Start with acting, and you'll achieve immortality!

This person was not old, and his cultivation level was around the third stage.

Holding a black porcelain bowl

The bowl contained half a bowl of dark red medicinal liquid, the stench of which could be smelled from half a street away.

He stepped up to the first boy and grabbed the boy's chin with his hand.

A mouthful of liquid was forcibly poured into the other person's mouth.

The boy coughed violently, and within a few breaths

A layer of bluish-gray appeared on his face.

The monk in the grey robe extended two fingers and pressed them against the boy's chest.

"This is just a piece of waste."

After he finished speaking, he made a mark on the form.

The bones were sent to the furnace in the north to be simmered.

The boy was stunned for a moment.

Immortal Master, please have mercy! I possess immense strength; I can handle any kind of dirty or strenuous work.

Please, please don't send me away!

The monk in the gray robe completely ignored the boy.

Two guards dragged the person inside.

The boy struggled so fiercely that his wrists were bled from the thin rope.

He turned to look at the street.

Their gaze fell upon those carrying loads on shoulder poles, selling flatbread, and those seeking shelter from the rain.

No one raised their head.

The wonton vendor bent over kneading the dough, his hands trembling violently.

But he didn't even dare to lift his eyelids.

It was the second person's turn.

The third

The monks, dressed in grey robes, administered the medicinal liquid and checked the pulses of each patient one by one.

Those of inferior quality were sent to the furnace in the north.

"Medium-grade, take him to the West Cellar."

Completely lacking inspiration, they were sent to the trading company to be used as livestock.

When it was the barefoot boy's turn, the rain suddenly intensified.

The boy was pushed so hard that his body swayed violently, and his knees slammed heavily onto the hard stone slab.

He didn't cry, he just pursed his lips very tightly.

The monk in the gray robe poured the medicine down his throat.

The boy shuddered, and sweat quickly beaded on his forehead.

The monk in the grey robe pressed his fingers against the boy's chest, and for the first time, his facial expression changed.

"Although my inspiration is a bit lacking, my soul is still relatively clean."

Leave this one here.

The lame old man approached.

"Should we also send them to Xijiao and lock them up?"

The monk in the grey robe shook his head.

"Put her in room number seven and let her rest for three days."

"The people above are lacking a catalyst when they're refining pills, and this kid is perfect for it."

The chopsticks Li Ping was holding broke into two pieces.

Su Wan stood in the shadows at the alley entrance, carrying a basket of medicine.

She did not turn her head back.

But Li Ping saw that her hand was gripping the carrying pole.

Knuckles turned white from tension

Acting as a drug catalyst

It cannot be considered an ordinary medicinal herb

It's a living person

Li Ping recalled the fugitives in Xiyun County whose household registration information had been altered by Zhao Heng and who were awaiting trafficking.

At that time, he thought the worst that could happen was being sold into a mine.

Being treated like livestock

It turns out that the caves where ore was mined weren't even the worst places.

In the eyes of these monks, humans could mine minerals.

It can be used for transporting vehicles and can be incorporated into formations.

Furthermore, it can be placed in an alchemical furnace and boiled into a medicine.

The bowl of wontons had gone completely cold.

"Don't make a move now."

Su Wan walked to the table at some point, her voice very low.

"I can sense that there are two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators hiding inside."

"I can understand this situation."

"That child can't be saved either."

Li Ping raised his head to look in her direction.

Su Wan's face was very white

"By then, all the remaining personnel will be transferred to other locations overnight."

"Furthermore, we still haven't fully figured out the exact location of Beicang at this point in time."

Li Ping remained silent.

The gate to the dyehouse was slowly closing.

The seven people were swallowed up, leaving only the tracks left by the rainwater.

He placed the broken chopsticks next to his rice bowl and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few copper coins.

"Let's set off now."

Su Wan did not move.

"Where are we going?"

"Go find Beicang."

"What you said just now was something you shouldn't have done to alert the enemy."

"We will not go into that warehouse."

Li Ping stood up, his gaze falling on the gray van that hadn't yet driven far away.

"We just need to follow this empty vehicle to figure out their specific route for transporting people."

The two of them followed closely behind the gray covered wagon at a considerable distance along the neighborhood.

The driver did not go directly back to Beicang.

He first went to the backyard of a butcher shop and handed over a bag containing money.

Then he went around to the riverbank and threw a blood-stained rag into the water.

He waited until it was getting dark before walking out of the small gate in the west of the city.

Three miles outside the city, there is an abandoned brick kiln.

The gray covered wagon was parked outside the brick kiln.

The coachman went into the cave dwelling, and when he came out again...

More than a dozen sacks filled with goods had been added to the carriage.

The sack can move

One of the sacks had a ripped opening, revealing half of a woman's face.

Her mouth was stuffed with cloth, and her eyes were wide open.

The coachman slammed a wooden stick down hard on the sack.

"If you dare move another muscle, I'll kill you!"

The bag stopped moving.

Li Ping lay prone in the thicket of weeds, his nostrils filled with the smell of damp earth.

Voices came from inside the brick kiln

Where is this shipment going?

"First, they were sent to the warehouse in the north for sorting, and those with inspiration were sent to the workshop in the west."

"As for the rest, throw them all into the mine tunnels and let them slowly die."

"Why are they pressing so hard lately? Has something happened?"

"What the higher-ups are desperately wanting right now is the catalyst from room number seven."

"Are those immortal masters going to throw living people into the furnace again?"

"Shut your mouth and stop asking about these things."

One person let out a cold laugh.

"Just install your car properly."

"Humans become medicinal herbs in the furnace, and livestock in the mine."

"Let's just take the money and not cause ourselves any trouble."

At this moment, Li Ping closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of emotion in them.

He pulled a blank talisman from his pocket and then took the charcoal pencil into his hand.

The specific location of that brick kiln

The tracks of the gray covered wagon

The coded contact mark for the northern warehouse

Room 7

He meticulously recorded these details on paper.

Su Wan was watching him intently from the side.

"How can you resist looking at all this?"

"I wish I could kill them right now."

Li Ping spoke first.

"But the dead cannot carry out revenge."

"The Shangguan family dares to use living people as medicine simply because they believe no one can cure them."

He folded the talisman and put it away, speaking in a very soft voice.

"Once this account is fully recorded, I will force them to pay back everything they owe, including interest."

In the distance, another muffled thud came from the brick kiln.

It was as if someone had rammed into the sack.

Li Ping did not turn around.

He pulled Su Wan back into the darkness of the night.

But the sound of that impact was as if it were coming through a curtain of rain.

It struck him directly to the depths of his heart.

He suddenly remembered that when he first arrived in Xiyun County, Hu Guan had made him pretend to be a thief.

At that time, he only wanted to save his own life.

Later, he wanted to renounce his mortal status.

I want to cultivate my skills, and I want my brother and sister-in-law to no longer be bullied.

But only today did he finally understand this.

If the ultimate goal of this upward-climbing path is to trample everyone else into dregs, then...

No matter how high one climbs, what difference is there between him and people like Hu Guan, Zhao Heng, and Shangguan Jue?

The night rain continued to fall on his shoulders.

Li Ping raised his hand to wipe the water from his face.

"Junior Sister"

"Um"

"Tomorrow morning, we'll go and investigate Beicang."

"After thoroughly understanding the situation, how do you plan to proceed?"

Li Ping looked in the direction of Jiangning City

The city walls appeared very tall, and the surrounding lights illuminated the area very brightly.

The people living within the city continued their drinking and cultivation practices, and were still vying for power.

They were discussing one important matter after another.

Meanwhile, in the brick kilns outside the city, living people were being stuffed into sacks.

Waiting to be sent into the furnace

"Throw this ledger containing information about living people right in front of everyone in Jiangning City."

He says

No surgery tonight.

Tomorrow, we will first return to the prefect's residence and present this account containing information about the living to everyone.