Blood Furnace floating.

"How do I refine this thing?"

Liu Mengli floated over and tapped on the stove, making a "clanging" sound.

"The Blood Furnace is forged from the blood and flesh of living people, and the souls of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people are sealed inside. If you want to refine it, you have to devour all those souls."

Shen Yifei turned around and glanced at Yin Wuxie, who was bound in the void.

She was staring at him with bloodshot eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line, her face full of resentment.

"Shen Yifei, you dare to refine the Blood Furnace, I swear, one day I will make you wish you were dead."

Shen Yifei walked up to her, squatted down, and reached out to pinch her chin.

"Master, you're tied up here and can't even move. What can you do to make me suffer a fate worse than death?"

Yin Wuxie tried to turn his head and break free, but he held on tightly and she couldn't get away.

"You'd better kill me now. Otherwise, when I get out, you'll be the first one I kill."

"Kill you? Sect Leader, you're overthinking it. You're at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; it would be such a waste to kill you. Refining you into a weapon spirit would be far more useful than killing you."

Yin Wuxie's face turned pale instantly.

A spirit within an object! That's worse than death. When you die, you lose everything, but a spirit within an object is locked away for eternity, at the mercy of humans, with no chance of release.

"You dare!"

"What wouldn't I dare to do?" Shen Yifei leaned close to her ear, "When you were using living people to refine pills, did you ever think you'd end up like this?"

Yin Wuxie trembled all over and couldn't speak.

Shen Yifei straightened up, and with a wave of his hand, the Blood Furnace obediently landed in the center of the Cauldron of All Things!

He summoned flames beneath the blood furnace, and as soon as the furnace came into contact with the flames, all the skulls on its surface opened their eyes.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine mouths opened simultaneously, emitting piercing screams.

With a wave of her hand, Liu Mengli isolated herself from Shen Yifei, and only Yin Wuxie could hear the screams of those wronged souls!

Yin Wuxie was bound by chains in the void, unable to dodge or escape.

Those screams pierced her mind like awls; each sound represented a life, and each life represented a painful memory!

The memory of being thrown into a blood furnace and being forcibly refined alive.

She began to scream.

A cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage possesses a stable soul, making her impervious to ordinary attacks. However, this is the resentment of 9,999 people, the sins she herself committed, which she is now repaying in full.

"Shen Yifei! You killed me! You killed me!" Her voice had already changed.

"Master, it's only just begun, and you can't even take it anymore?"

"You...you'll die a horrible death..."

"Master, your furnace has refined 9,999 people. Today, I'll help you round it up to 10,000."

"What do you mean?" Yin Wuxie's voice trembled.

"It means we'll refine you in too." Shen Yifei said without turning his head. "Ten thousand people's blood, flesh, and souls, to make a round number, it's auspicious."