【Spirit-Transformation-realm Crimson-Eyed Mysterious Phoenix slain — total lifespan 123,000 years, 33,000 years remaining — fully absorbed】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 256,000 years】

Shen Yi packed the whole of the Crimson-Eyed Mysterious Phoenix's corpse into his storage treasures.

He glanced at Nie Jun coming down ahead of him. The man's Nanyang dharma-robe was in tatters, but his wounds had closed by thirty or forty percent, and there was nothing seriously wrong.

Then he looked toward a certain point in the sky.

Shen Yi drew his gaze back and inclined his chin. "Go and heal first."

"……"

Nie Jun had meant to explain something. In a crisis like that, after all, he had inexplicably gone missing.

He had not expected the man to show no intention of asking.

He hesitated a moment, stepped aside to let him pass, and sighed faintly inside.

This was probably the greatest difference between Shen Yi and his master.

The man had never thought of controlling anyone in order to have things done for him. It was more like leaving matters to chance — come if you will, and if you will not, no one presses you — with most of his hope resting on himself.

And he could not be bothered to pick over other people's affairs.

Had the positions been reversed today, with his master standing below and himself carried off by Shen Yi—

His master would certainly have grown suspicious, and would not have rested until every single word Shen Yi had said was reported back to her.

Under everyone's eyes.

Shen Yi took out that pill furnace of his, so caked with pulped flesh that its original colour could not be made out, and walked briskly into the First Court.

He had a proper piece of fire-natured bird-demon blood essence at last.

All those days and nights of alchemy had paid off. Setting aside that heap of substandard Heavenly Phoenix Pills, Shen Yi at least understood this recipe inside out now.

The cost, of course, was that some of the usable heaven-and-earth treasures from the Fourth Den had gone to waste.

No matter. So…