After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 151 Prison
"Fengqing is gone, should we go back?" Du Yue asked.

Mo Jiuwei shook her head, "No, it's not over yet."

Du Yue was taken aback, but Mo Jiuwei had already taken her short steps and walked towards Fengqing Courtyard.

His courtyard was large, but there were hardly any servants in it, making it eerily quiet.

Unlike alchemists who like to plant spiritual herbs and plants around their homes, Feng Qing's courtyard only has a few common trees, and the rest is grass.

weed.

This shows how neglected the house is usually.

The alchemy room was wide open, with a shelf inside that was cluttered with bottles and jars, as well as some jade slips that were just lying around.

It smelled terrible, a mixture of various medicinal herbs and elixirs that made people frown.

Du Yue was puzzled, wondering why Mo Jiuwei had come to Feng Qing's alchemy room.

Is there something valuable inside?
But Mo Jiuwei's gaze did not linger on these things. She walked straight to a wall and patted it.

"It's empty? A secret room?" Du Yue immediately recognized the voice.

"Ah."

"Then I'll look for it."

Du Yue looked around and found a protrusion, as if something dirty was stuck there.

With a touch of the button, a mechanism clicked, and a small door opened in the wall, revealing a path leading downwards.

"Will it be dangerous inside?" Du Yue asked with a worried expression, picking Mo Jiuwei up as she spoke.

"It's alright," Mo Jiuwei said.

Du Yue was relieved and carried her inside.

Just as you enter the path, there's a bend after a few steps. Although the path is a bit narrow, there are stones for lighting on both sides, so it doesn't obstruct your view at all.

“There are three doors… There seems to be some noise. Should we go in?” Du Yue stopped in her tracks.

The place isn't very big; there are only three secret rooms, but each has a corresponding door. The doors look very heavy, and you can't see inside through them.

But perhaps they made some noise when they came in, which startled the house, causing rustling sounds inside. It was unclear what was making the noise.

This made Du Yue somewhat uneasy, fearing that some danger might suddenly break out from inside.

Mo Jiuwei took out the key and used it to open the nearest door.

Du Yue was stunned for a moment; she hadn't even noticed when Mo Jiuwei had taken the key.

You can tell from the outside that this is the largest room, and the commotion just now seemed to have come from here.

As soon as the door opened, a foul smell wafted out.

The smell was bloody, musty, foul, and it seemed to have a rotten smell as well.

Du Yue almost vomited, quickly reaching out to cover Mo Jiuwei's nose, while holding her breath, afraid to smell it anymore.

But then, her eyes widened in shock.

This appears to be a "prison" where many "prisoners" are held.

They were all women. These women were locked behind iron bars, their clothes disheveled, their eyes vacant, their bodies covered in wounds. Some wounds had scabbed over and were dark red, while others seemed to have been injured recently and were still bright red.

At a glance, there were at least a dozen people, some sitting, some lying down, and others with their limbs tied and propped up against the wall.

Of these people, less than half are probably conscious; the others are either dead or unconscious, it's unclear.

Those who were sober would shrink back at the sound of the door opening, either covering their heads with their arms or squatting down with their heads buried in their knees.

"How could this be... how could there be so many women? Did Feng Qing do this?" Du Yue exclaimed in shock.

Mo Jiuwei's face was ashen. She hummed in agreement and then said, "Don't be afraid. Feng Qing is dead, and the Chasing Wind Clan is doomed. I'm here to save you. Anyone still alive, just say so, and I'll give you some pills."

Without uttering a single wasted word, she began retrieving pills from the immortal abode after finishing her sentence.

The women inside were completely dumbfounded!
They were terrified when they first heard the footsteps, thinking Feng Qing was back. The rustling sounds that Du Yue and the others heard were the sounds they made while trying to hide.

But when the door opened, a woman and a child came in, and both of them were unfamiliar faces. They were puzzled and didn't know what was going on.

Until he finished listening to Mo Jiuwei's words.

"Feng Qing, is he dead?"

A woman spoke in a hoarse voice; she seemed very excited and lunged toward the fence, gripping it tightly with both hands.

Her body was covered in filth, with not a single clean piece of skin to be seen, but her eyes were bright, full of the will to survive.

"Yes, they're dead. The Bu Shen Clan has attacked. The clan leader and the others are all dead, and Feng Qing is dead too," Du Yue quickly explained. "Quickly, distribute the medicine."

"Do you have any food or water? Give them some too," Mo Jiuwei said.

"some."

Du Yue nodded and hurriedly took out all the items.

It can be said that ever since they adopted Mo Jiuwei, everyone in the Immortal Sect carries a lot of food and drink with them wherever they go.

That way, no matter who takes care of Mo Jiuwei, she will never lack food or drink.

Moreover, because Mo Jiuwei is quite picky about food, all the dishes are exquisite and delicious, with almost no repetition.

Now all these delicacies have been laid out by Du Yue, some shaped like flowers, some colorful dumplings, and some various pastries and pies.

These women were already so hungry they were almost exhausted. Giving them a simple steamed bun would be a delicacy to them, let alone these exquisitely-looking snacks.

Fearing that they would have too much energy to escape if they ate too much, Feng Qing simply fed them only a little dry food every few days.

They were kept alive but also left with no strength, only able to sleep in a daze every day.

They stared at the food for a moment, then, without even saying thank you, their hunger instincts compelled them to grab it and stuff it into their mouths.

Du Yue and Mo Jiuwei did not urge them, but waited for them to eat and drink their fill, and then waited for them to feed themselves and the immobile women beside them the pills.

“He didn’t abuse us.” One of the women, named Huang Ye, wiped away her tears and said, “He seems to have no interest in matters of men and women. He only thinks about fame and fortune. He kidnapped us here to take the flesh and blood of virgins to help him refine elixirs.”

"What?" Du Yue was completely taken aback.

It's a stroke of luck that Feng Qing didn't abuse them, but... taking their flesh and blood?
Du Yue then looked at the women. Huang Ye seemed to have guessed her thoughts and reached out to lift the hem of her skirt, revealing her calves.

The bloodstains on his calf had dried, but that wasn't the point. The point was... there was a noticeable dent there.

The wound shouldn't be too old, you can tell from the color of the scar.