Start with acting, and you'll achieve immortality!

Gao Min remained silent the entire way until she led them into a side hall of the prefectural governor's mansion.

Only then did I personally close the doors and windows tightly.

Two guards stood three steps apart, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords.

Even the servants in the courtyard have been driven out.

Jialu was placed on the table

The booklet wasn't very thick, and its edges were burned and curled.

The cover still has black ash from the old Wenchang residence stuck to it.

Li Ping sat down at the table, but did not immediately begin reading.

Su Wan had her dressing changed; her right shoulder was wrapped in a white cloth.

Her sword lay horizontally beside her, her face paler than usual.

Gao Min stood on the other side, her eyes fixed on the booklet.

He didn't say a word for most of the day.

"Mr. Gao, can it be opened now?"

Li Ping asked

Gao Min nodded

"This is, after all, the prefectural governor's residence."

"At least openly, no one dares to commit open robbery."

Li Ping glanced at him.

"So what happens in the shadows?"

Gao Min did not respond to this remark.

Li Ping reached out and lifted the cover.

Four characters were written on the first page.

"Wenchang Jialu"

The handwriting was very neat, but the ink color appeared somewhat dark.

It looked as if it had been soaked in blood.

It was divided into several sections below.

Name, place of origin, age, spirituality, soul nature, destination

Li Ping's gaze first fell on

"Soul Nature"

These two characters

Zhou Xing once said that those people wanted her birthday.

She was told to learn to read, and she was also criticized.

"His soul isn't bright enough; he can only be sent to the pharmacy."

It turns out this wasn't just a casual, insulting remark.

These people are indeed conducting a test of the soul.

"The character '甲' is '杜青' (Du Qing)."

"Yunze, twelve years old"

"In terms of spirituality, there are three levels of soul nature."

"Sending off the North River"

"Number 2, Class A, Zhou Shen"

"He's from Linchuan, and he's sixteen years old."

"Spirituality is at a medium level, while soul quality is at a second level."

"Let him stay in the dormitory."

"The third character in the Jia family is Zhao Xiaoman."

"White Stone Man, nine years old"

"Spiritual essence is nonexistent, while the soul is of equal quality."

"Put it in the furnace"

Li Ping's hand, which was turning the pages of the book, stopped at this moment.

The name is Zhao Xiaoman.

The name is on the wooden sign wall.

The same situation exists next to the stove.

九岁

"Put it in the furnace"

The two characters were written in a very small and delicate style, and next to them was a circle of vermilion drawn in red.

It was as if the accountant had checked a very ordinary shipment.

Su Wan reached out and took the booklet, flipping through it.

The further you flip through the pages, the denser the writing becomes.

Some were sent to various counties, while others remained in the old house.

Some people only have two words written after them.

入炉

Gao Min's hands were hanging down at her sides, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"The 107 children I handled back then... were just the beginning."

"The old dormitory was indeed abandoned later on, but this name list... never stopped recording."

Li Ping looked up

"Who was responsible for recording these words that follow?"

Gao Min remained silent in that place for a while.

"The handwriting on the first few pages... is Ren Jun's."

The room suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Su Wan stopped turning the page.

She turned her gaze in Gao Min's direction.

"How could it be Senior Brother Ren?"

"Back then, he was just a child who obeyed orders."

Gao Min began to speak.

"The teacher only asked him to help with transcription, saying it was to create files for the children of refugees."

"It's crucial to remember who has the potential and where they're sent; they have no idea what happens next."

"He records these things every day, how could he not know what a 'Jia-zi furnace' is?"

Li Ping asked

Gao Min's face twitched.

"I have no idea"

All I know is that he never touched that booklet again.

"They don't even dare to mention it."

The voice that was spoken sounded too soft.

At the same time, it also seems too much like leaving room for someone else.

Li Ping didn't press the matter further.

He flipped to the middle of the booklet.

The handwriting here has changed.

The strokes in the beginning are very neat, while the characters in the latter part are very compact.

The strokes are powerful, as if the writer doesn't want to linger on any one stroke.

There is a name in the corner of the book.

Chen Rang

The place of origin column reads "Xi Yun".

Age, thirteen

The spiritual rating is medium.

The soul-type rating is first-class.

The destination field originally stated:

"Leave it"

Later, someone crossed this out and added two words next to it.

"Jia Jiu"

Gao Min closed her eyes.

Su Wan lowered her voice and said

"Chen Rang, he's actually number nine from the Jia class!"

"He's the kind of person who crawled out alive from that man-eating furnace."

Li Ping recalled the wooden plaque next to the stove.

Jiazi Jiu, Chen Rang

At the same time, I recalled the county magistrate in Xiyun County, who always had a very gentle smile.

Chen Rang embezzled grain and trafficked people.

Using his position as county magistrate, he turned the entire small county town into a chaotic mess.

But before that, he was also a thirteen-year-old boy in the old house in Wenchang.

After emerging from the furnace, he later became his teacher's disciple.

It was then transported to Xiyun.

So, was he actually rescued?

Or was it deliberately released?

"What other information is recorded on the back of page 'Jia Jiu'?"

Gao Min shook her head

The page about Chen Rang has been deliberately torn out.

Li Ping felt along the seam of the book.

As expected, a half-torn page was visible stuck along the binding thread.

The edges of the paper were charred black, and only two lines of text remained.

"...Soul essence is usable."

"Temporarily suspended"

What's on hold?

Temporarily postpone entering the furnace

Or should the shipment be temporarily postponed and moved to another location?

Nobody can answer.

Li Ping continued turning the pages of the book.

The last dozen or so pages of the booklet were printed on much newer paper.

This document no longer records anything related to children.

These names are all quite old.

Seventeen, nineteen

twenty two

Their hometowns are scattered in various different places.

Yunze, Beihe, Linchuan, Baishi...

Furthermore, there were small prefectures and counties that Li Ping had never heard of.

After each name, there is a line of small writing.

"getting Started"

"Sent to work in another location"

"Return to Jiangning"

"Out of contact"

Su Wan's breathing gradually became heavier.

"This list... contains information about all of the teacher's students."

She picked up the booklet.

"These are not homeless people at all."

"These are all my fellow disciples from when we first started learning the art."

Li Ping stared at the names on page after page.

The teacher said that even ordinary people can cultivate themselves.