"Very good." The team leader smiled happily and said, "I'll give you a hundred breaths. Be quick."

"Okay." Fang Jian nodded, then immediately walked up to the Black Python Immortal and asked, "How are you now?"

The Black Python Immortal burst into tears. "Boss Fang, I'm so miserable. Every day they take me to a place and drain all my energy, blood, and mana. Then they force-feed me all kinds of elixirs and spiritual objects to restore my energy and blood. It's like raising pigs. I can't hold on any longer."

Fang Jian glanced at the male immortals in front of the Black Python Immortal and found that they were all skin and bones, like dried corpses that had been squeezed dry. Even if the Black Python Immortal was crying and complaining about his pain to Fang Jian, they did not react at all and were completely numb.

Fang Jian nodded and asked, "Where's Lan Caihe?"

The Black Python Immortal turned around and pointed at the ground, saying, "Where is it?"

Fang Jian looked down and burst out laughing. He saw Lan Caihe was still sleeping soundly, but his condition was worse than that of the Black Python Immortal. He was pale and thin, with sunken skin and flesh. It was obvious that he had been squeezed hard.

However, he did not feel much pain now because he was still drunk. This was a big lesson: no matter what time, do not swallow the wine pill directly.

"Save me, Boss Fang, I can't stand this torture anymore." The Black Python Immortal pleaded with Fang Jian.

Fang Jian sighed and said, "Brother, I am helpless now and cannot save you. Just accept your fate and treat this as a disaster."

"But when will this disaster end?" When the Black Python Immortal heard this, he burst into tears in grief.

Soon the hundred breaths were up, and the team leader stepped forward to inform Fang Jian. Fang Jian immediately slapped the Black Python Immortal on the chest and said, "Stick to your heart of Taoism."

Afterwards, this "nutrient" team was taken away amid the sad cries of the Black Python Immortal. Fang Jian looked at Lan Caihe, who was lying on the ground at the end of the team and was being dragged away, and couldn't help but chuckle again.

However, when Fang Jian arrived at the Huayun Building, the atmosphere became heavy again.

There are many "silkworm houses" in the Huayun Building. These silkworm houses are not big, only enough to put a bed and have space for two people to stand.

On the wooden couch in each silkworm room, there was a young and beautiful female cultivator lying. Their hands and feet were tied to the couch, and their bellies were bulging, just like pregnant women in their tenth month.

These female cultivators lay on wooden couches, allowing the evil disciples beside them to inject the blood, energy, and magical nutrients extracted from the male immortals into their bodies to nourish the evil spirits in their stomachs.

Standing at the door of the silkworm house, Fang Jian could see clearly that these female cultivators were looking up at the ceiling with lifeless faces, their eyes scattered and without any spirit.

"Each of them has the true spirit of the Evil God in their belly, and the shortest one has been nurturing for three years." A voice sounded from behind Fang Jian. Fang Jian turned his head and saw that it was Deacon Hui who was in charge of the Huayun Building.

Fang Jian looked at the nuns in the silkworm house and asked, "Have they all 'obeyed'?"

Deacon Hui smiled and said, "Of course. Even the most chaste female cultivator will become obedient within a month of coming to me. They will obey willingly, just like them."

"This should be called numbness." Fang Jian said: "Their Dao hearts have collapsed, leaving only despair and numbness."

Deacon Hui said, "Numbness is obedience. As long as you destroy a person's mind and heart, the rest will be at your mercy. If this isn't obedience, what is? Hahaha."

Deacon Hui's evil smile instantly spread throughout the entire floor, but in the silkworm room on this floor, the female cultivators who were the mothers did not react at all.

Fang Jian then began to conduct physical examinations on all the female cultivators in the more than 1,000 silkworm houses on the five floors of the Huayun Building, but Deacon Hui discovered some strange things.

That is, Fang Jian carefully inquired about the birthdays of each female cultivator. "Why are you checking their bodies and asking about their birthdays?"

Fang Jian smiled and said, "I won't tell you."

Deacon Hui snorted coldly and said, "It doesn't matter whether you tell me or not, but I warn you not to try to cause trouble. Otherwise, even if the elders value you again, you will not end up well."

"No need for you to remind me of this." Fang Jian said with a smile.

Six hours later, Fang Jian collected brief information about the more than one thousand female cultivators, then left the Huayun Building and returned to the Spiritual Medicine Garden.