Only Cripple His Limbs

That was the gap between circulation cycles, and also the only flaw.

"Throw them into the pill furnace!"

Nie Shan shouted sharply.

The guards began untying the girls from the stone pillars and roughly dragged them toward the pill furnace.

The older guard's hands trembled badly. After struggling for a long time, he still could not untie the ropes.

"Useless trash!"

Nie Shan kicked the guard aside and did it himself.

"You can't even handle something this simple. What use are you?"

The guard fell to the ground. Looking at the girls being dragged toward the pill furnace, he could not bear it.

"Young Master... they're all just children—"

"Shut up!"

Nie Shan backhanded him across the face.

"It is their honor to sacrifice themselves for Father's great cause!"

Gu Sheng watched coldly, killing intent surging in his heart.

The oldest of these girls were only fifteen or sixteen, while the youngest were merely eight or nine. Yet they were about to be refined alive into bloody water.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

At that moment, a sudden commotion came from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion gates.

"Have mercy, City Lord!"

"Please spare my daughter!"

"She's only twelve!"

More than a hundred commoners broke through the guards' blockade and knelt at the edge of the square, continuously kowtowing.

Most of them were elderly people and women. Their foreheads bled from the repeated blows, yet they still did not stop.

The Qing Sheng City Lord frowned, visibly impatient.

"How noisy."

Nie Shan immediately understood and turned to shout.

"Drive these lowly commoners out! Anyone who dares plead again, whip them!"

The guards rushed at the commoners with long whips. The whips lashed through the air, striking flesh and producing teeth-grinding smack! smack! sounds.