Fightings started one after another in Doumei City. Everyone in Doumei City closed their doors, and the sounds of fighting and screams could be heard from time to time in the streets.
The whole city was full of practitioners fighting, but fortunately the restriction of the city defense prevented them from destroying the houses due to the battle of spiritual powers.
The crimson dress Yan Qing was wearing had been dyed bright red, and her eyes were cruel, angry, and brighter than before.
Today, she used her sword to open the door of Xuanyin Pavilion, cutting away all the years of unwillingness and humiliation.
This Xuanyin Pavilion not only houses the disciples of the Xuannv Sect who were exterminated ten years ago, but also the practitioners who are constantly being crammed in. They linger here and are squeezed out of their last remaining value.
Yan Qing's eyes felt sore. How many junior sisters and junior brothers had died unwillingly in this dirty place.
The cold wind outside Xuanyin Pavilion dispersed the disgusting smell of wine, spices and mutton in the pavilion.
Yan Qing stepped into Xuanyin Pavilion with a sword, and a little girl dressed as a maid screamed: "Senior Sister!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his mouth was covered by a beautiful and scantily clad woman. With a worried look on her face, she protected the little girl behind her and whispered: "Little Eleven, don't scream."
A thin old man with a monkey face shouted sharply: "Yan Qing, you are so brave. You dared to knock on the door when the managers were not around. How did you escape!"
Yan Qing said nothing and just looked at him fiercely.
The thin monkey-faced old man's cultivation level is not high, but he is only at the early stage of foundation building.
But the cultivation of the people here has almost been ruined, and their spiritual power is locked in their bodies. They are no different from ordinary people. They are even weaker than ordinary people because they are bullied every day.
He usually expected that these disciples of the sect had turned into helpless useless people, so he insulted them at will. Thinking of what he did on a daily basis, Yan Qing wanted to tear this man into pieces.
Back then, her sixth junior sister, who was still so young, died in the hands of this man, and her ninth junior brother was crippled by him.
Things like this happen every day here, and we suffer every day.
Every time she saw Xuanyin Pavilion, she couldn't suppress her emotions. How could she vent her anger by killing them? How could she vent her anger!
"Why aren't those stewards here? Because they were all killed by me." Yan Qing stabbed his left leg with a flying sword, pinning him to the ground.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The thin monkey-faced old man screamed, and only then did he realize that Yan Qing had recovered his spiritual power.
"It's just a slag! It's just a slag! How is it possible! How is it possible!"
"Yes, how is it possible! We who have been abandoned by God, how could we be so virtuous and capable? We have this opportunity!"
Yan Qing walked up to him, pulled out the sword, and stabbed his right arm with 100% of the sword's strength.
Xuanyin Pavilion was filled with the screams of the thin monkey-faced old man.
Gradually, the doors to the wing rooms opened.
And what stood out from each wing were people tied to their anklets.
Some of them helped each other, and some crawled out of the room. Their clothes were messy, their numb faces showed fear, and their exposed skin had scars and bruises.
In Xuanyin Pavilion, only Slag and the maids do not need to wear anklets.
The stewards are not here today, and Xuanyin Pavilion will not open the door to receive guests for fear of someone escaping.
"My Xuannv Sect, the so-called disobedient to the God of Heaven, ended up like this. Everyone told me that Yan Qing was destined, and I turned from the Xuannv Sect's first disciple into a slag. In this Xuanyin Pavilion, there used to be a disciple of my Xuannv Sect. There were three hundred and twenty people, and now...there are only sixteen left...and the youngest is only ten years old."
Yan Qing's eyes were red and she stepped on the head of the thin monkey-faced old man. "I didn't die because I was not wrong. I had a breath and I refused to accept it. Today I attacked Qi Han, but I was actually going to die. Thinking back, I am not escaping. I am sorry for the remaining sixteen people. Senior sister is here to apologize to you."
As he spoke, Yan Qing bowed his hands towards the beautiful woman, the little maid, and the disciple of the Xuannv Sect who had been helped out by the side room.
She continued: "Now I have a magic pill that can help you break through the restrictions and temporarily restore your cultivation. This cultivation can last for half a month. The consequences are unknown. Yan Qing is here to ask, who is willing to go with me?"
"I do!" The beautiful woman raised her hand, "Senior Sister! I do!"
"I do!" The members of the Xuannv Sect didn't hesitate at all and immediately raised their hands.
"I do!" Everyone in Xuanyin Pavilion raised their hands anxiously, for fear of missing out.
