With several hundred townspeople in tow, Wang Chen met up with Zhang Dahu and the others who had remained outside the town.
The townspeople who had followed Wang Chen out and then returned had been on tenterhooks as they waited, terrified that Wang Chen would be no match for the Evil Spirits and end up trapped inside the town.
Then they would lose their guardian deity.
To their surprise, Wang Chen had ended the battle so quickly—and brought back so many people with him.
At the sight of one familiar face after another, many wept with joy.
One townsman cautiously asked, "Immortal Master, will those Evil Spirits come back?"
Everything he owned was in the town—his house, Spirit Field, and shop. None of it could be taken away.
If the Evil Spirits had all been destroyed,
he truly did not want to leave.
And his thoughts were shared by quite a few others.
Everyone looked at Wang Chen with hopeful eyes.
Wang Chen glanced at him. "They will."
The townsman lowered his head awkwardly.
Wang Chen could understand what they were thinking, but he would not give them any assurances.
The reason he had spent the time and effort to save these townspeople was that doing good and accumulating virtue could increase his fortune.
Fortune could neither be seen nor touched, nor would it appear on the Cultivation Panel.
But Wang Chen had discovered long ago that doing good deeds really could improve one's luck.
Thus, so long as his own safety was ensured, he was willing to do things others considered rather "foolish."
After extinguishing the hopes of those clinging to luck, Wang Chen led the townspeople toward Huai Shan County Town.
But a new problem arose.
Of these six to seven hundred townspeople, the elderly, weak, women, and