Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

The unique talent of 【Plain Jade and Unpolished Gold】 is slowly taking effect.

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Chapter 93 Harvesting and Severing, a Man Named Huaiyi

"This feeling is quite like returning to simplicity."

On the bed, Jingming slowly opened his eyes, his previously bright eyes now calm.

It was then bathed in a new layer of light.

As a six-year-old child, it's impossible for him to have that kind of reserved gaze.

"Old Liu, do you really want me to fight against the righteous path?"

Jingming pushed open the door and instantly appeared beside Liu Mang, looking at Liu Mang and Zeng Chen with a half-smile.

"Master"

Seeing Jingming suddenly appear beside him, Liu Mang was startled, and the hazy drunkenness instantly vanished.

"Sect Leader, please."

When did you arrive?

Liu Mang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously.

The sect leader probably didn't hear what he just said, right?

"I heard it when I was in the room."

Jingming looked at Liu Mang and said with a smile.

Wow!

Liu Mang suddenly stood up, making a sound as he sat down on the long bench. He was about to kneel before Jingming, but an invisible force pressed him back into his seat.

Meanwhile, Zeng Chen and Huang Yi, who had spoken earlier, were also pinned to their positions and unable to move.

"Sect Leader, I can explain."

Feeling the power within his body, Liu Mang said in a trembling voice.

"Tell me."

Jingming smiled and then spoke.

"Didn't you say before that the Thunder Technique was still lacking the five vital energies in the chest to be unblocked?"

"We just hope that you can have a philosophical discussion with the people of Shenxiao Mountain in Longhu Mountain to improve your cultivation."

As Liu Mang spoke, a hint of grievance appeared on his face.

"Oh, I misunderstood you."

Jingming grinned and said softly.

"Of course, as long as you say the word, Sect Leader, we'll go to Longhu Mountain and steal the Five Thunder Orthodox Method for you."

Liu Mang spoke loudly, seemingly expressing his loyalty.

"There's no need to go up Longhu Mountain."

Jingming shook his head slightly, and at the same time released the inverted eight directions that had been enveloping Liu Mang and the others.

Once his body recovered, Liu Mang breathed a huge sigh of relief and then collapsed onto the table, slumped over.

The other two, Zeng Chen and Huang Yi, are similar.

"Teacher, let's set off now, or we'll be late."

After glancing at Liu Mang and the others who were pretending to be dead while lying on the table, Jingming couldn't help but look at Wang Yaozu.

"Alright, I'm quite full now, so let's get going."

Upon receiving Jingming's gaze, Wang Yaozu grinned, grabbed the last bit of wine on the table, and stood up.

Lan Gu, who was standing nearby, also followed along, carrying her basket.

"Let's go. If you want to stay here, then stay here."

Jingming reminded the people at the table.

Shicheng

In the third year of the Xuantong reign (1911), a great flood swept across thousands of miles.

The original official road had been completely turned into sand, and as far as the eye could see, the river tributaries were densely packed with small boats belonging to the Tanka people. Fishing nets and the tattered clothes of the people living on the boats were drying on the riverbank.

Along the crumbling city wall, numerous low shacks were haphazardly erected, the buildings so densely packed that their eaves almost touched. The light was dim. A cacophony of smells and sounds assaulted the senses of Jingming and the others.

The strongest smell in the air was fishy. There were not only many fish farms here, but also many small shops making fish balls. Whether it was a fish farm or a fish ball shop, fish were being killed and deboned right on the street. The street was a mess, with dirty water mixed with blood, scales and entrails flowing everywhere, stinking and foul.

In the third year of the Xuantong reign, the entire region was in chaos.

Compared to ordinary people who are pale and thin, Jingming, who is like a generous benefactor, is particularly eye-catching.

Especially when walking among a group of refugees.

"I never expected to encounter something like this here."

Jingming's hands hung at his sides, his body leaned slightly forward, and he looked calmly at the scene before him.

Two children, one with gouged eyes, twisted arms and legs, lay there in a contorted position.

It looked as if his entire scalp had been peeled off, and his hands and feet had been cut into several pieces, yet they were still connected by thin threads.

The two situations before him reminded Jingming of a term: "harvesting and mutilating life."

"Liu Mang, go and find out where these people are."

Jingming paused for a moment before speaking.

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang grinned and then walked into the alley next to the two children.

"You guys go too."

"Find out all the relevant people in this city."

Jingming approached the child whose scalp had been peeled off, reached out, and gently stroked the child's terrifying and grotesque head.

"Unfortunately, I can't save you with my current abilities."

Jingming sighed softly and said in a somewhat heavy tone.

He hasn't even reached the second level of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Realm yet. He can't even bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded himself, let alone ask others to do the same.

"However, I can allow you two to take your revenge before you leave."

As Jingming spoke, he squatted down again and stroked the other child's head.

The two children's tongues were also cut off, and they could only make some weak "ah ah ah" sounds.

"Sect Leader, I have brought you the person you requested."

While Jingming remained silent and Wang Yaozu and the others watched coldly, Liu Mang emerged from the alley carrying a thin, frail man.

"Sect Leader, this is the person you're looking for. This guy is quite cunning."

If it weren't for Iron Shirt, he would have been killed.

How many children like you are there?

Jingming leaned down and looked at the man who had been thrown to the ground by Liu Mang, and said in a low voice.

In the third year of the Xuantong reign, some people wore queues while others wore whips.

Compared to Jingming and his group, the person in front of them had a long, oily braid.

"I'll give you three breaths to think about your answer to my question."

Jingming met the other person's eyes.

[Human Body Magnetic Field]: Eye Magnetic Field!

[Tiger's Might!]

Using both abilities directly, the man with the braid instantly entered a dazed state.

"Answer me, where is your gang? How many children have you harmed?"

Jingming asked slowly.

"woooooo"

The bewildered man with the braid opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single specific piece of information.

Gaba!

With a slight movement, Jingming restored the man's chin to its original position.

“We have taken over the management of No. 50 Hutong on East Street, where there are a total of 67 children.”

The man with the braid murmured to himself.