420: Chapter 331 420: Chapter 331 The medicinal book on the Bandit Leader’s person had been burned in the previous explosion, and now he could only rely on his memory to unwrap the buried medicines here, treating his wounds while coldly smirking at the sight of these drugs.
The governmental authorities think they’re so formidable?
Then let them wait for his revenge!
Previously, in order to enjoy the pleasures of women, he wasn’t clear about where these people came from!
He only knew they were disciples of the Immortal Sect, and at this moment, the Bandit Leader’s mind was consumed with thoughts of vengeance.
Where was there room for the women by his side or the children he once had?
The Bandit Leader’s women had borne him children, some boys, and some girls.
Perhaps due to his fickle heart, the women who had provided him with offspring held little affection in his heart.
Then his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge, forgetting even his children and women.
At the moment he was about to be killed, he had resigned himself to a mutual destruction, without a single thought for his women and children!
This selfish thought had always lingered in his mind.
He cultivated a somewhat sinister cultivation technique and, in concocting these medicines, had a great need for women!
He also used women to practice spells; it’s a pity that previously, the women he found among the common folk were all mortals!
This time, having finally obtained a woman who wanted to become the Bandit Chief’s Wife, the key point was that she was a cultivator woman who could bring him benefits!
Upon seeing the daughter of this couple, in fact, his wife was also within his plans.
He intended to take the daughter as his Bandit Chief’s Wife, then turn the mother into one of his women as well!
Just when he hadn’t expected it, that very day his subordinates brought him four women cultivators, each more formidable than the woman set to become his Bandit Chief’s Wife!
This made him temporarily forget about the Bandit Chief’s Wife’s mother, and while he was pleasantly surprised, he never expected to draw other people’s vengeance!
These two groups of people, with comrades seeking help, had come to rescue them, destroying his entire stockade!
He was betrayed by his subordinates, and this was always the reason he never shared all his secret dwellings with them—he didn’t quite trust his subordinates!
For instance, he did not impart his cultivation techniques or the method to concoct medicines to others!
His eldest child was already six or seven years old and had turned out to be rather useless, detected as having no Spiritual Root, whereas the younger girl had one.
He, however, did not value the girl.
His wife being a mortal, passing on any other cultivation techniques to the child wasn’t something the Mountain King cared about much.
Perhaps this parting would be their last.
What mattered most to the Mountain King now was to heal his wounds and then identify those he wanted revenge on, starting with the official families.
While feigning death, he knew the governmental officials were scavenging the stockade’s wealth!
That was wealth he and his subordinates had worked hard for, some of which was taken by the women, but a portion of their earnings had also been entrusted to the Advisor!
He was irritated—the leading Advisor was from the Government Office of the county magistrate, wasn’t he?
This despicable creature who spoke human words to people and ghostly words to ghosts, only the County Magistrate hadn’t appeared, but he couldn’t escape involvement either!
The Mountain King lay in hiding, nursing his wounds for a full day and night, daring not to venture out.
After all, although his recent death had been feigned, he needed to appear as if he had died from grievous injuries.
Even with healing medicine, such serious wounds wouldn’t fully heal overnight!
After a day and a night, the Mountain King’s wounds had somewhat improved.
His internal injuries were much better, and the skin burnt by the healing medicine was returning to its original color.
Picking up a mirror, he looked at his reflection.
Previously, to appear cooler, he had let a beard grow on his 30-something-year-old face, making him look over 40.
Looking at the mirror, he thought about how he had always presented himself with this face, a look of a full beard, recognizable to anyone even if he walked down the street in different clothes.
For the sake of revenge, now bereft of his stockade and followers, he could only operate in the dark, clandestinely, making a complete change of appearance a necessity!
The Mountain King shaved his beard.
It had been years since he had let those curly whiskers grow, sometimes only trimming the nose hair and the overly long strands.
Now he used his Magical Treasure to scrape off the hair from his face, removing the beard in clumps!
The mirror reflected the sight of tanned skin, which without the beard looked much younger!
After completely shaving off the beard and washing his face clean, he took another look in the mirror, and indeed, the face without the whiskers looked much younger.
If he wasn’t known too well by others, perhaps they wouldn’t recognize him at all!
The Mountain King did not immediately leave the place.
It was here that he could heal his wounds and store treasures.
This place had food to eat, clothes to wear, and everyday living supplies!
A few days later, the Mountain King felt that his injuries had healed, and that’s when he could hardly bear the urge to get out.
There were escape tunnels leading out of this underground chamber, besides the one to the stockade.
He left through one of them, not immediately seeking revenge on the governmental officials or searching for his subordinates.
This betrayal by his subordinates had enraged him so much that he did not immediately concern himself with their fate, but instead sneaked out to gather information secretly.
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Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin, together with the people they had rescued, witnessed from the skies above the fate of those who do evil and incur public wrath—how miserably they can end up when ordinary people seek vengeance!
But such misery brought great satisfaction to onlookers, with no one feeling even the slightest sympathy for them!
Not killing them on the spot and instead handing them over to the authorities was already merciful.
Perhaps being sent by the authorities to some distant place as laborers was a better fate than death!