Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 862 - 421 Sisters

Chapter 862: Chapter 421 Sisters

As the Ghost City disappeared, the eerie ghostly aura dissipated, and the people who were originally unconscious began to wake up one after another.

However, after waking up, the cultivators were astonished to discover that their cultivation had remarkably advanced.

Even those soldiers who had never ventured onto the path of cultivation noticed that their bodies seemed rejuvenated, their physique more robust, and their strength had increased many times over compared to before.

Recalling the bizarre scene of these people spitting black ink earlier, Jiang Shouzhong pondered silently: "Could it be due to the ghostly aura?"

"I never imagined, after years of bitter perseverance, that today I would have such an opportunity, to achieve the status of a Little Grandmaster in one fell swoop! Truly, opportunities are only found amidst dangers! Heaven has eyes, heaven has eyes!"

Taoist Wulang couldn’t hide his excitement and joy and shouted loudly.

Monk Bugui, standing nearby, nudged Taoist Wulang with his elbow and then nodded towards Jiang Shouzhong, saying:

"We owe this opportunity entirely to Brother Jiang... err, Hero Jiang. Without Hero Jiang’s help, we would have perished in that Ghost City, let alone improving our cultivation. We ought to be grateful to Hero Jiang indeed."

Hearing this, Taoist Wulang quickly came to his senses and repeatedly agreed.

The others who were caught in a frenzy of joy also came back to their senses and stepped forward one by one to sincerely thank Jiang Shouzhong.

Having witnessed Jiang Shouzhong’s immense cultivation, these people had already regarded him as a godlike figure in their hearts, harboring only reverence within.

Taoist Wulang, with a wide grin on his face, jogged over to Jiang Shouzhong, revealing an attitude of utmost respect, and hurriedly said:

"Hero Jiang, your lifesaving grace is like rebirth from one’s parents. If you have any commands in the future, just say the word, and we will do our utmost. Even if it means crossing mountains of knives and seas of fire, we won’t frown a bit!"

Monk Bugui nodded frequently and echoed:

"Hero Jiang, our lives are yours, feel free to use us as you will. Even if it’s for ordinary matters, we are willing to toil hard with sincerity."

The others also echoed in agreement.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but chuckle and waved his hand:

"A chance meeting is nothing more than a fate, so there’s no need for such formality. If I truly need your help in the future, I won’t hesitate to ask."

"That’s good, that’s good."

Everyone felt a sense of relief, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Regardless of the sincerity of the words, befriending such a figure could not be a bad thing.

Jiang Shouzhong then found Guan Dayong, the husband of the Pang Family, and said:

"I forgot to tell you one thing, I once killed a group of soldiers of the Fifth Prince, and their armor and weapons are buried in the mountains five miles outside your village.

Your wife knows the specific location; if you need them for self-defense, you can dig them out for your use. However, whether you can protect yourselves in the future depends entirely on your abilities and fortune."

"Thank you, Hero Jiang!"

Guan Dayong quickly cupped his hands in respect and sincerely thanked him.

After a few casual conversations and worrying about the situation on Jiang Wan’s side, Jiang Shouzhong bade farewell to everyone in haste.

Watching Jiang Shouzhong’s departing figure, Taoist Wulang hesitated: "This Brother Jiang is truly chivalrous; we benefit from his grace yet haven’t done anything, it feels uneasy."

Monk Bugui suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Stinky Taoist, why don’t we do something ourselves."

"What do you mean?" Taoist Wulang didn’t understand.

Monk Bugui said: "Just now, Brother Jiang saved so many people from the Jianghu and also demonstrated extraordinary skills, why don’t we recruit these people..."

Monk Bugui made a fist gesture.

The two of them were always on the same wavelength, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts. Taoist Wulang stroked his long beard and said:

"Indeed, indeed, we can’t meddle with the Jianghu of the Central Plains, but in this small Jianghu of Nanjin Country, we can gather some influence. When Brother Jiang truly needs us in the future, we can contribute more, don’t you agree?"

The two hit it off immediately and started to mobilize.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who were preparing to return home gathered together as well.

Guan Dayong informed everyone about the hidden weapons and said solemnly:

"Guys, let me make it clear: if any of you wish to return home, I will not stop you.

However, you all know the current situation well; even if you go home today, how long will you truly be safe? Other princes will appear sooner or later, and when that time comes, we might still not escape disaster."

"Brother Guan, in your opinion, what should we do?"

Asked a soldier standing nearby.

Guan Dayong took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said:

"Why don’t we form a team ourselves, not seeking great achievements, just to secure and protect the elders and brothers in our village properly.

If by chance in the future, the team can grow and develop, we can then plan things gradually, there’s no rush."

In the past, these people, who were just ordinary civilians, would have trembled at the thought of forming a private army, let alone discussing it.

After all, it was a grave crime that could cost them their heads.

But now, with the country in turmoil and having just returned from the brink of death, they were not concerned anymore.

Moreover, due to the fortuitous encounter with the Ghost City, their physiques and strength had greatly improved, far surpassing the well-trained elite soldiers.