I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

After returning to his cave, Li Hanshan carefully put away the Breakthrough Pill.

His true cultivation level is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so this breakthrough pill is useless to him.

Moreover, what Li Hanshan needs most right now is not elixirs, but time. Time allows him to condense his spiritual power, enhance his divine soul, and make thorough preparations for forming his divine infant.

Blood Slave remained seated in the corner of the stone bed, eyes closed, meditating.

Two years have passed, and her injuries have mostly healed, and her cultivation has returned to the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.

Her complexion had improved considerably; a sliver of color returned to her pale face, and her bloodshot eyes were no longer filled with hatred, but rather with indifference and numbness.

Li Hanshan pulled her over, and the Yang Ce Gong technique quietly began to operate.

Since Blood Slave's injuries improved, he would cultivate with her almost every few days, absorbing the essence of her nascent soul to refine his golden core.

The blood slave's cooperation level is increasing, not because she has resigned herself to her fate, but because she has discovered that this is also beneficial to her.

His pure yang energy had a miraculous effect on her injuries. After each dual cultivation session, the hidden injuries in her body would improve by a little, and her cultivation would become more stable.

"Let's begin." The Blood Slave opened his eyes, gave him a cold look, and then closed them again.

Without a word, Li Hanshan reached out and unbuttoned her clothes. The blood slave's body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed. Two years had passed, and she had grown accustomed to this kind of life. Although humiliating, it was better than being drained dry.

The Yang Ce technique was activated at full power. Pure Yang energy surged from Li Hanshan's body and flowed into the Blood Slave's body, colliding fiercely with her Blood Fiend energy.

The nascent soul's essence surged from the blood slave's body like a rushing river, flowing into his dantian. Under the impact of this energy, the immortal-grade golden core spun wildly, its purple-gold light shining brightly, and the patterns on its surface flowed endlessly as if alive.

This time, Li Hanshan sensed something different.

The Yang pattern on his abdomen was burning hot, more intense than ever before. A thought struck him, and he sent a wisp of his divine sense into the space of the Yang pattern.

The golden mist in the space was several times thicker than it had been two years ago. The mist surged and condensed in the space, slowly swirling around the flowers to form a tiny vortex. The number of flowers had not increased, but the petals of each flower were fuller and more vibrant than before, and the golden dewdrops on the petals were also much larger.

One of the flowers caught his attention.

That flower belongs to the Blood Slave.

Perhaps because the Blood Slave was a Nascent Soul cultivator, whose cultivation far surpassed Li Hanshan's, the petals on her Yin Pattern bloomed particularly slowly.

Two years ago, the Blood Slave's shadow patterns had just taken shape, the petals tightly closed, not even the first one had opened. But now, that flower has already opened three petals.

Three petals.

Li Hanshan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Three petals blooming can sever a slave's life.

He looked at the Blood Slave, a thought flashing through his mind. The three petals of the flower in the Yang Pattern Space trembled simultaneously.

The blood slave's body stiffened abruptly, her face turning deathly pale. She lowered her head, clutching her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with horror.

"What...what did you do?" Her voice was trembling.

Li Hanshan didn't answer, he just looked into her eyes.

Blood Slave could feel an invisible force rising from her lower abdomen, clamping down on her life like an iron clamp. If Li Hanshan made another thought, her heart would stop beating, and her life would come to an abrupt end.

This feeling was more terrifying than any restriction. Restrictions could be broken, seals could be breached, but this was a power that directly strangled her life force, intertwined with her very life essence, impossible to separate.

"This is..." The Blood Slave's voice was hoarse, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into fear.

"Your life or death is now in my hands."

The blood slave fell silent.

She stared at Li Hanshan for a long time, and the fear in her eyes gradually turned into despair.

She cultivated for hundreds of years, rising from a mortal to the Nascent Soul stage, experiencing countless life-and-death situations, never imagining that one day she would fall to such a state.

Being used as a furnace for others is humiliating enough, but now her life and death are in their hands. What dignity does she have left?

But she didn't cry, nor did she beg for mercy. She simply closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them to look at Li Hanshan.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was calm, calmer than someone who had just lost her freedom.

Li Hanshan looked at her and nodded slightly in his heart.

This woman was more rational than he had imagined. She didn't cry, make a scene, or beg for mercy, because she knew it was useless. She chose to accept reality and then, based on that reality, strive for the best possible outcome.

As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This mental fortitude is unmatched by ordinary people.

"I said I would set you free in a hundred years," Li Hanshan said calmly. "That statement still stands."

The Blood Slave stared at him for a moment, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words. Finally, she nodded and said nothing more.

Li Hanshan withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and continued to circulate the Yang Ce Gongfa.

This time, his feelings were completely different.

The flower has three petals, enough to sever a slave's life force. The Blood Slave was in the early Nascent Soul stage; the fact that three petals could control her life and death indicated that the Yang Codex technique was far superior to his expectations. It should be understood that Nascent Soul cultivators possess extremely strong vitality; even if placed under a restriction, they could potentially break free. However, the power of the Yang Codex was not a restriction, but a higher-level power of rules, intertwined with the very essence of life, making it impossible to escape.

This meant that from now on, he could use the Blood Slave as a Nascent Soul furnace without worry. He no longer needed to worry about her breaking free of the restrictions and escaping, nor did he need to worry about her fighting to the death, because her life and death were in his hands.

More importantly, it gave him hope.

If the sect leader were to harm him, as long as he wasn't completely drained of his power, he could use the Yang Book Technique to control the sect leader.

Just like playing with flowers and shadows.

By then, the sect leader will no longer be a threat.

But the thought only flashed through his mind before he suppressed it. The sect leader wasn't a blood slave; she was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, had lived for hundreds of years, and possessed a deep and ruthless mind. How easy was it to plant Yin marks on her? The slightest mistake could lead to utter destruction.

Li Hanshan suppressed these thoughts and focused all his attention on cultivation.

After the dual cultivation ended, Blood Slave silently put on her robes, sat back in the corner of the stone bed, and closed her eyes to regulate her breathing. Her face was even paler than before, and her aura was somewhat weak. The two years of dual cultivation had caused Li Hanshan to absorb a significant amount of her nascent soul essence. Although it had not damaged her foundation, her cultivation growth had obviously slowed down.

Li Hanshan glanced at her, took out a few Qi Condensation Pills from his storage bag, and placed them beside her.

"Eat it, and you'll recover."

The Blood Slave opened her eyes, looked at the pills, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She did not refuse, picked up the pills, and swallowed them.