Urban Magic Eye

Of course, it wasn't just the cultivators of City Lord Mansion who weren't sleepy. There were also many rogue cultivators who weren't sleepy. They either fell into deep thought or gathered together.    

    

"I wonder if the Ever Triumphant Army is recruiting cultivators?" A rogue cultivator asked.    

    

"They should be recruiting! The losses in this battle would not be small. According to my estimation, Mayor Lee will definitely recruit a group of cultivators to fill up the gap in the Ever Triumphant Army. " His companion replied.    

    

"I think it's impossible!" Another rogue cultivator shook his head and rejected the idea: "We don't know the exact number of casualties the City Lord Mansion has yet to announce. But you all saw the scene of the army returning to the city today. It was a dark mass of people. I estimate that there are at least 90,000 of them."    

    

"More than 90,000 cultivators, that's quite a lot In the future, Fallen Immortal City would not be a threat. Why would Mayor Lee raise so many cultivators? It's just plain food. Besides, they had lost half of their warships, and there were less than a hundred of them left. Fifty thousand cultivators is enough, and it's even more impossible to recruit people."    

    

"Sigh! What do you think is going on? More than half of the warship has been lost, but not many cultivators have died. Logically speaking, at least half of the rogue cultivators should have died or been seriously injured. " A cultivator asked in confusion.    

    

"Yeah, I'm also confused about that!"    

    

This was not the doubt of the rogue cultivators, but the confusion of the scattered cultivators in the city. What was going on? Why were there so few casualties?    

    

This situation really shocked the rogue cultivators. No matter how they thought about it, they could not understand why this would happen.    

    

Unfortunately, no one came out to answer this question.    

    

...    

    

That night, Lee Hao completely relaxed himself and taught Wu Zimei a lesson for the whole night. Wu Zimei, who had just tasted this kind of taste, couldn't stand it anymore.    

    

However, Wu Zimei was a Cultivator after all. Her constitution was not bad. Even though she kept begging for mercy, she still endured it.    

    

The next day, the sun rose again. The Fallen Immortal City had once again regained its vitality. Yun Yang had also arrived at the City Lord Mansion early in the morning.    

    

"City Lord, may I know how to deal with those cultivators that I brought back yesterday?" Yun Yang asked respectfully.    

    

These cultivators were the subordinates of South-suppressing King and Pingwu King. None of them died, but were seriously injured and brought back by the Ever Triumphant Army.    

    

Initially, Yun Yang was going to kill all of them. Now, everything would be settled. However, he was stopped by Lee Hao.    

    

These people were just some of his followers. Killing them would only bring more harm than good. Besides, these people were already crippled, and their cultivation base couldn't advance any further. What was the use of them?    

    

Lee Hao wouldn't treat these people, and he wouldn't take them in as slaves.    

    

In the past, Lee Hao didn't have a choice. He had only taken in a few hundred servants without paying any price.    

    

But accepting these people was different. They were seriously injured. If Lee Hao wanted to accept them, wouldn't he give them treatment? Eighty to ninety thousand people? What kind of concept was that? Their injuries were even worse than those of the Ever Triumphant Army. Without ten billion Spirit Stone, it was impossible.    

    

Lee Hao didn't lack Spirit Stone, but he couldn't take out ten billion Spirit Stone right now.    

    

Furthermore, these people had another identity - they were defeated! In other words, they were captives.    

    

Although these people had decent cultivation, most of them were at the late Foundation Establishment stage or the great circle of Foundation Establishment. Compared to Lee Hao's subordinates, they were only at the middle Foundation Establishment stage on average, but Lee Hao still looked down on them.    

    

Of course, it was even more impossible to let them go.    

    

Lee Hao was not that stupid. Letting one of them go did not matter to the big picture, but to let ninety thousand cultivators go, wouldn't others think that he was a fool?    

    

Lee Hao thought for a while and said, "Let these people help City Lord Mansion plant spiritual herbs in the future!"    

    

This was the best way Lee Hao could think of. Not only could it create value for him, it could also be used to alert the cultivators of Ever Triumphant Army.    

    

This was the outcome of the loser. If they were defeated one day, the consequences would be even worse than these people. They had a scale in their hearts.    

    

"Yes!"    

    

Yun Yang also felt that this method was not bad. Not only could it show Lee Hao's mercy, it could also show the result of the Ever Triumphant Army.    

    

"Oh right, there is also a Cultivator of Great Perfection of Nascent Infant in the prison of City Lord Mansion. Let's get him to grow some herbs as well!" Lee Hao suddenly thought of Yang Yongyuan. The reason why he spared his life was because he accidentally told Lee Hao some important news. He also wanted to see the final result, and now the result was out. It was time for him to take a look.    

    

Yun Yang was stunned for a moment. When did Lee Hao catch a Cultivator of Great Perfection of Nascent Infant? This was something he didn't know about.    

    

However, Yun Yang did not ask. He was a subordinate, and he only needed to listen to orders. Did he need to know so much?    

    

Lee Hao continued, "You have worked hard these few days. Report all the cultivators who have contributed in this battle to Wu Zimei. When the time comes, we will reward them for their contributions."    

    

"Okay!"    

    

Reward was a tradition of the army. Although everyone would be rewarded for winning, cultivators who had performed well deserved to be treated differently.    

    

As for how to differentiate, it was actually very simple. Every warship had a cultivator responsible for recording these things, and they were the basis of merit rewards.    

    

How many cannonballs had a warship fired, and how many of them had hit the enemy's warship, heavily injuring or destroying a few. In total, there were a lot of them.    

    

There were also records of the cultivators' performance on the warship, who feared the enemy when a great battle came, who fought bravely, all of them recorded it down in fine detail.    

    

There was a lot of information, and it was also very complicated. Seeing this, Lee Hao felt a headache, so he naturally gave it to his little secret Wu Zimei to do it.    

    

Lee Hao was in charge of killing Wu Zimei.    

    

...    

    

The imperial prison of City Lord Mansion was a gloomy dungeon. It was heavily guarded, and anyone who didn't have the ability would never be able to break into it.    

    

More than ten days had passed, and the sheep was still in high spirits. They should eat, sleep, and sleep. However, there was a rancid smell coming from their bodies that made people want to vomit.    

    

This was very normal. One should know that Yang Yongyuan's energy had been sealed by Lee Hao. He was just an ordinary mortal, and he didn't have any energy to clean his body. Wasn't this what he looked like?    

    

"Isn't this Brother Yang?" After Yun Yang came, he was a little surprised. He knew Yang Yong, the commander of South-suppressing King's fleet in the past. His strength was only second to South-suppressing King's. However, such a powerful man was imprisoned by Lee Hao.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Yun, why are you here?" Yang Yong was in a difficult situation. In the past, when Yun Yang saw him, he would always act like he was bowing to him. But now, it was the opposite. It was him who was bowing to Yun Yang.    

    

"City Lord asked me to bring you out." Yun Yang replied with a smile.    

    

"What are you doing?" Yang Yongyuan had a bad feeling.    

    

Yun Yang said, "Yesterday, the City Lord led an army to defeat South-suppressing King and Pingwu King, and captured nearly a hundred thousand cultivators. The City Lord was kind and decided not to kill them. He wanted them to plant herbs for the City Lord. Doesn't this remind the City Lord of you of the one he captured a dozen days ago? He asked you to grow herbs for the City Lord with them."    

    

" How is this possible? " Yang Yongyuan was stunned. Lee Hao had once again defeated the combined fleet of South-suppressing King and Pingwu King. This was something that he had never dreamt of.    

    

During this period of time, the sheep had been looking forward to seeing South-suppressing King again, but this time...    

    

Yang Yongyuan instantly collapsed to the ground. This was his only spiritual pillar, but now he had fallen.    

    

Yun Yang did not come to reminisce with Yang Yongyuan. Seeing Yang Yongyuan's dazed look, he could only rejoice in his heart.    

    

Because if Lee Hao was defeated, this would be the outcome for him. Therefore, following the right person was more important than anything else.