A Lone Rider Saves His Lord

Ma Wu's dance hall opened, and Chu Huaiyuan came to congratulate him. Li Banfeng stood in the corner of the dance hall, quietly looking at the appearance of this Second Miss Chu.

Deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, slightly large mouth, slightly thick red lips, round face shape without sharp angles.

Her skin tone was impossible to determine because of the thick makeup on her face, and her eyes were hard to read. Underneath the heavy eyeshadow, she looked Yao Qi alluring.

As the ball began, guests, accompanied by dancers, began to dance to the rhythm of a waltz.

Playing this waltz is purely to create an atmosphere; most of the guests here are villagers from Blue Poplar Village, and not many of them know how to dance.

The dancers were all hired from the village and had only received two days of intensive training. It was impossible for them to learn the waltz. They were all just trying to make a living and were dancing aimlessly together. No one else took it seriously, but Second Miss Chu was horrified.

A lady from a respectable family couldn't stand this.

"Fifth Young Master, this place is really not suitable for you."

Ma Wu smiled slightly but said nothing.

Chu Huaiyuan extended her hand and said, "Let's dance together."

A man should not refuse an invitation from a woman.

But Ma Wu didn't want to dance with Chu Huaiyuan; he didn't want to have any contact with Chu Huaiyuan.

He was afraid.

He heard about Liu Changyu's situation.

The news of Second Miss Chu's fierce attack on the bandits has been published.

Liu Changyu's face was treated as a trophy by Second Miss Chu, who soaked it in a wine bottle.

"I'm sorry, Miss, my leg is injured." Ma Wu touched his cheek, not wanting to dance with Chu Er no matter what.

Chu Er pouted her red lips and said, "I noticed you were walking quite fast when you were greeting the guests earlier."

Ma Wu explained, "I was just forcing myself. My right leg was injured for several days and it was so swollen that I really couldn't dance."

Chu Er didn't press the matter further and turned his gaze to Li Banfeng.

As a three-story House Cultivator, almost no one present noticed Li Banfeng.

But Big Support Wen Hongyan reminded Chu Er, she felt that the man in the top hat had a special identity, and even Ma Wu paid a lot of attention to him.

Chu Huaiyuan approached Li Banfeng with a meaningful smile, "Sir, may I have this dance?"

Li Banfeng shook his head slightly and said, "I can't dance."

"Dancing is easy, I'll teach you."

Li Banfeng smiled deeply and declined Chu Er's invitation once again.

After teaching me to dance, she accused me of taking advantage of her and then demanded kickbacks from me.

Do you think I'd fall for that? I've been burned before!

Chu Er couldn't hold back any longer.

In this incongruous dance hall, she was rejected twice in a row. Where could she put her face?

Without giving a chance to explain, Chu Huaiyuan pulled Li Banfeng onto the dance floor.

How can this woman be so domineering?

If it weren't for the special occasion today, Li Banfeng would have really turned hostile; he couldn't tolerate being extorted.

To ensure a prosperous opening, Li Banfeng had to find auspicious beginnings, so he suppressed his anger, but he absolutely refused to give any extra money.

Actually, he had learned some Dance Steps at the Xianle Dance Hall, and with his solid footwork from his Travel Cultivator, he danced quite well.

To the rhythm of the dance music, Chu Er turned around and walked in front of the photographer.

Oh no, the photographer is taking pictures!

Why does Chu Er always carry a photographer with him?

Given the current situation, taking photos is one of the things Li Banfeng avoids.

Li Banfeng suddenly lowered his head, and his wrist slid down to give Chu Er a hard pinch on the waist.

The photographer failed to press the shutter, and the scene was somewhat inappropriate.

Chu Er exclaimed in surprise, "How dare you!"

Li Banfeng said calmly, "Since we're going to collect kickbacks anyway, let's just grab them first."

Chu Er was puzzled. "What kind of 'extra money'?"

Li Banfeng smiled deeply, his eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent beneath the shadow of his hat brim.

Chu Er was not afraid of this murderous aura at all. She turned around and brought Li Banfeng to the photographer.

Without any hesitation, Li Banfeng twisted Chu Er's peach into a pretzel shape.

The scene was indecent, and the photographer couldn't take the picture.

A full-body photo was out of the question, so the photographer wanted to take a half-body photo. Li Banfeng quickly turned and moved out of the photographer's field of vision.

Chu Er looked surprised, seemingly finding the twisted dough stick quite delicious, and wanted Li Banfeng to twist it again. Then she led Li Banfeng closer to the photographer.

Li Banfeng spun Chu Er around and bumped directly into the photographer. The photographer couldn't dodge in time, and the camera fell to the ground and broke, spilling all the film inside.

Chu Er got angry and dragged Li Banfeng into the record player.

The record player was expensive and couldn't be damaged. Li Banfeng changed direction midway, causing Chu Er to crash into a pillar in the hall.

The impact was quite severe, Chu Er swayed and nearly fell.

Yang Yanzheng frowned, Big Support Wen Hongyan licked her arm, ready to make a move at any moment.

Li Banfeng sensed danger, and his eyes flashed with even stronger killing intent.

Chu Er gestured to the others not to make any rash moves, and the two of them continued to dance in the center of the dance floor.

Ma Wu was worried for Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng was also covered in sweat.

Chu Er's fingernails suddenly grew longer, tearing through his clothes and digging into Li Banfeng's flesh.

Li Banfeng performed another big spin, slamming Chu Er into the pillar once again.

The two moved so fast that most people wouldn't notice, only that the pillar was making occasional thumping noises.

After the dance ended, Chu Er's body was covered in bruises, and Li Banfeng's back was covered in blood.

The two bowed and returned to their seats.

Wen Hongyan asked, "Miss, should we kill that scoundrel?"

Chu Er rubbed the bruises on his shoulder. "It was just dancing. I had a great time, no need to make a fuss."

Li Banfeng drank a glass of wine, then got up and left the dance floor.

That Wicked Woman was not only cruel, she also poisoned him.

Li Banfeng felt a tingling and itchy sensation on his back and quickly returned to Portable Abode.

He went inside and took off his clothes, preparing to let his Wife treat his wounds, when Wife suddenly roared, "Hey, you madman, where did these scratches on your back come from?"

Li Banfeng explained, "He was grabbed by a woman."

"Phew! So you're admitting it! You've got this woman hooked so deeply, looks like you've put in a lot of effort!"

Li Banfeng pointed to his back. "I've been poisoned."

"You guys even use poison? And you can come up with something like this?"

Li Banfeng picked up his clothes and said, "My clothes are torn too."

"My clothes are torn..."

Clang clang~

The record player calmed down a bit, then emitted a puff of steam that brushed against Li Banfeng's back.

If the clothes aren't torn, and only Li Banfeng's are, then this is a serious matter.

The fact that both the clothes and Li Banfeng are torn proves that Li Banfeng was at least wearing clothes at the time.

Under the steam, Li Banfeng broke out in a sweat. Once the sweat dried and the numbness and itching disappeared, the poison was completely eliminated.

Li Banfeng lay on the bed, the wound on his back quickly scabbing over; the recovery ability of House Cultivator in the house was astonishing.

Steam continued to caress his back, and the record player softly sang. "That Wicked Woman is so vicious, hand her over to this Little Slave to deal with, Little Slave will avenge my husband."

Li Banfeng sneered, "Do you want revenge, or do you want a meal?"

"Hoo~ My Little Slave cherishes her husband so much, how could her husband speak sarcastically?"

The record player felt wronged and used steam to lift Li Banfeng's clothes, carefully mending them.

Click-clack!

It incorporates the functions of a sewing machine; the needle of the Wife can be threaded, making the sewing speed very fast.

After the clothes were sewn up, the Wife asked, "Speaking of which, wasn't that Wicked Woman a person?"

"Of course it's a person, why do you ask that, my Wife?"

"Hey~ With Golden Eyes Autumn Down discern yin and yang, and a nose that Hundred Flavors Exquisite, my husband must have been blinded by that woman today, and forgot about the techniques. My husband has a faint Incense Aura on him."

"Really?"

Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and smelled them. The clothes had an extremely strong perfume scent, but upon closer inspection, there was indeed a hint of Incense Aura.

How could I have overlooked this flavor?

This wasn't due to Li Banfeng's carelessness. In the dance hall, the smells of smoke, alcohol, and cosmetics were too mixed and heavy, masking the subtle Incense Aura, Li Banfeng genuinely couldn't distinguish.

Could Chu Er be a ghost?

That shouldn't be the case.

Li Banfeng was always wary of Chu Er. If she was a ghost, Li Banfeng could at least see the will-o'-the-wisp.

As the ball drew to a close, Chu Er rose to take her leave. Ma Wu had prepared a carriage to take her to the village entrance, and then returned to the ballroom to calculate the day's expenses.

As Chu Er's carriage drove away, Liu Liangyi appeared at the village entrance.

He held a stick of incense in his hand, and the smoke curled and swirled all the way to Dream Spring Garden.

Inside the dance hall, Ma Wu was doing the accounts. On the first day of business, all the guests were invited, and the expenses were considerable.

Just as they were calculating the crucial point, a dancer suddenly exclaimed, "What are you doing? Aren't you watching where you're going?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man walked into the dance floor and bumped into a dancer, causing her to stumble.

The man was wearing a mandarin jacket, a round felt hat, and his face was covered with a scarf, so his appearance could not be seen.

Xiao Chuan stepped forward to help the dancer up and said to the man, "We're closed. If you want to dance, wait until tomorrow."

The man remained silent and walked straight ahead.

Ogawa frowned and said, "Can't you understand what I'm saying? We're closed!"

The man suddenly drew his knife and slashed at Xiaochuan.

Xiao Chuan was a maintenance worker who hadn't reached a higher level yet, so he didn't react immediately.

Ma Wu acted first, shoving Xiao Chuan aside, dodging the knife, and kicking the man.

Click!

The man appeared to have broken bones.

But this did not affect his offensive in the slightest, and he raised his knife to slash at Ma Wu again.

Ma Wu calmly dodged, and when others tried to help, Ma Wu stopped them.

Judging from the fact that the opponent's attack wasn't too fast, but his body was exceptionally strong, he should be a body cultivator without any level of cultivation.

This kind of person is probably just a scoundrel. A good beating is enough. There's no need to ruin the occasion for him, and we certainly can't let our subordinates get hurt because of it.

He glanced at the man, intending to subdue him with Bewilderment Skill.

The man didn't react at all, and kept slashing at Ma Wu with his knife.

Can it defend against Bewilderment Skill?

Is this man some kind of high-level individual?

Grand opening! Ma Wu really doesn't want to see blood.

But this opponent should not be underestimated.

Ma Wu drew his short sword from behind him, intending to dislocate the man's arm.

Click!

The arm was dislocated, and the person didn't bleed.

Looking at the broken shoulder, Ma Wu frowned deeply.

The cut is hollow, and you can see the bamboo frame inside.

It's a paper figure!

The first person he thought of was Liu Liangyi, the owner of Liu Family Paper Horse Shop.

Liu Liangyi is a fourth-level Nightmare Cultivator, and this paper figure is his signature technique.

He's here for revenge!

Little Chuanzi also realized it was a paper figure, and pulled out a box of matches, shouting, "Young master, get out of the way, I'll burn him!"

"Don't do anything reckless!" Ma Wu shouted to Little Chuanzi.

Set him on fire?

The paper figures don't feel pain; instead, they rush towards people while still ablaze.

Ma Wu swung his short sword and chopped the paper figure into pieces. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through the window, extinguishing all the candles in the room.

"Hurry up!" Ma Wu ordered them to leave the dance floor immediately, but when they reached the door, they found they couldn't get out.

There were hundreds of people standing densely packed at the entrance, and more people kept rushing over from the fields.

The dance floor was surrounded.

Even Ma Wu couldn't break through, let alone those untrained men and dancers.

After slashing down the two paper figures, Ma Wu retreated back into the dance hall and called two of his men to hold the gate shut.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The banging on the door continued, and Ma Wu was trying to figure out a way to deal with it.

These paper figures are likely controlled by Liu Liangyi's Ghost Servant.

Ghost Servant are spirits of the dead, Joy Cultivator's advanced techniques can subdue them.

However, Ma Wu's level is not high enough. Unless he has a magic weapon or Spiritual Object, he cannot touch the souls of the dead at all. This is the most troublesome aspect of the Nightmare Cultivator.

If only I had that fur coat.

When Ma Wu was kicked out of his home, his fur coat was taken back. With that coat, he wouldn't have had to scavenge for food in the garbage dump. He could have made a lot of money by doing exorcisms.

Without any magical artifacts at hand, what else can we use to deal with the Ghost Servant?

Filth!

Ma Wu remembered that the book said that the spirits of the dead hate filth and can resist it for a while.

"Spit! Spit right at the door!"

A dozen or so men and more than twenty dancers spat at the door, and the banging on the door gradually subsided.

It seems to be effective.

Ma Wu was overjoyed and ordered everyone, "Smear saliva on your faces, the more the better. Anyone with thick phlegm, give some to others. In a moment, listen to my command, and we'll charge out!"

Everyone spat on their hands and then wiped their faces. The dancers didn't care about being reserved either. A pretty young woman blew her nose and wiped her face with snot.

Just as Ma Wu was about to open the door, he suddenly heard two crisp sounds!

The window glass is broken!

The paper figures outside the door weren't driven away by spittle; under Liu Liangyi's control, they changed their attack route.

Dozens of paper figures climbed in through the window.

"Oh!"

One of the men screamed in agony as the paper figure slashed his back.

"Oh my god!"

A dancer was grabbed by a paper figure, and a large clump of her hair was pulled out.

The room was pitch black, and screams filled the air. Ma Wu couldn't even tell which of the paper figures were real.

"Spit!" In his panic, Ma Wu could only think of this trick.

Does it work?

This little bit of filth has very limited use.

This was Ghost Servant of a fourth-level Nightmare Cultivator. He spat on the paper figure's face, and the paper figure paused for a moment before swinging its knife to slash at the person.

Ma Wu swung his sword and smashed one of the paper figures. The Ghost Servant inside emerged, possessed another paper figure, and continued fighting unharmed.

Liu Liangyi, who was hiding at the village entrance, paused for a moment and shook his head.

He hadn't expected Ma Wu to be of such poor quality.

He thought that Ma Wu was able to kill Song Jia Sen, so his cultivation level should have reached the third level, and he should have at least a few magic treasures on him.

If I had known that Ma Wu was only capable of this much, I would have saved the paper figures and just called over a dozen Ghost Servant, which would have been enough to take care of them all.

Driven to desperation, Ma Wu shouted to the crowd, "Pee! Pee on them!"

In a critical moment, regardless of gender, people disregard shame, pull out their weapons, assume positions, and prepare to fire.

But the paper figure didn't give them a chance to fire; instead, it swung its sword and slashed!

Just as everyone was being cornered and about to be hacked to pieces, a large, dark-skinned man suddenly rushed out of the outhouse, shouting, "Young Master, don't be alarmed, come with me!"

The big, dark-skinned man carried a two-foot-long iron bucket on his back and held a one-and-a-half-meter-long ladle in his hand. He sprinkled a paste-like substance onto the paper figures, causing one of the paper figures to freeze in place, while the rest of the paper figures huddled against the wall to avoid it.

Little Genzi is here!

He came carrying a bucket!

This is real filth!

Excrement soup is the worst of all filth, and excrement soup refined by metal cultivators is the ultimate in filth!

Little Genzi had a tough time. To save Ma Wu, he fought his way in and out of the dance hall seven times before finally jumping in through the toilet window.

After replenishing his ammunition in the restroom, Little Genzi rushed to the center of the dance floor again.

After a fierce fight, Little Genzi stood by the window and took off the manure bucket from behind him.

The bucket was raised, startling a group of paper figures.

With a flick of his long spoon, he slapped it all over Ma Wu's face.

"Young Master, this way!"

Ma Wu wiped his face, led the others, and followed Little Genzi to the window.

Gold cultivation is effective against Nightmare Cultivator. If it were Du Hongxi, a second-level Nightmare Cultivator from Jiang Xiang Gang, even if he couldn't win, he could still fight his way out.

Unfortunately, this is Ghost Servant of a fourth-level Nightmare Cultivator.

Liu Liangyi sneered and said, "I thought the Golden Cultivator was extinct. I didn't expect there are still cultivators in the world. Fine, I'll send you on your way so you won't leave a bad name in the world."

He put down the incense in his hand, lit a candle, and used the candle to convey his thoughts, so that the Ghost Servant would forcefully take action.

Little Genzi hasn't reached a higher level yet, and the amount and quality of the filth in the bucket are insufficient. If the Ghost Servant tries to force his way in, it can easily break through his filth.

Liu Liangyi's battle tactics were that cautious.

The cost of a sneak attack is the lowest and the benefit the highest. He will not show up in person, and Ma Wu will not see his face until the moment he dies.

The candlelight flickered, and a thought was about to burst forth.

Jingle!

What was that sound?

Puff!

Li Banfeng stabbed Liu Liangyi in the back of the head and then blew out the candle.

The three-story House Cultivator was ignored by Liu Liangyi and his Ghost Servant.

A sneak attack is the most advantageous, and Li Banfeng agrees with that.