Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 662 - 328: The Pressure from Miaomiao_2

Chapter 662: Chapter 328: The Pressure from Miaomiao_2

Hua Gu nodded and gestured for his subordinates to open the city gate.

Hu looked at Fang Ziheng and chuckled:

"Since someone is willing to help Young Master Fang, this old man won’t make things difficult for you. Just hope you drive slower—after all, the road is far from safe."

This counted as a threat.

With that, Hu turned around and left the scene.

Fang Ziheng let out a sigh of relief, scanned the surroundings again, but didn’t sense any powerful warriors. He inwardly sighed, cupped his hands in salute toward the void, and then drove his carriage out of the city.

The spectators, realizing there would be no further excitement to watch, dispersed disappointed.

Truth be told, they had hoped Fang Ziheng would eradicate the Mandala Gang, especially after seeing his extraordinary strength, which filled them with confidence.

Alas, the Mandala Gang had even stronger experts.

At this point, they could only hope that the mysterious master who had saved Fang Ziheng would step forward and become the hero.

"Useless!"

Hua Gu clenched his fist and muttered angrily, not knowing who he was cursing as he stormed away with his men.

...

Jiang Shouzhong’s group returned to their carriage.

Qu Hongling chuckled: "Jiang never wants us to interfere or cause trouble, but now he couldn’t resist stepping in to save that Young Master Fang, and even kept his true identity hidden. Seems like being a good person has to be cloaked in mystery."

Jiang Shouzhong replied helplessly: "I had no choice. After all, I owe a favor to the old man. Consider it repaying a debt."

"That flying sword just now..."

Qu Hongling started to speak but stopped herself.

Jiang Shouzhong said: "It was Ye’s jade hairpin that she often carries. As for her story, I’ll tell you later."

"Oh."

Qu Hongling saw the sadness in his eyes and wisely refrained from asking further.

Jiang Shouzhong said: "Although I was very cautious when stepping in just now, making sure no one noticed, we can’t guarantee that there aren’t experts observing secretly in this city. Let’s leave as soon as possible—no need to invite trouble. As for what Young Master Fang might face later, I won’t be able to help him."

Yelü Miaomiao lightly massaged her long, slender legs and muttered: "With a personality like his, he’s bound to meet his end sooner or later."

Jiang Shouzhong smiled, grabbed the reins, and steered the carriage toward the city gate.

However, the journey out of the city proved less smooth than expected. Just as the carriage reached the gate, it was stopped by a squad of officials.

"Everyone inside the carriage, get out! We need to conduct a search!"

The leader, a burly middle-aged officer, spoke coldly.

Jiang Shouzhong was surprised.

Had his actions just now been discovered?

He silently tightened his grip on the reins and replied with a smile: "Officer, the carriage holds only women, it’s inconvenient. May I ask what you wish to search for?"

"I told you to get out, so get out! Stop wasting words!"

The man scowled impatiently, signaling to his two subordinates to forcibly move forward and search.

The two soldiers hadn’t even approached the carriage when they realized in shock that they couldn’t move, as if their feet had grown roots into the ground.

The leading officer, with some experience, sensed something was off. He hastily drew the saber at his waist, instinctively stepping back a few steps, and stared coldly at Jiang Shouzhong: "So, a master after all."

The other officials also drew their sabers, tension plain on their faces.

The pedestrians nearby quickly fled, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Earlier, witnessing Jianghu vendettas might have been entertaining, but now it was a matter with the official forces. There was no telling when innocent bystanders might get dragged into the chaos, a fate many had sadly witnessed before.

Jiang Shouzhong sighed inwardly.

Had he known, he wouldn’t have entered the city and would’ve come to buy the carriage alone.

Still, given the cultivation possessed by the four of them, even all the officials in Minzhou combined likely wouldn’t pose a threat.

Of course, avoiding trouble was always preferable.

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Shouzhong took out the Liushan Division’s Identity Token, shielding the name with his thumb, and coldly declared: "Liushan Division on official business. If you delay important matters, you can forget about wearing that uniform!"

Liushan Division?

The leader’s eyes narrowed, his expression changing several times.

"Let them pass."

At that moment, a smooth, mellow voice sounded faintly.

From the voice alone, one would easily picture a charming, handsome gentleman. But when Jiang Shouzhong looked up, he instead saw a man with a full beard.

The man wore a gray brocade robe and sat on a tall horse, his face adorned with a hearty smile as he watched Jiang Shouzhong.

"Mr. Zhao."

Seeing the man, the officer quickly saluted.

The man addressed as Mr. Zhao rode his horse forward slowly to the carriage and, smilingly looking at the Token in Jiang Shouzhong’s hand, said: "This kind of Token—best not show it so casually."

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his composure, pocketed the Token, and cupped his hands: "Thank you."

With that, he tugged the reins and guided the carriage onward.

The officer cautiously approached Mr. Zhao and said:

"Mr. Zhao, I noticed earlier that the two veiled women in the carriage had extraordinary presence. They must be stunning beauties. If they’re the ones the Immortal Master desires, yet we let them go now, wouldn’t that..."

"Then go capture them yourself. If you die, I won’t collect your corpse."

Mr. Zhao shot him a glance.

The officer shivered, not daring to say more.

Mr. Zhao watched the distant departing carriage, inhaling deeply as if trying to catch an elusive scent, and murmured: "Fetch Fatty You and have him scout their background first."

"Understood."

The officer heard the order and promptly led his men away.

Mr. Zhao slightly straightened his back and turned his gaze toward the direction Hu had left, speaking softly to himself:

"When the tiger is gone, the monkey plays king. Do you think just by wearing a tiger mask, you are a tiger? A mere stray dog—how laughable."

...

They thought leaving the city would be smooth; Jiang Shouzhong even specifically chose to travel along a post road.

Yet they hadn’t gone far before Jiang Shouzhong sensed something was wrong.

He was shocked to find that the travelers and merchants who had been bustling along this road while they entered the city had mysteriously vanished, leaving the environs empty and still. Only the sound of horseshoes echoed on the desolate road.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly had a foreboding feeling and looked up ahead.

There, on a nearby hill, stood an enormous, bull-like fat man.

The fat man held two hefty hammers, so massive they resembled iron towers, dangling heavily by his sides.

When he caught Jiang Shouzhong’s gaze, the fat man grinned a menacing smile. Bathed in the glow of the evening sun, his silhouette stretched long, intensifying the atmosphere of oppression and eeriness.

"This time, it really looks like there’ll be a fight."

Jiang Shouzhong sighed.

Yelü Miaomiao lifted the carriage curtain with her delicate hand, snorted coldly, and said:

"Just what I needed—my mood’s bad, and my hands are itching. Let’s swat this annoying fly before we move on!"

The girl tapped her toes lightly and leapt out of the carriage.

The hammer-wielding fat man, seeing a slender, stunning girl emerge, licked his lips and grinned crudely: "Little girl with tender skin—looks tasty."

The fat man leapt forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, smashing down his massive hammer with a fierce gust of Gang Wind.

The hammer’s force was like thunderous might, as though it could obscure the sky itself.

...

From a distant tower, Mr. Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene.

Beside him was an ordinary-looking man.

The man wore coarse linen clothes, his dark skin giving him the appearance of a farmer, and he looked drowsily indifferent, yawning every now and then.

"What do you think of this group?"

Mr. Zhao asked.

The man replied irritably: "Who cares? If there are women, just grab them for the Immortal Master. If you ask me, just capture every woman in the city and let the Immortal Master pick his favorites one by one.

If that’s not enough, go get the girls from nearby towns and villages—or even those Jianghu sects’ fairies or heroines. Capture them all; it’s less hassle."

Mr. Zhao said helplessly: "General He, I’d love to keep things simple too, but now’s not the time to make too much noise. If the court catches wind, Minzhou might face a purge like Qingzhou did.

Besides, that stray dog Hu is still around. Luckily, the Mandala Gang’s busy distracting watchful eyes for us, allowing us to act."

General He...

Who would have thought this seemingly unremarkable man was a city’s general?

"Heh, fine clothes hide rotting flesh; lavish blooms mirror dead branches... Chaos is coming to Dazhou."

General He sneered cruelly.

When he saw Yelü Miaomiao leap from the carriage, General He’s sleepy eyes suddenly lit up with interest, exclaiming: "That little girl has impressive cultivation."

Mr. Zhao frowned slightly: "That’s troublesome."

General He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "The girl has good presence—seems to be at the Heaven Desolation Boundary stage. But against Fatty You’s hammer... I doubt she’ll survive.

If the Immortal Master likes this type and the girl dies, that’d be unfortunate. No way—I’ve got to step in and stop him. Might as well see if the girl’s hanging on to a couple of taels of flesh."

Mr. Zhao stopped him: "Hold on. Let’s first see if there are other experts in the carriage."

However, in the next moment, the two were stunned.

Fatty You, like a sack of rice, was sent flying backward.

With a resounding "boom," his massive body smashed heavily into the hillside, instantly creating a large crater in the solid rock.

The girl swung the pair of thousand-pound hammers in her hands effortlessly, her gaze suddenly shooting toward the tower.

In that instant, both Mr. Zhao and General He felt an overwhelming sense of being targeted.

"Run!"

General He shouted, his scalp tingling with fear.

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