Primordial Yin Fire

Nine Netherworld looked at Xiao Yi Xian and Ya Fei. "Master's wives, let's head into the relic first and refine the Fallen Origin Pills!"

Hearing Nine Netherworld's form of address, Xiao Yi Xian and Ya Fei were both slightly taken aback. Nine Netherworld promptly explained, "I've acknowledged Xiao Yu as my master. Since he is my master, the two of you are naturally my master's wives!"

"So that's how it is." As Xiao Yi Xian spoke, the expression on her pretty face became even gentler.

Ya Fei, standing nearby, gave a charming laugh. "Nine Netherworld, let me tell you something first. Your master has more than just the two of us as wives. You'll find out how many master's wives you have later."

Hearing Ya Fei's words, Nine Netherworld was stunned at first, then her curiosity was immediately piqued. She stepped forward, hugged Ya Fei's arm, and coquettishly said, "Mistress Ya Fei, then tell me first—just how many wives does Master have?"

Ya Fei chuckled. "Let it remain a mystery. You'll find out just how fickle your master is later!"

"Alright, alright, it's time to refine the Fallen Origin Pills!" Ya Fei took Nine Netherworld's little hand and darted toward the other end of the valley.

At the other end, Xiao Yan continued flying deeper into the valley. Chilling winds formed wind blades that swept across the land. Any cultivator below the Sovereign Realm who ventured in would likely be left without even a corpse.

Emperor Flame enveloped Xiao Yan's body, while Spiritual Energy formed a defensive barrier around him. He could clearly sense that the chilling wind blades carried a trace of flame power. If Emperor Flame had not been powerful enough, ordinary people would likely have been unable to detect it.

At the thought of this, Xiao Yan