Please control me, my divine being!

Li Qinghe spent five days inside the Fajiao sect and clearly felt that the sect's recent battle situation was difficult.

The number of injured continues to rise.

The sounds of wailing could be heard constantly inside the earthen fort.

Under these circumstances, the second disciple of the Fa Sect had to step forward to reassure the people and stabilize the situation.

The other person was about the same size as Pang Ziyue, but he was a man with a stubble-covered face full of fat, and his body always smelled of filth and blood.

The disciple's name is Pang Haori, and he and Pang Ziyue are biological siblings.

While he took charge of the situation, doctors and physicians from all around the area were invited by the Fajiao sect to treat their illnesses.

The town of Huangshui has been completely controlled by the Fajiao sect, and even the government offices have been staffed with Fajiao members. These doctors, having been invited, dared not refuse.

under these circumstances.

Jiang Chuling's appearance undoubtedly brought Li Qinghe a pleasant surprise.

"Sister Qinghe!" Jiang Chuling carried a medicine box on her back, her petite figure appearing somewhat strained. "Doctor Liu was invited by the Fa Sect to treat patients, and I just happened to come and see you."

"How have you been lately?" Li Qinghe asked with delight, looking the girl up and down and pinching her arm. "You've gained weight! The food at the clinic looks pretty good."

Jiang Chuling looked at Li Qinghe, whose face was covered in dirt and hadn't bathed for days, and her eyes were red: "Sister Qinghe, why don't you come back to town with me? The Fa Cult is maintaining order in town now, the constables have all been driven away, and there are no new cases of evil sores. Villagers from outside town are even daring to come to the market."

The boils have been contained?

Did the Fa Cult win?

But this situation doesn't look like a victory.

Li Qinghe was puzzled, but shook her head and said, "I won't go back for now; I still have things to do."

Jiang Chuling nodded, then lowered her voice: "Although the Fa Sect doesn't seem like much now, you still need to be careful."

After saying that, she stood up and said, "I'll go help Dr. Liu now, Sister Qinghe. I'll come back in a few days."

Compared to before,

These past few days at the clinic have made her feel much more relaxed, and she's become much more cheerful.

Li Qinghe felt relieved and turned to walk back to her room.

The mother's small figure still sits in the bronze wine vessel; if you concentrate, you can see her shimmering reflection on the water's surface.

That was my mother's face.

"The blood in the cup seems to have decreased."

Li Qinghe keenly noticed this, and the joy she had felt from meeting her old friend vanished.

We must hurry.

If the blood in the cup disappears, the mother's body will completely decompose.

We can't wait like this!

Li Qinghe walked out of the room, wanting to find Pang Ziyue, but the disciple was healing her injuries and was nowhere to be seen.

So she could only find Zhang Tan to find out what was going on.

Compared to a few days ago, Zhang Tan, the once cheerful and burly man, had become much more composed. He sat in the middle of a group of Falun Gong followers, holding a bowl of vegetable porridge in his hands, with many long claw marks on his face.

Upon hearing Li Qinghe's purpose for coming.

Zhang Tan gritted his teeth and said, "We've been fighting those weasels and brokers for control of the riverbank dock area for several days now, and we've suffered quite a few casualties."

Li Qinghe sighed.

But after a moment, he regained his confidence: "Huangshui Town is already ours, it's safe now, and the headquarters of the Fa Cult will move there in a few days. As for these weasels, they won't be a problem once I advance to the level of a disciple!"

"You're going to become a disciple?" Li Qinghe asked in surprise.

"It's not just me; several other disciples have accumulated enough merit within the sect and will receive the Immortal Master's favor tonight," Zhang Tan grinned, speaking smugly. "I'll personally capture a few core members of the Huang family for you and make them hand over the cure for the evil sores!"

"Yes, Miss Li, don't worry, this sore will definitely be resolved."

"With our celestial master's protection, how can those weasels possibly fight us?"

A group of people joined in the commotion, just like always.

Li Qinghe was still not quite used to this kind of scene. After smiling and saying a few words, she left in a hurry.

The direct disciples are indeed very strong.

Both Pang Ziyue and Pang Haori exude a strong sense of oppression.

The Fa Cult is indeed a benevolent organization. Even though the initiation ceremony is bizarre, it's not as scary as it seems. Apart from being overly enthusiastic, there's nothing wrong with it.

Hmm, if everyone were as good as the people of the Fa Cult...

Just as Li Qinghe had this thought, her body suddenly trembled, and she uncontrollably walked into the room.

...

The Prince of Jiang'an's Mansion.

Zhou Qing stared at the several checks that popped up on the interface with a dark expression.

[Blessed: Spiritual enhancement, exempt from this mental influence.]

【because...】

These mental health checks popped up from time to time a few days ago, and now they're happening more and more frequently. I can't stay in this place called Fajiao for long; it's incredibly eerie.

Hurry up and gather all the materials to complete the second sacrificial ceremony.

At that time, the world will be vast, and there will be nowhere we cannot go.

Even if weasels and thieves can't beat us, at least we can run away.

Disciples like Zhang Tan, who can use talismans, are only at the level of a single sacrificial ceremony, and in terms of physical fitness alone, they are not as good as Li Qinghe.

"Tonight, Zhang Tan and the others will be promoted to personal disciples. Pang Ziyue and Pang Haori will definitely preside over the ceremony, and I will be able to move freely within the Fajiao sect."

Zhou Qing stretched, picked up a book, and returned from the warm pavilion to the Qiyun Courtyard where his bedroom was located.

After all, reading in the warm pavilion until midnight is really too much. Even if His Highness the Crown Prince has recently shown signs of turning over a new leaf, it shouldn't be so abnormal.

Why not go back to Qiyun Courtyard and relax until midnight without being disturbed?

He has been doing this every night since then.

Before long, night fell.

Lanterns still hang high inside Qiyun Courtyard, never going out regardless of whether anyone is there.

Zhou Qing manipulated the girl to sneak out of the earthen house again and move stealthily in the darkness.

At this time, the busy believers have already gone to sleep, and even if they were to encounter them, their stealth abilities would prevent them from being discovered.

The only person I need to worry about is my direct mentor, who is currently unavailable, so I can act with peace of mind.

You cautiously advance through the earthen fortress, and soon you arrive at the forbidden area of ​​the Fa Sect, the area where your two direct disciples usually operate.

There are warehouses, a main hall, a talisman workshop, and a temple dedicated to the immortal master.

This is the core area of ​​the legal education, are you prepared...?

Naturally, we should go check out the warehouse first.

The Immortal Master Temple is a place dedicated to the Six Ren Immortal Master. Perhaps his two direct disciples and a group of disciples are inside. Going there would be like walking into a trap.

Today's goal is to find the tools and materials for drawing the ritual diagrams, and then to see if there are any other "valuable" offerings within this religious community.

Although fresh blood is more effective, it is not an unlimited resource.

Bleeding every few days is something no one can withstand, let alone a sixteen-year-old girl.

This is my only believer now, so I must proceed with caution.

You choose to enter the storeroom, where grain, equipment, and many prepared talismans are stored, but the entire storeroom is filled with a pungent smell.

This smell is somewhat familiar, but you can't quite place it right now.

Without hesitation, you used your skillful stealth techniques to slip into the warehouse, and the cultists on guard did not notice anything amiss.

After slipping in easily.

As you walk into the darkness, you suddenly feel something bump against your ankle.

I looked down carefully.

In a dark corner of the warehouse lay a disheveled man. His clothes were so worn that their original color was unrecognizable, his skin was covered with sores, most of which were ulcerated, and foul-smelling pus oozed from them. He was barely breathing.

You recognized him.

That old beggar who once stopped you in the desolate town and invited you to join the Fa Cult!