Thoughts

Wu Decheng wiped the gold juice off his face and quietly looked at Night Shopkeeper.

His goal today was to kill this guy surnamed Ye, gain credit from Lu Maoxian, win back the reputation that Tang Peigong had ruined, and take back his position in the Qingshou Association.

We lost in the ring, but it doesn't seem too late to kill that guy surnamed Ye now.

Yue Qingsong, a fourth-level poison cultivator, reminded from the side, "Master, the other disciples have also arrived. We can make our move at any time."

Wu Decheng clenched his fists, but eventually calmed down and had his injured disciple taken away from the arena.

They had previously decided to kill Night Shopkeeper, so why did they change their minds so quickly?

Wu Decheng had been through the world and could see the situation clearly.

He doesn't care about what others say; he understands the principle that the victor is king and the loser is a bandit.

But Wu Decheng knew it would be difficult to kill the man surnamed Ye now.

The premise for wanting to kill him was that Wu Decheng was certain that the person surnamed Ye would be less vigilant.

It now appears that the person surnamed Ye not only failed to take precautions, but also set a trap to scheme against him.

The two skinny men on the stage were not to be trifled with.

The man surnamed Ye may not seem to be carrying a weapon, but in reality, the weapon is likely hidden among the crowd.

Continuing to entangle themselves here would not yield any advantage, so Wu Decheng withdrew very decisively.

Seeing the other party leave in a hurry, Li Banfeng lowered the brim of his hat and smiled.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Li Banfeng stopped laughing. He took his men and turned to leave.

The smell here is too strong, which is not conducive to the skill of Hundred Flavors Exquisite.

The challengers left, and the onlookers dispersed.

The remaining few who were cleaning up the place were silently worried.

"Do we still need this arena?"

"Let it air dry for two days, it'll be fine in two days."

Back at the newspaper office, Bai Qiusheng was busy rushing to finish his manuscript, while Ma Wu was busy printing the newspaper.

After the evening paper was published, Li Banfeng had someone buy wine and food and set up several tables at the factory.

I must say, the factory canteen is quite large and has a nice atmosphere. Today, we're mainly celebrating the success of the three who went on the field.

Little Genzi said with a guilty look, "I wasn't much of a help; it was mainly thanks to my two older sisters."

Li Banfeng said approvingly, "Genzi, put the bucket down first."

"The three of you have done a fantastic job today, so eat, drink, and have fun! You'll all get your share of red envelopes later."

Aqin glanced at Ma Wu, then lowered her head and said, "I don't want a red envelope."

The Street Scolding Woman spat and said, "Shameless! If you don't want a red envelope, what do you want? Do you think you can eat your fill relying on a man's manhood?"

Aqin retorted angrily, "You old woman, your words are so unpleasant! It's such a wonderful day, I'm not in the mood to argue with you!"

Today was indeed a good day. Everyone ate and drank to their hearts' content, and it wasn't until after 2 a. m. that they finally went to sleep.

More than an hour later, around four in the morning, a smell wafted into Li Banfeng's room.

They've arrived.

I knew he was coming tonight.

I knew he was unwilling to accept this.

Once he's lost face big time, you'll know he can't handle it anymore.

Little Genzi gave him that spoonful on the stage just to prevent this attack from happening!

Li Banfeng stood at the door and quietly opened the Portable Abode).

Wu Decheng quietly walked up the stairs, looked around for a moment, and arrived at Li Banfeng's door.

Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black, but Wu Decheng could vaguely see some mist.

Strange, why is there fog inside this room?

Wu Decheng's heart tightened. Just as he was about to step outside, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if something sharp had hooked onto his leg bone.

Wu Decheng tried to break free, but the other person was much stronger than him. In the struggle, Wu Decheng was dragged into the house.

Clang!

The door was closed.

Sizzle~

Li Banfeng struck a match and lit a cigarette.

I casually lit the candle next to me.

By candlelight, Wu Decheng could see the furnishings in the room.

A very small room containing a bed and a record player.

The stylus of the record player caught on Wu Decheng's leg bone and suddenly pulled back, causing Wu Decheng to fall to the ground.

Li Banfeng sat on the bed, quietly looking at Wu Decheng: "The fights are over, why are you still looking for me?"

Wu Decheng gritted his teeth and said, "You treacherous scoundrel, you deserve to die!"

"Tell me, how have I betrayed your promise?"

"What was our agreement back then?"

"We made it clear from the beginning: we'd fight three matches. You had to win the first one, I'd win the second, and the third would be a draw."

I won't agree. I said I have to win the first round, and you agree to let me win the first round, right?

Wu Decheng said, "I've already given you the first round!"

"Yeah, you let me win the first game, so I should have won the second, and we should have tied the third. That makes sense, right?"

"Nonsense! I'll let you have the first round, so I should have given you the second!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "That's not what I think. It's your fault for not explaining things clearly."

"Is this obvious? Does it need to be explained?"

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "You just don't like to make things clear."

During the first match, which was supposed to be Scholar Arena and Martial Arena, you deliberately didn't make things clear and accused me, an outsider, of not knowing the rules.

Regarding Tang Peigong, you probably didn't explain some of the minor details clearly. He embarrassed himself at the movie theater and was eager to regain his dignity, so you vaguely led him into your trap.

You're asking me to use your hands to beat him up, making him lose face, and then you can regain your dignity in the second round, right?

Wu Decheng sneered, "So what if it is? It didn't mean you suffered a loss!"

Li Banfeng continued, "In the second round, whether it's Decide Life and Death or Determine Victory, you still haven't made it clear."

You brought ruthless people to kill me, hoping to take advantage of my momentary lapse in attention and wipe me out, is that what you were thinking?

"Don't make false accusations!" Wu Decheng still didn't want to admit it.

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "Now that you've come all this way, can't you at least be a little more honest?"

To be honest, that's what I thought too. If you hadn't run so fast today, you'd be lying dead in the street.

Wu Decheng fell silent.

Li Banfeng walked over with a teapot. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you thirsty? Want a cup of tea?"

Wu Decheng suddenly jumped up, wanting to fight Li Banfeng to the death.

He had a record needle hanging from his leg.

He also had to fight in close combat.

This is still House Cultivator's home.

There was no chance for him to make a move.

Li Banfeng didn't even sit up in bed; he just kicked him to the ground.

Wu Decheng stood up again, his right hand groping in his pocket as if to draw a weapon.

Li Banfeng pulled out a sickle and preemptively made several cuts on Wu Decheng's body. The venom seeped in, and Wu Decheng was unable to move.

The record player exclaimed in admiration, "My husband is so brave! He took care of this old man without me even lifting Little Slave."

The Old Teapot said, "This rascal is still not behaving himself. Let him have some hot tea to warm him up."

Li Banfeng poured some tea on Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng immediately shouted out.

This old man's cultivation level was not low, but he couldn't withstand this blow.

Something's not right. It's not just a matter of cultivation level; the tea in the teapot seems to be hotter than before.

Is this Old Teapot still undergoing a transformation?

I need to have a good talk with him another day.

Li Banfeng looked at Wu Decheng and said, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, I might spare your life."

Tell me first, why is your Qingshou Association targeting "Blood Spear Detective"? It's just a movie, how did it offend you?

After catching his breath, Wu Decheng said, "Because that movie was offensive to public morals..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Decheng was doused with tea by Li Banfeng: "Indecent assault? You'd vandalize a movie theater over something like this?"

Wu Decheng shouted, "I'm telling the truth. This is Elder Lu's order."

"Elder Lu? Lu Maoxian? You're an elder, he's an elder, Tang Peigong is an elder, what gives him the right to give you orders?"

"The elders have different statuses. Elder Lu is the Grand Elder, whose status is above ours, and Tang Peigong's status is above mine."

How many elders Qingshou Association?

"I don't know the total number either. Generally, there are two elders in a place, one civil and one military. The civil elder's status is usually higher than that of the Elder Wu."

Some small places may only have one elder, but large places like Green Water City have three elders, all of whom are Grand Elder, with Lu Maoxian the highest position.

"So, Lu Maoxian is the leader of the Qingshou Association?"

Wu Decheng shook his head and said, "The leader of the Qingshou Association is a sage."

Li Banfeng wrinkled his nose, not only because of the smell on Wu Decheng, but also because the word "sage" had a strong odor.

"Which sage are you talking about? The one from the Bastard Slope '?"

Wu Decheng said, "I have never seen a sage. I have been in the Qingshou Association for twenty-one years and have never seen a sage."

Even at his level, he still couldn't meet any sages.

The sages are so hard to find, which reminded Li Banfeng of the scene on Sage Peak where a group of people knelt on the ground waiting to see a sage.

Li Banfeng then asked some questions about Black Stone Slope and the Qingshou Association, to which Wu Decheng answered truthfully.

Qingshou Association and Black Stone Slope are Lu Maoxian's most important assets, especially Black Stone Slope, where nearly half of the factories and mines are under Lu Maoxian's control. This is the main reason why he can rival the Lu Family's Two Young Masters.

However, the residents of Black Stone Slope are quite unique. According to Wu Decheng, these people are uneducated and are one of the most unruly people in Pro State.

In particular, there are cultivators with considerable cultivation hidden among the residents. If they are pushed too far, things may become unmanageable. Therefore, if the Qingshou Association wants to resolve disputes in Black Stone Slope, they usually adopt a fair and square approach, such as a contest. It is rare for them to resort to underhanded methods like Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng looked at Li Banfeng and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. I've told you everything you asked. Now let me go."

Tang Peigong is now a cripple. From now on, Black Stone City is under my control. You can show movies as you please, print newspapers as you like, and all the book and newspaper business in Black Stone City is yours. What do you say?

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Banfeng seemed genuinely moved.

He sat back on the bed, a smile playing on his lips.

Wu Decheng used techniques.

The record player flew into a rage, and the scalding steam burned Wu Decheng, leaving him covered in blisters.

Li Banfeng stopped the record player and suddenly spoke.

"I think this old man is alright, so let's release him."

"Yes, they all said that the Black Stone City newspaper and magazine business belongs to us, and it's quite profitable."

"Let bygones be bygones. Just let him go. You like Black Stone Slope, so why not stay here from now on? It'll be good to have someone to look after you."

Li Banfeng engaged in an in-depth discussion with himself, leaving Wu Decheng dumbfounded.

The record player was terrified and looked at Li Banfeng, saying, "My lord, what's wrong? Did this old man hurt you?"

"No!" Li Banfeng said while discussing the matter, he was still able to talk to his Wife.

After the discussion concluded, Li Banfeng walked over to Wu Decheng and said, "I've thought this through. I've decided not to let you go."

Black Stone Slope is indeed a good place, and it will be even better without you bunch of bastards!

"My Wife, time for dinner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the record player grinned menacingly and began to eat.

Wu Decheng screamed for a moment, then gradually fell silent.

After the soul was consumed, the Wife asked Li Banfeng whether he should leave behind any spirit.

Li Banfeng felt disgusted just looking at the Qingshou Association members. He hadn't originally planned to retain his spiritual essence, Blood-Containing Pendulum suddenly spoke:

"Master, you're a high-level cultivator after all. It's a waste to throw you away. Why don't you keep you for me?"

Li Banfeng was taken aback. He knew that the pendulum could suck blood, but when did it learn to eat spiritual energy?

The Wife laughed, "You shameless hussy, has your cultivation improved since you've been following your husband?"

Zhong Bai respectfully replied, "To be honest, Madam, it is indeed somewhat different from before. It seems that I have recovered some of my techniques. I will ask Madam to give me some pointers another day."

The pendulum spoke sweetly, and the record player liked it too, bestowing a puff of steam with its own spirit upon the pendulum. "You little slut, you got lucky!"

The remaining corpses couldn't be wasted, so Li Banfeng moved Red Lotus over.

Red Lotus waited for a long time, and several layers of dew formed on her body.

But when she smelled Wu Decheng's scent, Red Lotus felt a bit disgusted and didn't want to open her petals.

The record player got annoyed. "You bitch, what's with the pickiness? This person's cultivation is quite high; good stuff like this doesn't come around every day."

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "If you don't eat, then go hungry!"

After hesitating for a moment, Red Lotus still ate the corpse.

Layers of light rippled around Red Lotus as she Pill Refining. Li Banfeng, wanting to be intimate with his Wife for a while, found Red Lotus an eyesore and casually tossed her into the second room.

Red Lotus sprayed two mouthfuls of dew in the second room, then began to refine the corpse.

After a moment, Red Lotus suddenly shuddered.

Within the two rooms, there seemed to be a vague idea, but it was unclear what that idea was.

P. S.: How could there be other people's thoughts in the Portable Abode? That's terrifying!