It wasn't that the Ghost King feared this army. What he feared was the court's attitude toward them. If the court was determined to wipe out the Ghost King Sect, then it was only a matter of time. By then, the righteous path would certainly answer the call! But the other three sects of the Demon Sect might not be willing to take his side.
"Damn it! That dead, chubby brat is nothing but a calamity!"
Though Luo Yunji wasn't fat anymore—and couldn't get fat again—the Ghost King still cursed him like this in his heart. Luo Yunji's endless mishaps were driving him insane.
He Dazhi was speechless at the sight of the soldiers sprawled across the edge of the mountain below. He quickly had Luo Yunji move elsewhere and took him to the other mountain. That way, the soldiers could recover. If they were all lying there, who would look after them?
He Dazhi stationed the five thousand soldiers not far from the Two Mountains, as far as possible from the Rain Technique's range.
Now that so many people were taking orders from Luo Yunji, he was overjoyed. He immediately sent the soldiers to search for all kinds of plants, preferably rare ones he didn't already have.
He Dazhi, meanwhile, turned the task into a training plan. He sent the soldiers out in small squads to search for their targets, and promised rewards according to the rarity and value of what they brought back.
From pills to weapons, from cultivation techniques to spells—the offer immediately fired up all five thousand soldiers! They had already considered it an immense honor to serve the Imperial Preceptor and the immortal master. Now, with so many benefits on offer, they were even more devoted to following Luo Yunji.
Little by little, Luo Yunji's