Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 420 - 420 331

420: Chapter 331 420: Chapter 331 The dicinal book on the Bandit Leader’s person had been burned in the previous explosion, and now he could only rely on his mory to unwrap the buried dicines here, treating his wounds while coldly smirking at the sight of these drugs.

The governntal authorities think they’re so formidable?

Then let them wait for his revenge!

Previously, in order to enjoy the pleasures of won, he wasn’t clear about where these people ca from!

He only knew they were disciples of the Immortal Sect, and at this mont, the Bandit Leader’s mind was consud with thoughts of vengeance.

Where was there room for the won by his side or the children he once had?

The Bandit Leader’s won had borne him children, so boys, and so girls.

Perhaps due to his fickle heart, the won 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 won.

At the mont he was about to be killed, he had resigned himself to a mutual destruction, without a single thought for his won and children!

This selfish thought had always lingered in his mind.

He cultivated a sowhat sinister cultivation technique and, in concocting these dicines, had a great need for won!

He also used won to practice spells; it’s a pity that previously, the won he found among the common folk were all mortals!

This ti, having finally obtained a woman who wanted to beco 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 won as well!

Just when he hadn’t expected it, that very day his subordinates brought him four won cultivators, each more formidable than the woman set to beco 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 co 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 thod to concoct dicines 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 sothing 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 governntal officials were scavenging the stockade’s wealth!

That was wealth he and his subordinates had worked hard for, so of which was taken by the won, but a portion of their earnings had also been entrusted to the Advisor!

He was irritated—the leading Advisor was from the Governnt 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 involvent 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 dicine, such serious wounds wouldn’t fully heal overnight!

After a day and a night, the Mountain King’s wounds had sowhat improved.

His internal injuries were much better, and the skin burnt by the healing dicine 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-sothing-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, sotis 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 imdiately 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 imdiately seeking revenge on the governntal officials or searching for his subordinates.

This betrayal by his subordinates had enraged him so much that he did not imdiately 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 rciful.

Perhaps being sent by the authorities to so distant place as laborers was a better fate than death!