Leng Yan waited for a while, and then saw two people coming from a distance. When they came closer and saw Leng Yan, Xing Luo breathed a sigh of relief to see that Leng Yan was fine.

Leng Yan asked, "Changle, how is it?" Xing Luo replied, "It's been resolved." Leng Yan nodded and said, "You guys go back first, I have something to take care of."

After saying that, he got down from the tree and was about to leave when Xing Luo grabbed his arm. Xing Luo looked at Leng Yan and said, "Jia Yang, I'll go with you."

Leng Yan said helplessly: "I'm going to take care of some personal matters, you don't have to follow me." After hearing what Leng Yan said, Xing Luo said reluctantly: "In that case, I won't go. But remember to come back early."

Leng Yan nodded to indicate that she understood. Xing Luo watched Leng Yan disappear in front of him before turning around and leaving. Leng Yan made a hand gesture after leaving, and then her figure disappeared from the spot.

When Leng Yan appeared again, he was in front of several mountains. He walked into the mountains, but after a few steps, he was stopped by a barrier.

Leng Yan frowned slightly as she looked at the barrier before her. Then, she raised her hand slightly and tapped it lightly. Ripples appeared on the barrier like water ripples. The next second, the barrier shattered with a snap.

Leng Yan walked in and smelled a faint smell of blood. Leng Yan continued to walk in without changing his expression.

Going a little deeper, Leng Yan saw many broken arms and debris on the ground, and the soil was also dyed red with blood. Leng Yan paused slightly and continued to walk inside.

Not long after, Leng Yan heard a groan. She frowned and looked around. There was no grass or trees around, and the sky was gloomy and blood-red. The blood-red light hit the ground, making the surroundings seem gloomy and depressing.

Finally, Leng Yan saw a group of people who were not dead yet. Most of them were disabled. Some had lost their arms, some had lost their legs. Some were lying on the ground groaning, and some were leaning against the stone wall and breathing with difficulty.

Their lips were dry, their faces haggard, their eye sockets sunken, and they looked utterly miserable. The moment they saw Leng Yan, a flash of regret flashed through their eyes. Such a good girl had to die here. But it was replaced by numbness in an instant. They couldn't even protect themselves, so why would they care about others?

At this time, someone saw Leng Yan holding a sword in her hand. Looking at her spotless appearance, they asked expectantly, "Is the fairy here? Is she here to save us?"

Leng Yan looked at everyone and saw that everyone was looking at him with hope. Leng Yan didn't say anything but just raised his hand, gathering the spiritual power in his hand. Then Leng Yan moved his fingers slightly, and the spiritual power flew into the bodies of those people.

Instantly, everyone felt a sense of relief, and the pain in the previously aching parts of their bodies subsided. Their complexions gradually returned to normal.

Before they could thank Leng Yan, he raised his hand slightly, and then everyone was teleported out. After everyone was out, Leng Yan raised his hand again and a barrier rose up to block them out.

Leng Yan endured the constant smell of blood and walked inside. She looked for the place where the smell of blood was strongest, and finally found the place she wanted.

Before him stood an altar half a man's height, small enough for only one person to stand. Surrounding the altar was a pool of blood, which was now flowing toward the altar. A thick column of blood formed directly above the altar, feeding a blood-red formation atop the altar, which exuded an ominous aura.

And with the nourishment of blood, the huge blood-red magic circle is slowly running.

Leng Yan took a step forward, and instantly the surroundings were enveloped in ice. Ice could be seen climbing up the huge blood column, freezing it inch by inch, and then the ice enveloped the huge magic circle. The magic circle was enveloped by ice and gradually slowed down.

But then, for some reason, the magic circle suddenly began to vibrate, shattering the ice wrapped around it. Then the magic circle began to rotate rapidly, and the speed at which the vampires transported blood also greatly increased.

Seeing this, Leng Yan's eyes focused, and he jumped onto the formation without caring about anything else and stood still. The formation was spinning rapidly, but Leng Yan standing on it was not affected at all.

Leng Yan quickly pulled out the Hanyue Sword and inserted it into the magic circle, then quickly injected spiritual power. The powerful spiritual power impacted the magic circle, and cracks soon appeared on the magic circle. However, the magic circle still wanted to struggle and began to absorb blood to recover.

Leng Yan poured his spiritual power into it once more, but this time, it was even more powerful. Without hesitation, Leng Yan poured all of his spiritual power into it. Finally, the magic circle couldn't bear the weight and shattered with a crack.

Leng Yan fell back to the ground. With a single strike of her sword, she severed the altar and the blood pool in two, leaving no room for recovery. Just in case, Leng Yan ground them into ash before leaving.

After Leng Yan came out and waited outside for a while, he saw the city lord coming down with a group of men. He first bowed to Leng Yan, and then asked someone to help those people leave.

Leng Yan did not follow them. She said she wanted to see the situation in other places, so the city lord took his men and left first.

When Leng Yan arrived at a small mountain village, she saw a girl struggling to pick up something that had fallen into the river. She was holding onto the grass roots by the river with one hand and trying to catch something in the river with the other.

But suddenly the grass roots broke and the girl fell forward, about to fall into the river. Leng Yan raised her hand and wrapped an ice vine around the little girl, putting her on the shore. With another ice vine, he wrapped the thing the little girl wanted to pick up in the river and then placed it next to the little girl.

The little girl looked around and saw no one, so she whispered, "Thank you, fairy." But Leng Yan, who had already left, did not hear it.

Leng Yan spent the whole afternoon looking at all the places. After she returned that night, she discussed with the city lord and Xing Luo and others what to do the next day.

After returning to her room, Leng Yan did not rest, but instead wrote down what to do in the coming days under the lamp. Leng Yan did this to prevent others from not knowing what to do when she was away.

Leng Yan didn't stop writing until three o'clock in the morning. Leng Yan glanced at the sky outside and finally sat down on the bed to meditate, recovering his spiritual power and healing his injuries.

The next day, someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Leng Yan opened her eyes when the servant knocked on the door. She pinched the Qingchen Jue and then walked over to open the door.

After the door opened, the servant said respectfully: "Your Highness, the city lord asks you to move to the flower hall for breakfast." Leng Yan said lightly: "Please tell the city lord that I don't need it." The servant answered yes and left.

After the servant left, Leng Yan called the person who came with him and handed him the written paper, saying: "If I am not here, you must act according to this." The man took it and answered "yes" respectfully before being dismissed by Leng Yan.