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

When Shen Yifei opened his eyes, the torches in the stone chamber had gone out, leaving only a luminous pearl on the wall emitting a faint green light.

Yin Wuxie was lying next to him; she was still asleep.

A cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was tormented into a deep sleep by a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

Shen Yifei sat up and looked down at his body. His chest was covered in scratches, and there was a deep bite mark on his shoulder that had broken the skin and scabbed over.

"You're a dog," he cursed, taking out a bottle of ointment from his ring and applying it to the wound.

The ointment felt cool, but when applied to the scratches, it stung painfully.

Last night, Yin Wuxie went crazy, scratching and biting while cursing. One minute she was cursing him for "insubordination," the next she was cursing him for "not knowing his own mortality." Eventually, the cursing turned into whimpering, and then she couldn't say anything at all, only able to gasp for breath.

After applying the ointment, Shen Yifei turned and glanced at Yin Wuxie.

She looks completely different when she's asleep compared to when she's awake. When she's awake, her blood-red eyes are like two knives, as if she wants to cut a piece of flesh out of anyone she looks at. When she's asleep, her eyebrows relax, and the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, giving her a somewhat docile appearance.

Of course, it's fake.

After waking up, this woman was still the same Blood Soul Cult leader who didn't even blink an eye when using living people to make pills.

Shen Yifei reached out and probed her dantian.

His spiritual energy was abundant, and his soul was stable. The effects of the dual cultivation last night were even better than he had expected.

Yin Wuxie's soul has been repaired by about 60%, and her spiritual energy has recovered to about 70%. In her current state, she is more than capable of suppressing the Grand Elder.

However, her cultivation level has been stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for many years, and she has been unable to break through to the Divine Transformation stage.

The Blood Soul Sect's cultivation methods emphasize a pure Yin body, which is why she has maintained her virginity for over three hundred years. But last night he broke her, and now her pure Yin body is gone, doubling the difficulty of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"What a huge loss," Shen Yifei muttered to himself.

"What do you mean by 'huge loss'?"

Yin Wuxie opened his eyes at some point, his blood-red eyes staring at him.

"You say I suffered a huge loss?" Shen Yifei said without changing his expression. "Last night I was so busy serving the sect leader that I didn't get any benefits for myself. My cultivation level is still at the Foundation Establishment stage, it hasn't increased at all."

Yin Wuxie propped herself up on her elbows, her long, blood-red hair slipping down her shoulders and obscuring half her face. She looked down at herself and frowned slightly.

His chest was covered in red marks, as were his neck, and there were two handprints on his waist.

"You're ruthless." She reached out and touched the red mark on her neck. After circulating some spiritual energy on her skin, the red mark faded by more than half.

"The cult leader isn't bad either." Shen Yifei pointed to the scratches on his chest, "I almost scratched myself into a streaky pork."

Yin Wuxie glanced at the scratches on his chest, her lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh but held it back.

She got off the stone bed, walked barefoot to the clothes rack in the corner of the stone chamber, and took down a brand new blood-red robe to put on.

Shen Yifei sat on the stone bed, watching her fasten her belt, tie her hair, and straighten her clothes. Her movements were swift and efficient, a stark contrast to her appearance the night before.

"What are you looking at?" Yin Wuxie turned around.

"Looking at the leader dressed is more appealing than when he's naked," Shen Yifei said honestly.

Yin Wuxie walked over, reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head. Her fingers were icy cold, and her grip was firm, making Shen Yifei's chin ache.

"Shen Yifei, if you dare to utter a single word about what happened last night, I'll cut out your tongue and turn it into a communication talisman so you can't speak even when you're dead."

"Don't worry, Master, I'm very tight-lipped." Shen Yifei grinned. "But Master, that mark on your neck hasn't completely faded."

Yin Wuxie paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his neck, whereupon the spiritual energy circulated once more.

"Is there anything else?"

"That's all."

Yin Wuxie released his jaw and turned to walk towards the door.

"Ah Qi".

Ah Qi's voice came from outside the door: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Pass down the order: all elders shall assemble in the council hall at noon today. Anyone who fails to appear will be punished as an apostate."

"Yes."

Ah Qi's footsteps faded into the distance.

Yin Wuxie turned around, her blood-red eyes fixed on Shen Yifei: "You're going too."

"What am I supposed to do there? I'm not an elder."

"You're a guest elder." Yin Wuxie walked up to him, straightened his collar, and said, "You were just appointed last night, have you forgotten?"

Shen Yifei had indeed forgotten. Yesterday, in front of more than three hundred people in the main hall, Yin Wuxie appointed him as a guest elder. He thought it was just a temporary measure, but he didn't expect her to be serious.

"Master, is it inappropriate for someone like me, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, to sit among a group of Golden Core elders?"

"Inappropriate?" Yin Wuxie sneered. "Why didn't you feel inappropriate when you were riding on top of me last night?"

Shen Yifei was speechless.

This woman speaks without any beating around the bush.

Yin Wuxie adopted the demeanor of a cult leader in the council hall.

She sat on the stone chair in the center, her blood-red robe trailing to the ground, her hands resting on the armrests, fingers interlaced. Her blood-red eyes swept over the two rows of elders below, her face expressionless.

The twelve elders sat on either side. The six on the left were headed by the Second Elder, and the six on the right were headed by the First Elder. The First Elder sat in the first seat on the right, his beard and hair were all white, and his eyes were closed, as if he were resting.

Shen Yifei sat at the very back, next to the door, so he could easily make a run for it.

Aqi stood behind Yin Wuxie, his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the faces of the twelve elders.

"I've called you here today for only one thing," Yin Wuxie said bluntly. "I've decided to pass on the Blood Soul Sect's supreme cultivation technique, the Blood Demon Great Art, to Shen Yifei."

The council chamber fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded.

The Second Elder abruptly stood up: "Master! The Blood Demon Technique is a closely guarded secret of our sect, traditionally only practiced by the current Master and his successor. Shen Yifei is an outsider, having joined less than a month ago. What right does he have?"

"As I wish." Yin Wuxie's tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

The Grand Elder opened his eyes.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Master, I have no objection to your decision to have Shen Yifei cultivate the Blood Demon Great Art. However, according to the sect rules, one must pass the Blood Soul Trial before cultivating the Blood Demon Great Art. This is a rule set by our ancestors, and no sect leader has ever broken it."

The Blood Soul Trial is the most brutal initiation ceremony of the Blood Soul Cult, in which the test subjects are locked in the Blood Soul Cave for three days and three nights.

The Blood Soul Cave is sealed with the souls of great demons slain by successive sect leaders. Nine out of ten people who go in come out insane, and one of them dies inside.

Shen Yifei, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, would be committing suicide by entering the Blood Soul Cave. If she dared not let Shen Yifei in, it would mean she was biased towards him, rendering the sect's rules meaningless. If she let Shen Yifei in and he died inside, she would lose an ally.

"The Grand Elder is right, the rules of the sect cannot be abolished." Yin Wuxie turned to look at Shen Yifei, who was sitting at the end of the table. "Shen Yifei, do you dare to enter the Blood Soul Cave?"

Shen Yifei stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I dare."

The elder's brow twitched slightly.

He didn't expect this kid to actually accept the challenge.

"Very well." The Grand Elder stood up. "In that case, the Blood Soul Cave will be opened at noon tomorrow. All the elders present will witness this."

The elders left one after another, leaving only Yin Wuxie and Shen Yifei in the council hall.