Upon witnessing this scene, all of us were stunned.
We never imagined that so many nascent souls were imprisoned here.
Four to five hundred, if counted as people, that would be four to five hundred individuals.
And the final destination for these nascent souls, confined here, was to be fertilizer for those Immortal Rice.
If we moved closer, we could see into those black water rice fields.
Nascent souls were submerged within them.
They were unable to move, whimpering softly, crowded together in the rice paddies.
The roots of the rice stalks had already pierced their bodies.
Continuously draining the soul power of these nascent souls.
Until their souls were scattered completely…
"Damn, there are so many nascent souls imprisoned here.
How long do you usually use these nascent souls?
How much of this ghost rice can you cultivate?"
Old Mo asked.
The Black Nether Ghost King remained obsequious, answering truthfully:
"Daoist Priest, this batch of nascent souls can only be used for about half a year.
This is mainly because the Immortal Rice here is very special, with a longer growth cycle, requiring a full year to mature."
Upon hearing this, our hearts sank once more.
A dark line formed across our faces.
These were four to five hundred nascent souls, four to five hundred lives.
Yet, they were only sufficient for half a year's nourishment for this rice.
And this place had existed for over eighty years.
Calculating this way, how many nascent souls had been captured here, becoming nourishment for these Immortal Rice?
Uncle-Master raised his eyebrows, appearing quite angered:
"This Longevity Society is truly vicious.
Thousands of nascent souls are harmed each year.
Xiao Qin, Xiao Mo, Xiao Xia."
Uncle-Master called out.
Upon hearing Uncle-Master speak, we three juniors all looked towards him:
"Uncle-Master!"
"Master!"
"Uncle Tang!"
Uncle-Master, hearing our three replies, immediately said:
"Break the chains, free them."
With that, he drew the broadsword from his back and with a single strike, severed a soul-iron chain exuding black energy.
With a "clang."
The iron lock dissipated into a wisp of black energy.
A large iron cage crashed to the ground with a "bang."
The dozens of ghosts inside, seeing their cage fall, were all terrified.
Each one was uneasy and extremely frightened.
Facing us, especially the Black Nether Ghost King, they immediately knelt down:
"Ghost King, please spare us!"
"Ghost King, please don't kill me, I was very wealthy in life, I can give you money!"
"Ghost King, please, I don't want to become fertilizer, I don't want my soul scattered."
"..."
The dozens of nascent souls in the cage begged.
In the face of life and death, it mattered little whether one was a living person or a ghost.
Even ants cling to life, and these nascent souls did not wish to completely dissipate…
The Black Nether Ghost King looked embarrassed, not daring to speak at this moment.
But Uncle-Master took a step forward.
Addressing all the ghosts in the entire prison chamber loudly, he said:
"Everyone, do not panic.
We, your Daoist Priests, are here to rescue you."
Uncle-Master's voice was very loud.
After speaking, he split open the iron cage with a strike of his broadsword.
The ghosts inside were all bewildered.
Looking at Uncle-Master Tang before them.
And the three of us juniors, we also began to act.
We started striking at the soul locks and iron chains around us.
With each strike of the peach wood sword, these iron locks, condensed from Yin and cold energy, were severed.
The sound of "bang bang bang" continued to echo.
These iron cages, one after another, fell to the ground.
Uncle-Master also raised his peach wood broadsword.
Continuously cleaving open these cages.
The souls rescued were incredibly excited.
From the moment they were imprisoned, they knew their fate.
Their hearts were filled with immense pain and torment.
But who would have thought they would be saved by us now.
Their emotions were overwhelming, beyond words.
Many nascent souls were filled with gratitude.
After rushing out of their cages, they danced with joy and thanked us profusely.
Several nascent souls even knelt before us.
"Thank you, Daoist Priests, for your great kindness."
"Daoist Priests, you are our reborn parents!"
"We don't have to be fertilizer anymore, we don't have to be fertilizer."
"..."
These nascent souls shouted excitedly.
Some sobbed out loud.
And these rescued nascent souls, after their initial excitement, also channeled their rage towards the surrounding Immortal Rice.
They all rushed towards the nearby rice fields, pulling out all the rice stalks rooted in their souls.
And these rice stalks, as if alive,
Each one pulled from the black water trembled.
And when broken, they bled crimson blood…
And just as we were rescuing these nascent souls and destroying the surrounding Immortal Rice.
The Black Nether Ghost King seized the opportunity to release waves of black energy.
Shaking a yellow talisman on his chest to the ground.
He then began to retreat.
And I saw his actions.
After all, I had been watching him throughout this journey.
Even though he had been very obedient all along, showing no sign of resistance.
I remained wary of him.
I watched him retreat and quickly moved.
The Black Nether Ghost King had been constantly observing Uncle-Master.
After all, Uncle-Master had the highest cultivation.
Seeing Uncle-Master focused on rescuing the ghosts and not noticing him,
After retreating several meters, his face lit up with joy as he suddenly turned and attempted to flee.
But the moment he turned.
I directly blocked his path.
Holding my peach wood sword, my expression cold, I asked:
"Where do you think you're going?"