Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 374 Yin Yang Harmony Sect

There were no Buddha statues, no shrines, and no offering tables in the hall.

In the middle is a huge pool of blood.

The blood pool was dark red and viscous like paste, with bones, hair, scraps of cloth, and... human fingers floating on it.

Around the blood pool stood nine stone pillars, each with a woman tied to it.

They were completely naked, their bodies covered in blood-red runes. Some were unconscious, while others were still moaning weakly, their voices barely audible.

Yao Yao stood at the door, watching all of this, her hands trembling.

Lan Fenghuang's face was as white as paper.

A cold glint flashed in Lingbo's eyes.

Lin Chen stood by the blood pool, looking at the nine women tied to the stone pillars, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned around and walked out of the hall.

In the courtyard outside, the six heretical cultivators were still kneeling on the ground.

Lin Chen walked up to them and looked down at them.

"How long have you been practicing your skills on living people?"

No one answered.

Lin Chen asked again, "How long have you been training?"

A shady practitioner stammered, "Three...three years..."

"Three years." Lin Chen nodded. "In three years, how many people have you harmed?"

The heretical practitioner dared not speak.

Lin Chen didn't ask any more questions.

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

The bodies of the six evil cultivators froze simultaneously, as if they had been frozen in place.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, trying to scream but unable to utter a sound.

Then, their bodies began to contort.

It wasn't distorted by external forces, but rather began to collapse from the inside out.

The sounds of bones cracking, tendons breaking, and flesh separating blended together like a strange symphony.

Six people turned into a puddle of mud in three seconds.

Yao Yao stared blankly at the six puddles of mud.

Blue Phoenix sighed, "You're being too ruthless!"

Lin Chen said calmly, "It's a waste to take another hit on someone like this."

He turned and walked toward the ruins, where the bald, burly man was still buried.

The bald, burly man wasn't dead yet, but he was close to it.

Eighty percent of his bones were broken; he lay in the ruins like a crushed worm.

Lin Chen squatted down and looked at him: "Who's behind you?"

The bald, burly man, blood gushing from his mouth, said haltingly:

"You...you should just kill me..."

"Want to die?" Lin Chen laughed. "Not so easy. Tell me, who ordered you?"

The bald, burly man closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate.

Lin Chen reached out and pressed down on his crown.

Soul Search.

The bald, burly man's memories flooded into Lin Chen's mind like a tidal wave.

He saw a palace hidden deep in the mountains, filled with blood-red runes and eerie statues.

He saw a group of people dressed in blood-red robes chanting incantations around an altar.

He saw a woman dressed in a blood-red wedding gown, sitting on a throne made of bones, her face veiled in red so that her features were obscured.

The final shot of the scene is a stone plaque on a mountain gate—the Yin-Yang Harmony Gate.

Lin Chen released his grip and stood up.

The bald, burly man was dead, bleeding from all seven orifices, utterly dead.

Lan Fenghuang walked over: "You found out?"

Lin Chen nodded. "The Yin-Yang Harmony Sect."

Lan Fenghuang was taken aback: "The Yin-Yang Harmony Sect? That... and the Central Plains..."

"It's different," Lin Chen interrupted her, saying calmly.

"Although the Zhongzhou Hehuan Sect has a bad reputation, it follows the orthodox path of dual cultivation, emphasizing the harmony of yin and yang and mutual benefit."

Even if someone is harvested for stamina, they die in a state of extreme bliss.

This Yin-Yang Union Sect is the most evil of all evil sects, specializing in harming others for personal gain, harvesting the life essence of people for cultivation, and seeking only resentment to cause people to die in extreme agony.

Yao Yao, listening nearby, asked nervously:

"Is the Hehuan Sect related to this Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect?"

Lin Chen glanced at her. "Yes, the Hehuan Sect was a branch of this Yin Yang Hehuan Sect."

Thousands of years ago, the Yin-Yang Union Sect split into two branches due to differences in their philosophies.

One branch remained in the Southern Wilderness, went astray, and became the Yin-Yang Union Sect.

Another branch went north to the Central Plains, changed their route, and that is your Hehuan Sect.

Yao Yao nodded thoughtfully:

"No wonder my master said that we are not true heretics; this is the root of the problem."

Lan Fenghuang asked curiously, "What did your master say?"

Yao Yao thought for a moment, then mimicked Mei Jiu Niang's tone, twisting her body as she spoke:

"The art of 'sexual cultivation' emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, and the mutual pleasure of fish and water."

Those heretical and unorthodox practitioners only know how to act recklessly, burning people like firewood; they have no sense of fun whatsoever and cannot comprehend the fundamental principles of Yin and Yang.

Lin Chen's lips twitched upon hearing this.

They belong to the same demonic sect, yet they've started to dislike each other.

Lan Fenghuang couldn't help but laugh: "Your master certainly has a unique personality."

Yao Yao nodded gently, "My master isn't a bad person in the Demonic Sect. At least he's very kind to the sisters in the sect."

Lin Chen didn't say anything more and turned to look at the wooden cages.

"Get them out of there first."

The three of them divided the work and cooperated.

With a flick of her white sleeve, Lingbo snapped the chains of all the wooden cages.

Lan Fenghuang and Yao Yao went in and helped the women who were imprisoned out one by one.

Lin Chen stood aside, not making a move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but those women were afraid of men; some even screamed and trembled with fear.

He first notified Yan Da to bring people from Donghai City to pick up the people. Then, with a sweep of his divine sense, all the members of the Sand Sea Gang on the island bled from their seven orifices and died suddenly!

Yenching University arrived quickly, bringing more than a dozen ships and several squads of soldiers.

The soldiers carried the women onto the boat very gently, as if afraid of hurting them.

A soldier picked up a girl who looked about three or four years old. The girl was skin and bones, covered in wounds, and her eyes were closed; it was unclear whether she was asleep or...

The soldier reached out and checked her breath, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Alive... still alive..."

Yao Yao watched from the side, tears streaming down her face.

She walked over, took the girl from the soldier, held her in her arms, and whispered:

"It's alright, it's alright, your sister will take you home."

The girl seemed to have heard something and slightly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were as empty as a bottomless pit.

Yao Yao cried even harder.

By daybreak, all the abducted people had been rescued.

There were a total of 373 people, including 341 adult women and 32 children.

The youngest is just over one year old, and the oldest is no more than fifteen.

Nineteen people were already dead when they were rescued.

Their bodies were completely hollowed out by the evil magic, their internal organs were failing, and there was no way to save them.

Lin Chen instructed his men to properly collect their remains and bury them in a place with good feng shui.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Lin Chen and the others finally headed back home.