Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1232 640: Only Crippling His Limbs

The Cultivation Technique held an imperfection, its sole flaw.

"Toss her into the Pill Furnace!"

Nie Shan bellowed commanding.

The guards commenced untying the girl from the stone pillar, dragging her brutally towards the Pill Furnace.

The elder guard's hands were shaking severely, failing to undo the ropes after a prolonged struggle.

"Useless!"

With a swift kick, Nie Shan sent the guard flying and proceeded to do it himself.

"You cannot even manage this minor task, what good are you?"

The guard remained seated on the ground, observing the girl being hauled towards the Pill Furnace, a sense of reluctance present.

"Young Master Nie... they are still merely children..."

"Silence!"

Nie Shan delivered a sharp slap across his face.

"To be offered as sacrifices for Father’s grand scheme is their highest honor!"

Gu Sheng watched with a cold gaze, a furious intent surging within his heart.

The eldest among these girls was merely fifteen or sixteen years old, the youngest barely eight or nine; yet they were on the verge of being transmuted into living elixirs.

His fists clenched tightly, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

At this precise moment, a sudden uproar erupted from the direction of the City Lord Mansion's main gate.

"City Lord, have mercy!"

"Spare my daughter, I beg you!"

"She is only twelve..."

Hundreds of citizens, having breached the guards' blockade, now knelt at the perimeter of the plaza, prostrating themselves repeatedly.

The majority of these desperate individuals were elders and women, their foreheads bleeding profusely from the constant kowtows, yet they persisted.

Qingsheng City Lord scowled, displaying a trace of impatience.

"Such noise."

Nie Shan, instantly grasping the sentiment, turned and commanded loudly.

"Expel these insignificant peasants! Any who dare to plead will face the lash!"

The guards immediately raised their long whips, brandishing them towards the citizens. The whip shadows carved through the air, striking flesh with an audible, sharp "snap."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull thuds echoed almost at the same instant, akin to a fist impacting hardened metal.

"Ah!"

The anguished cries of the guards erupted. The two who had delivered the blows stumbled back, clutching their fists, their finger bones already misshapen and broken.

Without even glancing back, Gu Sheng continued to work at the chains binding the other Cultivators.

"How can this be?"

One of the guards' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Old Zhang's and Old Li's 'Bone Shattering Fist' can cripple even Golden Core Cultivators! This young man..."

The freed Cultivator weakly lifted his head and spoke to Gu Sheng.

"Fellow Daoist, you must leave quickly! Abandon me! They..."

Gu Sheng merely shook his head, his hands still busy with another set of restraints.

"Silence, conserve your strength."

The two injured guards exchanged a look, their faces a mask of terror.

Bound by their duty, they grit their teeth and charged once more.

"Perish!"

This time, their weapons were deployed.

A Poisoned Short Knife and a Wolf Fang Club lunged towards Gu Sheng's back and knees, their trajectories sharp and merciless.

Gu Sheng finally turned, a frigid glint appearing in his eyes.

"Begone."

A single word, uttered like a clap of thunder.

The guards' assaults froze mid-air, their bodies seemingly ensnared by unseen forces, levitating uncontrollably.

"No... don't!"

They thrashed in sheer panic, but their struggles were in vain.

With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, Gu Sheng sent both guards hurtling towards the plaza's center, directly into the colossal Pill Furnace.