She is devoted to cultivating immortality

Chapter 110 Ghost Immortal, Ghost Cultivator

"My lady, where are we going?"

Zhu Qingqing asked.

"Have you ever heard of the ancient battlefield of Wei?"

Xie Lian mentioned a place.

Her travels were not just running around aimlessly. In fact, she had already planned her itinerary, and her specific reference was of course "Qingyu Miscellaneous Notes".

Taoist Qingyu has been to many places, and all the places he has been able to record with writing are worth visiting.

For example, the ancient battlefield of the Wei State is located in Guangning Prefecture and is considered a restricted area by many practitioners and a place that must not be approached.

Of course, it is mainly low-level practitioners who think so.

When one reaches the level of Taoist Qingyu, he not only gets close to it, but also goes deep into it, staying there for a while before leaving.

But that was more than a thousand years ago.

After such a long time, there will always be some changes.

"The ancient battlefield of Wei State? I know this place. I heard it is a Feng Shui treasure land for ghost cultivators."

Zhu Qingqing said.

"Yes, and I also learned that more than a thousand years ago, the ghosts in the ancient battlefield of Wei State were busy building a city. Now that so much time has passed, the city should have been built."

Xie Lian showed an interested look in his eyes.

Even Taoist Qingyu was curious about what the city built by the ghost cultivators looked like. Now that she had arrived in this area, of course she had to go and take a look.

"Madam, why don't we hire a carriage to go there?"

Zhu Qingqing carried her luggage and looked like an ordinary maid.

She was a little puzzled. Based on her observations during this period, she felt that although her own queen was at least a true immortal, she was deeply integrated into the world of mortals. She could obviously use Taoist magic to cross the river, but she insisted on taking a boat. This was a manifestation of her integration into the world of mortals.

But now, if we want to go to the ancient battlefield of Wei State, we can obviously take a car. When we just leave the city, there are many car dealers soliciting passengers.

"Don't you think about where the ancient battlefield of Wei State is? Can ordinary people easily get close to it?"

Xie Lian said with a chuckle.

The so-called ancient battlefield of Wei State happened two thousand years ago.

At that time, the three kingdoms of Chu, Qi and Zheng were fighting for a hundred years.

The places where they fought for a hundred years were all in the old land of Wei State.

There were originally four kingdoms, and Wei was sandwiched between three kingdoms. It was destroyed by the three kingdoms joining forces. Afterwards, they started fighting in the old territory of Wei, intending to unify the world.

But the three kingdoms each had their own support, and their national strength was balanced, so they were at a stalemate. Over the past hundred years, no one knew how many conspiracies and plots they had used, and young people died one after another.

According to historical records, after the Three Kingdoms were finally unified, the country's population was less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Three generations of people were wiped out. Fortunately, the subsequent unified dynasties produced several wise rulers who recuperated and gradually restored the people's strength.

The battleground for the Three Kingdoms could not, of course, be concentrated in the former territory of Wei. When it came to national wars, it would naturally break out everywhere. However, the former territory of Wei was a must-fight for military strategists, and the three kingdoms still deployed a large number of military forces.

According to records, at least one million people are buried here.

After the establishment of the Xin Dynasty, the founding emperor was worried that too many people would be left dead in the wilderness, causing a major epidemic. Therefore, he built several mass graves in the former Wei State to bury the corpses. He also invited some capable wizards to perform various methods, one to comfort the people, and the other to suppress the epidemic.

In this way, no major chaos occurred.

But how could the death of more than a million people not cause mutations?

War is a place of life and death. After decades of use, resentment is overwhelming.

No one knows how many dead souls were resurrected here, and it once became a ghost town.

But perhaps it was because the new dynasty had just been established and its fortune was at its peak, these evil ghosts and spirits did not invade the outside world and always stayed in this small piece of land of the ancient battlefield of the Wei State.

As time went by, the yin energy became more and more dense, and gradually it became a holy place for ghost cultivators all over the world.

More than a thousand years ago, Taoist Qingyu came here and lived here for more than half a year.

According to his records, the ancient battlefield of Wei State is now populated by more than just ghost cultivators. Because the resentment, blood, and evil spirits are extremely strong here, many demons and even devils come here to practice.

Even large and small forces were established on the ancient battlefield of Wei State.

This surprised Taoist Qingyu for a while.

A thousand years had passed since the ancient battlefield of Wei State buried millions of corpses and it had become a forbidden ghost area. Now, another thousand years had passed, and Xie Lian was curious about what this place would look like.

Zhu Qingqing listened to what Xie Lian said and nodded.

"Your Highness is right. It is not a good thing for mortals to approach such places. However, the Cangyun Ridge where I practice cultivation is not too far from Guangning Prefecture, but I seem to have rarely heard rumors about the ancient battlefield of the Wei Kingdom... And the mortals here are the same. They don't seem to be disturbed too much by the ghost cultivators. This is simply a miracle."

It's truly a miracle.

Just looking at the Yin-Yang Boy, you can tell that he is not yet a ghost cultivator, just a demon, but he is already cruel and bloodthirsty, killing innocent people indiscriminately.

The number of lives lost at his hands is simply countless.

Although ghost cultivators are formed after a person dies, death is like the extinguishing of a light. Once a person dies, no matter how kind a person was during his or her lifetime, they will gradually lose their humanity after being infected by evil spirits. In addition, if one takes shortcuts in cultivation, one will inevitably eat and harm others. Therefore, in general, the methods used by ghost cultivators are much more cruel than those of the devil.

But there was no telling how many ghosts, demons, and monsters there were in this ancient battlefield of Wei State, but they did not harm the living beings around them. This was absolutely incredible.

It was beyond Zhu Qingqing's imagination that a place of such a large scale and such an evil nature could reduce its presence to such a low level.

"I may know the answer. Taoist Qingyu mentioned a character in his notes called Wusheng Old Ghost. I wonder if you have heard of him."

Xie Lian said.

"Old ghost Wusheng?"

Zhu Qingqing shook her head, having no impression at all.

"This person was already a top-notch ghost immortal more than a thousand years ago. It is said that he was originally a true immortal with a profound foundation and was quite impressive. Later, he was harmed by someone and his body was destroyed. Only his soul escaped. As a result, he became an immortal again and cultivated into a ghost immortal. Compared with the original one, his strength is even better."

Xie Lian said with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"This old ghost Wusheng is a very interesting person. When he was a true immortal, he was free and unrestrained, but after becoming a ghost immortal, he suddenly wanted to become a patriarch, and even came to this ancient battlefield of Wei State to organize the dead souls, teach Taoism, and build up his power."

"He was the first one to take a fancy to this precious land. In addition, he has strong means, so those who come after him have to give him some face."

"He was also the one who came up with the idea of ​​building a city."

The reason why Taoist Qingyu stayed in the ancient battlefield of Wei State for more than half a year was because of this old ghost Wusheng. He took the initiative to contact him out of curiosity.

Unexpectedly, this old ghost Wusheng was also a person who loved making friends. Seeing that Taoist Qingyu had extraordinary potential and would become an immortal sooner or later, he made great efforts to win him over, and the two sides almost became close friends.

The other party even promised Taoist Qingyu a big promise, saying that after the ghost town was built, he would be made the second city lord.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have been tempted, but such temptation made Taoist Qingyu sober up. He was a typical ascetic monk, and he would not stay in one place for too long before fulfilling his long-cherished wish. Therefore, he bid farewell to the old ghost Wusheng and set out on the road again.

But he also promised the old ghost Wusheng that after the ghost town was built, he would definitely come to visit if he had time.

The ghost town had already been built, and Taoist Qingyu had already achieved true immortality. It was unknown whether Xie Lian had ever been here.

"Then this old ghost Wusheng is really a strange person. He was a real immortal before his death, and a ghost immortal after his death. He can be called a legendary figure. No wonder he can control the ghost city and prevent ghosts from coming out to harm people."

Zhu Qingqing felt as if her eyes had been opened. If she had not followed Xie Lian, she would never have known that there was such a person in the world.

Although the two were chatting, they were actually talking very quickly.

In just a few steps, he had covered more than ten miles.

They didn't stop until they met a group of "refugees".

It should be the entire village migrating, men, women, old and young, carrying large and small bags, moving forward under the scorching sun.

Many elderly people fell behind and were drinking water and resting under the shade of the trees.

The whole family was thinking about a piece of dry millet cake. They each took a small bite to barely fill their stomachs. There was actually half a piece left. The old man carefully wrapped it with cloth and put it close to his body.

This is true for every family.

Seeing all these scenes, Xie Lian’s mood, which had originally adjusted, became a little worse again.

When Zhu Qingqing saw this, anger flashed in her eyes.

"It's all the fault of the Dragon's grandson. The people have already had a hard time these years, and the commotion the other day forced them to leave their homes. I don't know how many people will die along the way!"

In ancient times, leaving one's hometown was a very difficult thing. It was not just about being reluctant to leave one's homeland, but the long-distance migration itself represented danger.

This is also the reason why many people have to say goodbye to their families when they go on a long journey, because there are too many unpredictable things, and it is very likely that a cold can directly separate life and death.

"I once heard a saying that a grain of sand from the times is an unbearable burden for ordinary people..."

Xie Lian sighed in his heart. In this world, there are more than just grains of sand in the era. There are also immortals and gods. Even an existence like Long Sun, who is not at the top, could cause such a big disaster if he vents his anger just once.

After this trip, I realized that not all places in this world are as authentic as Danxia Mountain.

There are also scheming villains like Hua Yuanyi.

There are many people like Longsun who abuse their power.

"My lady, I'll help them."

Zhu Qingqing snapped her fingers and cast a small spell.

There was a light rain falling from the sky, but it only lasted for a moment, and everyone's face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. They felt a little cool, and then there was no feeling at all.

Most people thought it was an illusion, but I felt much more refreshed, and even the feeling of hunger seemed to have faded.

Xie Lian was not surprised that Zhu Qingqing would do this. Although this woman had flaws in her character, often speaking without thinking and often not thinking things through, her nature was good, she was kind and reverent. This could be seen from the fact that when she was the Virgin Mary, she would deliberately guide those ignorant little demons to do good.

If it weren't for the old devil Yin Yang Boy interfering, the final result would definitely not be like this.

Wanting to give shelter to these refugees, Xie Lian wasn’t in a hurry anyway, so he and Zhu Qingqing stayed far behind the group, planning to follow them for a while.

As we were walking towards the evening, a cold wind suddenly blew.

"My lady, something's happening!"

Zhu Qingqing immediately became alert.

Xie Lian nodded, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking forward.

I saw several black winds rolling in, and faintly visible groups of negative energy gathering.

It’s a ghost cultivator!
She immediately saw through the other person's background.

The wind was blowing hard, ghosts were crying, and wolves were howling. Naturally, the people were scared out of their wits, and many of them subconsciously wanted to run away.

But they were all driven back by the cold wind.

"Just stay still and don't move!"

A gloomy voice sounded.

Instead, several ghost cultivators in black appeared, floating in the air. The one who spoke was a hooded man with a hooked nose.

His eyes were full of cruelty, greed, and bloodthirstiness. When he looked at the refugees, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"monster!"

"Ghost!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The ghost cultivators revealed their true forms, which frightened the refugees and made them even more nervous and chaotic.

"I told you to stay still, don't you understand?"

The hook-nosed man snorted coldly, and ghost fog rose in all directions. Hundreds of pale ghosts emerged, staring at the refugees and forcing them into a corner.

This time, everyone was so frightened that no one spoke.

The hook-nosed man nodded in satisfaction, suppressing the urge to eat everyone in his heart, and said.

"We are all ghost cultivators from Wangui City. We stopped you this time with no ill intentions. We just want to do business with you."

City of Ten Thousand Ghosts?
The refugees had naturally never heard of this place, but from the word "ghost" in its name, they knew it was definitely not a kind place.

Finally a brave young man stood up and spoke tremblingly.

"Hey, sir, what kind of business do you want to do with us common people?"

The hook-nosed man said calmly.

"We are not doing business with all of you, but with parents of children between the ages of one and ten!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the refugees turned pale.

Most people felt relieved, thinking it had nothing to do with them.

"Miss!"

Zhu Qingqing asked in a low voice that if she took action now, she could kill these ghost cultivators in the blink of an eye.

But Xie Lian shook his head, indicating that he would wait and see what happened.

The parents of these children had very ugly expressions on their faces. They hugged their children subconsciously and then looked at the young man who had just spoken with eyes for help.

The young man was also very nervous, but he still plucked up the courage to ask.

"What business do you want to do, sir?"

The hook-nosed man waved his hand, and several ghost cultivators behind him carried a large box over.

boom!
The box was opened and filled with silver.

Many people's attention was attracted by the silver light and they swallowed.

"It's very simple. Seeing that you have suffered a disaster and are having a hard time, and we are going to celebrate the festival in Wangui City, we need some boys and girls... so I came to you to do this business."

The hook-nosed man said.

"I only want five boys and five girls, nothing else. The number of places is limited, so you guys fight for it. You should know that the money here is not a small amount. If you divide it among your families, it will be more than enough to buy a house with three entrances and exits in the mountains. If you have money, it will be easy to have children, right? You can have as many as you want!"

It was clearly a scheme to steal someone's children, but after he said that, it really seemed like a big deal that people were fighting for. But judging by the refugees' reactions, quite a few people were tempted.

Many families without children even showed signs of regret.

A man who looked a little sloppy, with a gleam in his eyes, stood up and asked.

"I'm not the child's father, I'm just his uncle, can I sell it?"

The hook-nosed man chuckled sinisterly.

"My uncle is also a relative, so of course he is qualified to sell it."

The man was immediately moved, his eyes turned towards the silver, a struggle between his conscience and his desires was brewing in his mind.

The boy next to him was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Lai San, this is your sister's son, I just ask you to take care of him!"

Someone on the side shouted angrily.

"My sister and my brother-in-law's family are not doing well either. If I get the money, won't I share it with them?"

Lai San made up his mind and said.

"Sir, I'll sell it!"

The hook-nosed man waved his hand, grabbed the boy and stuffed him into a cloth bag.

"There are still nine spots left!"

Perhaps because Lai San set an example, more and more people were interested.

Soon after, another couple stepped forward and offered to sell their daughter.

Some people may feel guilty and make excuses for themselves.

"There are many people who sell their children in this world. There are many such cases in our village. At least the money they get in return is less than one-tenth of what I have been paid so far. Why shouldn't I sell them? If I don't sell them, I'm a fool!"

Many times, when people make a decision that goes against their conscience, they just need to give themselves a reasonable reason.

But the number of refugees was not large to begin with, and even fewer of them had children of school-age, so in the end there was still a lack of a virgin.

There were still a few families that hadn't sold their animals yet, and the parents held on to their children tightly, unwilling to make the deal.

The hook-nosed man seemed a little annoyed when he saw this.

"You ungrateful animal."

He made a direct move, snatched a young girl, and stuffed her into a cloth bag. At the same time, several figures all disappeared.

Only a gold ingot fell in front of the mother's eyes, along with a sinister voice.

"Take it, don't say I robbed you, I paid for it!"

As the mother burst into tears, Xie Lian and Zhu Qingqing also disappeared.

Followed from a distance.

The cultivation level of this team of ghost cultivators was not very high. After completing the "deal", they did not delay and left with the cloth bags on their shoulders.

Xie Lian and Zhu Qingqing followed them all the way, so of course there was no way they could notice.

They stopped only when they reached a dense forest, as if waiting for something.

"My Lady, are these the ghost cultivators from the City of Ten Thousand Ghosts? Didn't the old ghost Wusheng control all the ghosts in the city and forbid them from coming out to harm people? Why would something like this happen?"

Zhu Qingqing said via voice transmission.

Her eyes were fixed on the cloth bag that the ghost cultivator placed at his feet. This was a magical tool specially used to hold people. Ten children could be stuffed into one pocket more than enough.

“That happened a thousand years ago. A lot can happen in a thousand years. We can’t easily draw conclusions before we figure things out.” Xie Lian wasn’t nervous. She could tell that the children’s lives were not in danger for the time being. She said expressionlessly, “Also, look at these ghost cultivators. Although they took things by trickery and force, they also gave gold and silver in exchange. Perhaps this is one of the rules set by old ghost Wusheng.”

Zhu Qingqing was a little annoyed.

"How can gold and silver buy human life? The couple didn't want to sell their daughter at all. They forced her to do so."

Thinking back to that scene, I gritted my teeth.

"The last couple was an exception, but other than them, the rest of the parents took the initiative to make deals with them."

Xie Lian sighed and said.

This was what made her most uncomfortable.

It is common sense that ghosts harm people. It is a common occurrence and there is really no surprise about it.

But the ghosts didn’t go too far. Instead, they used benefits to induce these refugees to sell their children voluntarily. This made Xie Lian unable to judge.

The ghost is guilty, the parents are guilty, only the child is innocent.

But what if we rescued these children? Send them back to the father and daughter who sold them?
Xie Lian was still weighing the matter.

"Those who sell their children should die!"

Zhu Qingqing seemed to recall something from the past, sparks flashed in her eyes, and her reaction to this matter was much greater than expected.

"People at the bottom of society are like this. Often, there is not always warmth between parents and children. In many cases, human nature is selfish. Selling children is not uncommon in this era. In fact, if you can sell your children to a rich family, it is already a very good choice for many poor people. After all, they can't even afford to feed themselves, so they really don't have the energy to raise children."

"In particular, infanticide is still popular among the lower classes. Many families value sons over daughters. If they give birth to a daughter, they think she is a loss of money and are unwilling to raise her, or even drown her."

“This situation is difficult to change.”

Xie Lian said softly.

This is the limitation of the feudal era. In an era when productivity was seriously backward, conditions in all aspects could not keep up, and the people pursued food and clothing, so this situation was inevitable.

In order to put an end to this situation, it is necessary to provide support from the root and then have the court introduce laws and strictly enforce them.

Even in ancient times, it took many years of detours to finally eliminate this situation.

Just as Xie Lian and Zhu Qingqing were talking, several gusts of cold wind blew over again.

Not long after, seven or eight teams of ghost cultivators arrived, each led by a ghost cultivator wearing a hood and carrying a cloth bag.

As for what's in the cloth bag, there's no need to say.

"How was the harvest?"

the hook-nosed man asked.

"Yes, it's all ready."

"These refugees can barely survive on their own, how can they care for their children? Especially these baby girls. I think some families don't want them anymore. When they saw me offering money, they even knelt down and begged me to trade with them."

"We have to thank Long Sun. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many refugees. In this way, our mission is accomplished."

Several hooded ghost cultivators laughed in unison, appearing to be very happy that the mission was completed so smoothly.

Someone recalled the past and said.

"These ordinary people are actually very simple. As long as their lives are difficult and their lives are in danger, they will agree to any conditions. How many of them have we seen in recent years? When they are extremely hungry, they will not only eat tree bark, but even dirt!"

The hook-nosed man nodded and said.

"It's a pity that they didn't have a good life in the past, but they could still hold on. Every time we took gold and silver to trade, there weren't as many people willing to agree as there are now. In the end, we have to thank that dragon grandson."

"I heard that the Dragon Grandson was suppressed by a master named Xie?"

"It's what he deserves. Although we are engaged in human trafficking, we have at least paid money and talked some sense. For hundreds of years, we have only bought some boys and girls as the main dishes for the banquet. But what about the dragon grandson? Any rain can cause us thousands of times more damage."

"That makes sense. We are just a minor evil, but that Dragon Sun is a major evil. He deserves to be punished."

"Haha, your logic is a bit unreasonable. The big evils are dealt with by others, but won't we, the small evildoers, be dealt with by others? If we really meet some demon slayers and righteousness defenders..."

"Who dares? We are the people of the Old Ancestor Ku Gu from Wangui City!"

"Yes, we paid the money and received the goods. The parents of those children have agreed to it. Even if the righteous people come to us, what can we do? We have our reasons!"

A group of ghost cultivators stood together and chatted for a while.

Finally, it was the hook-nosed man who ended the conversation and said.

"Okay, although we completed the mission relatively smoothly this time, we can't waste time. Let's go back as soon as possible. After delivering these goods, we will go drink again."

"rational!"

The ghost cultivators nodded and set off again, heading towards the City of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

A moment later, Xie Lian and Zhu Qingqing appeared where they were just now.

"My queen, these ghost cultivators actually want to use these children as the main course at the banquet."

Zhu Qingqing said.

"The ghost cultivators took the trouble to get young boys and girls, but what else can they do with them besides eating them? As for the old ancestor with dried bones that they just mentioned, I have never heard of his name."

Xie Lian recalled the contents of Qing Yu's Miscellaneous Notes.

At least a thousand years ago, there was no such person on the ancient battlefield of Wei State.

Since he can be called the ancestor, he might be a first-class ghost immortal.

But since this group of people are working for the Old Ancestor Ku Gu, what about the Old Ghost Wu Sheng?
According to Taoist Qingyu's records, the old ghost Wusheng should be the person who has the final say in Wangui City.

It seems that this place has undergone tremendous changes in the past thousand years.

While they were lost in thought, the two of them set off again and followed.

As soon as you step into the ancient battlefield of Wei State, you can immediately feel the biting cold.

This is caused by resentment that has accumulated for thousands of years.

Who knows how many bones are buried beneath the fertile land.

"My lady, there is a ban here!"

Zhu Qingqing reported immediately.

She was very talented in the area of ​​prohibitions and could clearly sense that there was a huge prohibition outside the ancient battlefield of Wei State, isolating the outside world. It was one of the reasons for preventing the Yin energy from leaking out, and it also had a certain confusing effect. Even if ordinary mortals came here, it would be difficult for them to get lost.

This can be considered a kind of protection from the outside world.

Xie Lian knew this. The restriction was set by the old ghost Wusheng, and it still existed after a thousand years.

Keep walking forward, and in about half an hour at most, a towering and dangerous city will appear before your eyes.

It was the City of Ten Thousand Ghosts that was built by the old ghost Wusheng thousands of years ago.

The entire city is dark in tone, and every brick and stone exudes a strong yin energy. A city built with these materials can naturally be said to be filled with yin energy.

Ordinary people would definitely feel uncomfortable here.

But for ghost cultivators, demons, and devils, it is like heaven.

It goes without saying that in order to have such a strong yin energy, it must have been with the help of a formation. Although Taoist Qingyu did not mention this, it is likely related to the old ghost Wusheng.

This guy was a true immortal when he was alive, and became a ghost immortal after his death. With his means, it was not difficult to set up a formation.

The city did not have many defensive measures, as if the owner of the city was very confident and certain that no one would dare to invade this magnificent ghost town.

A wide and flat black stone bridge hangs over the moat, connecting the city inside and outside. The further you go, the more you can feel the magnificence of this city.

How to say it, Fengdu City is already considered a majestic city on earth, but compared to this ghost town, its scale is more than ten times smaller.

There was no need for Xie Lian and Zhu Qingqing to hide their tracks, as there were many people entering the city, many of whom were practitioners.

So they walked directly to the bridge and when they looked down at the moat, they could see dry arms stretching out from the dark water from time to time. These were the evil spirits trapped in the moat.

Just like the souls of the dead who are destined to be damned forever in the legendary River Lethe, the ghosts in the moat are also entangled by a certain force and find it difficult to free themselves.

Perhaps because he saw Xie Lian stopping here, a passing monk glanced at them and sneered.

"New here, right?"

Xie Lian bowed to him.

"How do you know?"

He had no intention of returning the gift, and his attitude was not polite at all. He just spoke coldly.

"Only those who come to Wangui City for the first time will stare at the moat. People like us who come here frequently have long been accustomed to it... I advise you to pay attention to the rules when you come to this city. Don't violate the taboos here. Otherwise, the souls in this river will be your fate!"

"You mean?"

"Don't you understand? These dead souls in the river are all people who broke the rules in Wangui City. After being killed, even their souls could not be freed. They were all thrown into the moat and became part of this city!"

After the monk finished speaking, he laughed grimly twice and turned to leave.

Xie Lian looked at his back and was not surprised by his attitude, because everyone coming and going here, whether human or ghost, basically had this attitude of "no entry".

The fact that he was willing to stop and chat for a few minutes can be considered "enthusiastic".

"It's really evil."

Zhu Qingqing muttered a few words. She had been feeling very uncomfortable since she approached the city.

After hearing what that person just said, I felt even more uncomfortable.

This city naturally rejects all strangers who are incompatible with it.

Xie Lian said nothing more. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that there was such a strange city in the world? Like other cultivators passing by, she entered the city in silence and did not encounter any obstacles or inspections along the way.

Although quite a few black-armored guards were seen, they just stood aside and watched, and could only serve as a deterrent.

"My lady, they sent the children to a courtyard in the west."

After entering the city, Zhu Qingqing said via voice transmission.

Xie Lian nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)