Please control me, my divine being!

Li Qinghe quietly crouched in the corner of the wall, near the small courtyard, with a large tree in front of her blocking her view.

She waited quietly.

People kept coming and going in the mansion. Some brought their children over to become prostitutes, while others were brokers leading kidnapped children into the courtyard.

But whether they acted voluntarily or involuntarily, they almost always ended up the same way.

A scream rang out, and then the body was carried deep into the mansion.

Occasionally, someone would be lucky enough to survive, and that room would be immediately closed, sealed off, and placed under strict guard.

She overheard the general conversation among these young men and women.

The struggle against the Fajiao has become increasingly severe recently. The Huang family only has one head incense burner, a dozen or so followers, and several thousand weasels in Lianshan City.

With such a small workforce, they can't even handle the daily chores in the city; they desperately need fresh blood.

But it's impossible for anyone to come from the north.

Their method was to induce the birth of the Yellow Immortal Brother Horse.

For the five clans in the North, disciples are generally trained from a young age. As adults, due to their strong resistance and fully developed constitution, and the difficulty in sincerely believing in and making sacrifices to the deities, the probability of becoming a disciple is less than one in a hundred.

Aside from a lower success rate and weaker strength, using children to create products has almost no other drawbacks.

The consciousness of the Yellow Immortal can easily suppress their ego, and every disciple created in this way will be loyal.

"They kidnap and traffic children everywhere just to create cultivators, and they've killed countless lives." Li Qinghe gritted her teeth in hatred.

She wasn't exactly known for her strong sense of justice.

The children killed by Huang's brother were mostly from poor families, and she herself had almost been killed by human traffickers before, so she felt a sense of shared suffering.

"And that 'cooperation' that the underling discussed with Steward Zhang—the Zhang family already had connections with the Huang family back in Huangshui Town!"

Li Qinghe was filled with a thousand thoughts.

As darkness fell, the surroundings gradually quieted down.

Most of the disciples stayed inside, but a few of higher status came out of the mansion at dusk.

Huang Qi was among them.

He was with two other men, looking gloomy, and they were probably going to some place in the city together.

Li Qinghe followed from a distance, and with her excellent hearing, she could vaguely hear their conversation.

"That old hag Qin Hongshi is really impatient. If the monster in the river is left to linger a little longer, it will die, and then everything will be hers!"

"It's normal to be anxious. After all, we've risked everything for a chance to get promoted. Now we need her to manage Lianshan City and help us find suitable bodies for transformation. Let's hurry over there."

"Complaining is useless. If we arrive late, we'll have a hard time explaining to the head incense burner. If we really want to take action against the monster in the river, we need to discuss it carefully."

The three of them were somewhat reluctant, but they still walked toward the tallest building in the center of Lianshan City.

Li Qinghe was completely focused.

If we can't find an opportunity today, we can only wait until tomorrow; we absolutely cannot expose ourselves now.

But just as the three of them had gone a short distance, the tallest building in the city suddenly burst into a burst of brilliant flames, the raging fire making the roof soar into the sky.

The three brothers paused in their steps.

"The Crimson Sun Talisman of the Legalist School!"

One of them immediately turned cold, his body covered in fur, and his fingers grew long and sharp, resembling a human-shaped weasel: "I'll go take a look. You all go and guard the city gates and protect the houses. Don't let chaos break out in the city. If the Fa Cult dares to make a move, it's likely a feint."

As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them ran off in different directions.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Qinghe's eyes.

The attack by the Faculty created a golden opportunity, one that, if missed, might never come again.

Almost at the moment of the explosion, flames broke out in several other parts of the city.

Brother Huang Qi, covered in long hair, turned back without hesitation.

But as he was running halfway, Li Qinghe, who had been lying in ambush on the road, suddenly sprang out from the darkness and slashed down with the machete at his waist.

This strike came extremely suddenly.

Huang Qi was stunned for a moment, only to feel a burning pain in his left arm, and warm blood splattered out.

Only when he saw his left forearm on the ground did he roar, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and turn into a gust of foul wind that rushed towards him.

Li Qinghe held the knife to her chest, but the two-meter-tall weasel monster easily knocked her away, sending her rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

Huang Qi glanced at the severed left arm.

The wound was squeezed by the bulging muscles, and no more blood was flowing out.

The intense pain constantly stimulated the primal, animalistic instincts within him.

Tear it apart, devour it!

He stared at the girl who had crashed into the wall along the street before coming to a stop, his eyes bloodshot: "You bunch of sorcerers, instead of busy saving that monster in the river, you've come here to die."

Anger burned in my chest.

"Bewitching Smoke!"

He bent his knees, extended his sharp claws, and burst out with a cloud of yellow-orange smoke as he rapidly attacked the girl.

In the Five Immortals Sect, Huang's disciples are not good at fighting, but they are good at setting traps to bewitch people and summoning gods to possess them. The more disciples who summon gods at the same time, the more powerful the gods they can summon.

Aside from their bodies being able to transform into beasts, low-level Dima can only gain corresponding abilities after transforming into beasts.

The purpose of the bewitching smoke is to confuse the mind, making people dizzy and unable to resist. It has a remarkable effect on cultivators at the Second Grand Sacrifice level and below.

Therefore, after gaining the advantage, he did not hesitate at all before unleashing his killing move. The sorcerers of the Fa Sect are cunning and treacherous, and given the current situation, it is only natural that he must finish the battle quickly.

However, the girl nimbly dodged the attack.

Huang Qi frowned and stared at the girl in front of him again. He saw that her eyes were lifeless and her expression was cold, completely unlike her previous flustered and awkward demeanor.

What the hell is that?

Although the sorcerers of the Fa Sect were strange, they had never seen anything like this before.

Without any talismans or spirit mediums, relying solely on his superhuman strength and speed, he chopped off his own arm with a rusty woodcutter's knife.

"Pooh."

He charged forward again, refusing to believe it.

However, the girl who was standing still did not dodge this time. Instead, she reached out and brushed aside the bangs under her left forehead.

A pale white eye came into view.

Huang Qi immediately stopped and quickly hid in the darkness beside him, wanting only to escape by climbing over the wall.

It is not a religious teaching!

He is a practitioner whose lineage, beliefs, and profession are unknown!

This kind of attack, which requires preparation and must be performed by a mutated body, must be some kind of lethal mundane technique!

In battles between cultivators, information is of utmost importance. Given the severe information asymmetry and the fact that the opponent launched a surprise attack first, Huang Qi knew that continuing the fight would inevitably lead to his death.

The city was in complete chaos, and no reinforcements were expected to arrive anytime soon.

Even with his lightning-fast reflexes, it was too late. The moment he climbed over the wall, his entire right calf exploded into a bloody mess under the watchful eyes of the keen observer.

The girl let her bangs down again, climbed onto the wall in two steps, and landed steadily in the yard with a wood-chopping knife in hand.

However, in the courtyard, there was not only Huang Qi, who was half-dead from the explosion, but also an ordinary family who were having a meal.

At that moment, the man in charge of the household, holding a carrying pole in his hand, stood in front of the living room door with a look of fear on his face, protecting his wife and children behind him.

The girl ignored him, dragged Huang Qi's body, and walked straight out.