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

Yin Lingyue slumped at the edge of the dark red array wall, her gray robe stained with dust and blood, and several small wounds on her pale face. Her dark purple eyes were filled with exhaustion and resentment, and even her breathing was rapid with the exhaustion of her strength.

Li Hanshan sheathed his broken sword, knelt down, and placed over a dozen restrictions within her body. These restrictions were ancient techniques taught to him by Luo Li, specifically designed to seal the flow of a cultivator's spiritual energy. Yin Lingyue's dantian was sealed tightly, preventing her from mobilizing even a trace of spiritual energy.

Of course, she is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and once she recovers, it is still possible for her to break free.

However, Li Hanshan will not allow her to recover.

"You..." Yin Lingyue bit her lip, her dark purple eyes fixed on him, "What do you want?"

Li Hanshan did not answer immediately. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the Nascent Soul female cultivator he had captured alive.

To be honest, he was somewhat surprised himself. At first, he only planned to cover the rear, let Xiao An break through smoothly, and then fight or retreat as needed. He never thought he could actually keep her here.

But now, she was indeed sitting at his feet, her spiritual power sealed, unable to even stand up. Capturing a Nascent Soul cultivator alive was a real trophy. The value of a Nascent Soul cultivator far exceeded that of a Core Formation cultivator; her storage bag alone was enough to make him a fortune, not to mention her body itself.

"I never expected to capture a Nascent Soul cultivator alive." He spoke, his tone tinged with emotion, as if talking to himself, "Granny Yin, when you were chasing me, did you ever imagine you'd end up like this?"

Yin Lingyue turned her head away and remained silent. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, obscuring half of her face, but Li Hanshan could see that her clenched fists were trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but rather a suppressed rage born from utter defeat.

"You want to beg for mercy?" He crouched down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to turn her head to meet his gaze. His face was reflected in her dark purple eyes, carrying a humiliation she tried so hard to suppress but which still betrayed her. Yin Lingyue gritted her teeth, remaining silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a hoarse sentence: "What do you want? Spirit stones? Cultivation techniques? I can give you anything..."

Li Hanshan shook his head, released her chin, and stood up. He looked down at her, a playful smile appearing on his lips: "Grandma Yin, I still prefer your unruly self. Begging for mercy? That's too boring."

Yin Lingyue's expression changed slightly. She stared at him, a complex light flashing in her dark purple eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Li Hanshan stopped looking at her and turned to walk towards the silver corpse. Under Xiao An's soul power suppression, the dark red light on the silver corpse had completely extinguished, with only occasional flickering blue light spots proving that it was still under Xiao An's control. He raised his hand and pressed it against the core of the silver corpse's runes, and pure yang fire transformed into golden threads as thin as hair, probing into it and tracing the runes' patterns. He corrected the misaligned patterns caused by the bloodthirsty energy, returning them to their original positions one by one, and reinforcing the soul power imprint left by Xiao An once again.

After finishing all this, he dusted off his hands and turned to Xiao An: "How are you?"

Xiao An's soul was much more solid than when she broke through. Although her aura was still somewhat unstable, clearly indicating that she needed time to stabilize after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, her spirit was good. She nodded to him: "Senior, don't worry, I'm fine. I just need some time to digest it."

"Then let's rest first." Li Hanshan took out some spirit stones from his storage ring and handed them to her. "Take these and refine them slowly."

Although the spirits primarily absorb yin energy, they still need spirit stones.

Xiao An took the spirit stone, transformed into a streak of black light, and disappeared back into the soul banner, leaving no trace. After doing all this, he turned back to Yin Lingyue.

Yin Lingyue leaned against the edge of the array wall, panting slightly from exhaustion. Her long, black hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and the collar of her gray robe was torn open by half an inch, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone. She sensed his gaze returning to her, and her body tensed involuntarily.

Li Hanshan approached her, knelt down in front of her, and reached out to brush away the stray strands of hair from her forehead. Yin Lingyue's body stiffened abruptly. She tried to retreat, but was blocked by the array barrier behind her, with nowhere to go. Her gaze was fixed on him, her dark purple eyes holding a desperately maintained calm, but beneath that calm surged an uncontrollable rage and shame.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice was hoarse, yet still carried a stubborn coldness.

Li Hanshan did not answer. He looked at her face, which had been concealed by disguise for hundreds of years—exquisite features, fair skin like jade, and even in her disheveled state, she still exuded an aura of haughtiness that was impossible to look away from. He reached out and pinched the edge of her collar, peeling the fabric of her gray robe off her shoulders.

Yin Lingyue's body tensed abruptly. She tried to struggle, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm. Her spiritual power was completely sealed, and she was covered in wounds. All she could do was stare intently at the old man in front of her, her dark purple eyes surging with barely contained anger and humiliation.

"I am a member of the Hehuan Sect, so don't expect me to show mercy." Li Hanshan's voice was calm. He didn't say anything more, but directly showed his intentions through his actions. As someone from the Hehuan Sect, doing this kind of thing was second nature to him.

The rustling sound of fabric slipping off was exceptionally clear within the quiet array walls. Yin Lingyue looked up at the dark red runes flowing on the array walls, her dark purple eyes empty of tears, just staring blankly.

She had expected to be directly drained of her spiritual energy and was prepared to fight to the death. But he didn't rush to absorb her spiritual power, nor did he treat her as a disposable item. He simply pressed her against the edge of the array wall, and pure yang energy slowly flowed into her meridians along the point where their bodies met. That energy was gentle yet firm, without any intention of plundering, but merely tentatively searching for something.

Yin Lingyue sensed the pure Yang energy flowing into her body in a daze, and was about to push it away when, in the next moment, her body tensed up abruptly. A strange power rose from her lower abdomen, spreading along her meridians towards her dantian, like a seed that had not yet sprouted being planted. She instinctively tried to resist, but was gently repelled by that power, unable even to touch it. Her expression finally changed completely: "What did you put inside me?"

Li Hanshan did not answer. He bent down and tore her clothes open completely, then pressed her down.

A tear slid down Yin Lingyue's cheek.

Li Hanshan showed no pity whatsoever.

Yin Lingyue is a powerful demon from a demonic sect. Countless people have died at her hands. She has only had her body taken over by him.

This was her first time experiencing this.

Li Hanshan was very pleased.

The pure yang energy circulated within her body again and again, repeatedly catalyzing and nourishing the seed in the spiritual energy cycle, allowing it to take root deep within her dantian at a slow but steady pace.

Yin Lingyue struggled several times, but he pressed her back down more forcefully each time. In the end, she gritted her teeth, turned her head away, and refused to look at him anymore, letting Li Hanshan do as he pleased.

However, those dark purple eyes were filled with a mixture of humiliation and resentment.

That night, the dark red light on the array wall flickered uncertainly in their shadows.

Yin Lingyue blushed, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and suppressed all her voice deep in her throat.