Painted boats on the Qinhuai River.
All the girls were imprisoned in one room.
They were surrounded by a group of men dressed in Taoist robes, their hair uniformly tied back with wooden hairpins.
Their expressions were serious, their eyes like those of hawks, fixed intently on the group of women in the middle.
The women huddled together, some weeping with their faces covered, their expressions filled with fear and worry about the unknown.
The slightest sound would bring a beating and a scolding.
These are all girls from the painted boats on the Qinhuai River.
Most of them were not there voluntarily.
Some were betrayed by their boyfriends or partners, others were sold off by relatives, and many were even sold in by their parents...
None of the Taoist priests spoke; if the women tried to escape, they would be brutally beaten.
When they first entered this place, they had all been beaten, and their bodies had developed a conditioned reflex, so they dared not resist at all.
Zhai Heng cast a spell on them, so that no matter where they escaped to in the world, they would die instantly if Zhai Heng made a hand gesture.
The reason they were gathered together was simply so that Su Lenghe could have a more direct experience of it.
There's an even more important point.
He had already given orders to his men that if he did not return by then, none of the girls would survive.
Regardless of the circumstances, these women will all die because of Su Lenghe.
These girls died because Su Lenghe refused to help them.
The moment Su Lenghe sealed Zhai Heng, Zhai Heng immediately made a hand seal.
He couldn't help but want to see the scene of these girls dying because of Su Lenghe.
The next second, he froze, his face full of astonishment.
He could still clearly sense that the girls were still alive.
Su Lenghe noticed his doubt and gave a cool smile: "Your brain is too easy to guess."
Zhai Heng said incredulously, "Impossible, you are right in front of me, you did not break my spell at all."
"Your men can only destroy my Five Elements Formation at most. How did you manage to do that?"
Su Lenghe turned around gracefully: "You have a long life ahead of you, take your time to think about it."
"Su Lenghe...you come back here! Ugh—"
"You think you can save people by going there now? You'll just see corpses everywhere, ugh—"
Zhai Heng was sealed inside a stepping stone next to the cesspool. Although he was now a stone, his nose could still clearly smell the odor coming from the cesspool.
The nauseating smell kept flooding into his respiratory system.
He wanted to reach out and cover his nose, but unfortunately he was just a stone and had no hands.
They could only watch helplessly as Su Lenghe used a teleportation spell and disappeared from sight.
A hint of resentment flashed in Zhai Heng's eyes.
He has already used a shielding magic circle.
Apart from himself and the people trapped in the magic circle, no one else could be found.
No matter how powerful Su Lenghe is, people will still die because of her.
A black mist shrouded the night sky.
There was no moon or stars in the sky; it was pitch black.
This is extremely unusual.
This year, no one burned paper money on the streets during the Ghost Festival.
The vast street was deserted.
"This is terrifying! Let me out!" A girl, terrified, screamed and tried to escape.
"Time's up!" a Taoist priest shouted sternly, his whisk poised to strike the girl. "Kill!"
At a command, the Taoist priests drew their weapons and walked towards the girls.
They were trembling with fear and huddled together in terror.
They were surrounded by Taoist priests, and had nowhere to hide.
The girl thought she was going to die this time and closed her eyes in despair.
After waiting for a long time without feeling any pain, the girl cautiously opened her eyes.
A woman with a graceful figure easily pinched the Taoist priest's whisk with two fingers.
The other Taoist priests seemed to have been frozen in place, as if a freeze button had been pressed.
Some people raised their knives high, ready to stab downwards, with fierce expressions on their faces.
The Taoist priest tried to pull the whisk back, but it seemed to have taken root.
His cheeks turned red from holding back his anger, but his whisk remained as still as a mountain.
"Su Lenghe!"
"It's Su Lenghe who came to our rescue!"
"Fairy!"
Someone in the crowd recognized Su Lenghe.
"Su Lenghe said in the live stream that she would come to save us, and I didn't expect her to actually come."
Some people were so moved that they shed tears.
Once grievances find an outlet, they become uncontrollable, like a flood.
The girls shed tears of grievance and gratitude.
Upon seeing Su Lenghe, they knew they were saved.
Su Lenghe's appearance was like a ray of dawn in despair, bringing hope to these girls who were trapped in a difficult situation.
Her gaze was firm yet gentle, like the warm sun shining after a harsh winter, warming the hearts of every girl.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I won't let anyone hurt you."
Those Taoist priests, who were originally fierce and vicious, were now frozen like wooden statues, unable to wield their weapons.
Their eyes were filled with doubt and fear.
They had all heard about Su Lenghe's deeds to some extent.
The two most outstanding members of Qingfeng Temple, the Celestial Masters, were killed by Su Lenghe.
They just didn't understand why Su Lenghe had appeared out of nowhere in front of them.
Su Lenghe's voice was cold: "Having done so many bad things, today I will cripple your cultivation."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, made a hand seal, and struck them.
"Ah!" they screamed in agony, their faces contorted in pain and as pale as paper.
"No!" Screams rose and fell as their cultivation was destroyed.
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