1012 The Eldest Senior Sister! (1/2)

The conditions of the children rescued were not a pretty sight, but most of them were relatively unimpaired. There were a few children whose legs were broken, however, most probably due to their lack of talent for cultivation and could not be sold normally; these would be children forced to beg on the streets later on with their inflicted handicaps.

The seven disciples also found several children whose bodies were stuck in pots with only their heads left outside in the deeper part of the secret chamber. This was a method to cultivate dwarves and deformed humans; the targeted children would complete their growth in the pots before being trained with entertaining skills. These were candidates for future circus stunts or begging as well.

Many of the young girls saved were delicate and pretty, obviously unharmed nor tortured. While these young maidens were safe, they had to be aware of any accidents that could happen during their puberty. If their faces were scarred, if they were to grow fat, if they were to turn ugly… only hell would be waiting for them…

The seven children were in agony.

”Search carefully! All the wealth here belongs to us!”

Guo Nuanyang spoke icily, ”We're on a mission, we accept payment to kill these people, so the saying robbing lives and not robbing wealth is nonexistent in our case. Do not miss out on a single dime!”

”Seven of you move separately. Your merits will be decided according to your loot!”

Under Guo Nuanyang's command, the seven disciples dispersed and went on their own way.

It was after seeing the children depart on their separate ways that Guo Nuanyang flew out in anguish. He had to collect the bodies of the three other children. The injuries on the children were fine, but he really did not know how to relay the three children's deaths to Yun Yang…

Searching around to affirm the situation, Guo Nuanyang's eyes bulged. He could only find one corpse… Where were the other two bodies? Where had they gone to?

The one he found was the boy whose head had been crushed. Guo Nuanyang was sure that the other two children were killed – Cheng Jiajia's chest had been stabbed with a sword and subsequently experienced a mystical Qi eruption; there was a hole in her chest. How was it possible that she was not dead after such a trauma?

As for the other boy, his chest had also been pierced with a sword, the blade going right through his heart. The mystical Qi that ran across made a big gap on his back. It an equally fatal wound.

Suffering from such injuries, there was no alternate ending if the victims did not have a cultivation base of Saint-level and above. Even if a Supreme Saint were to protect and heal the victims, it was barely possible for them to survive.

Nonetheless, these two bodies were missing!

Guo Nuanyang's brows were knitted into a deep frown.

The forty to fifty children whom the seven young disciples had saved and brought to a corner of the yard were squeezed together, trembling like a nest of chicks in the winter wind. Those with broken legs and those who were in pots with basically unusable limbs were gathered in the center.

Guo Nuanyang sighed, regret filling him when he glanced at these children. He should not have let those vermin meet their death so easily just now; he should have wounded them and tortured them, one slash after another, so they could live as long as possible going through such torment every day. When they would be on the brink of death, they would be saved to resume the torture.

That was how the account could be settled.

Looking at the pitiful children, Guo Nuanyang retrieved several bottles without hesitation and gave each child a pill. These were medicinal pills with excellent healing effects that Dong Qitian had refined; they were especially useful for internal injuries and external wounds. To these children, specifically the handicapped ones and those still kept inside pots, the efficacy would be massive.

Guo Nuanyang then quickly adjusted and recovered the positions of the broken bones of those children with broken legs, reconnecting the bones and giving them an additional recovery pill to ensure that the medicinal effect was adequately potent. As for the children inside the pots whose limbs were soft and deformed, he bit his lips and broke their bones in order to join them again; he then delivered a shot of vital energy to each child alongside the four pills to help them regrow their muscles and bones.

Everything else depended on the Residence of Nine Supremes spiritual energy atmosphere…

After a bout of treatment, Guo Nuanyang waited for a while before he saw the seven children walk out, dragging huge boxes behind them. A massive amount of assets filled the yard. The children went back to move more boxes…

”Move them all back!”

Rancor grew in Guo Nuanyang as he watched the piles of resources and fortune. How many children had they harmed to accumulate such an amount of wealth?

Guo Nuanyang's frown was still locked in place.