The Place of Great Calamity

Master Fu Taiyue, the most skilled Figure Painter in Pro State, appeared on a mountain, a mountain that shouldn't have been in this area.

Did he draw this mountain?

What level of skill does this old gentleman possess to be able to paint such a large mountain?

What was his purpose in drawing a mountain on my land?

Could it be that he noticed something special about this place and wanted to seize it?

Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. Fu Taiyue's sleeves were very long, and his hands were tucked inside them.

Li Banfeng suspected that he had taken some kind of weapon or magical artifact.

If we're going to make a move, we absolutely cannot let him get the first advantage.

Looking at the painting on the table, Fu Taiyue suddenly asked, "Would you like to learn to paint?"

Learning to draw?

Li Banfeng once studied painting with him; does he still remember that?

Because his painting style was too impressionistic, while Li Banfeng's technique of "Golden House Hides Beauty" required realism, and learning to paint from him without a foundation would be too difficult and the results too slow, Li Banfeng ultimately did not learn to paint from him. Fu Taiyue was quite angry about this at the time.

Now, the old painter seems to have changed his style. The figure painting on his desk is very realistic. Li Banfeng studied painting techniques with Zhong Bai and Hong Ying for a period of time and can see many skills and techniques in the painting.

Talk to him about the painting first, build up the foundation before getting off the donkey, and you'll be able to get the truth out of him.

Li Banfeng said, "I especially love painting, and I would be grateful for your guidance, sir."

Fu Taiyue stared at the painting on the desk for a long time without saying a word.

After a long while, Fu Taiyue seemed to have some feelings about it. He picked up his brush and dipped it in ink on the inkstone.

His sleeves were too long, Li Banfeng still couldn't see his hands, only a brush sticking out from the cuff, sketching the man's face on the scroll.

His attention to detail is admirable; with each stroke, the character's charm is enhanced.

As Fu Taiyue drew, he explained, "The hair needs to be slightly flowing, so that it looks like it's in the wind."

A winter without wind never feels cold enough; if winter isn't cold enough, then this scarf design is useless.

But the hair can't be blowing too much, and the wind can't be too strong, otherwise you won't be able to open your eyes when facing the wind.

This is valuable information; in just a few words, Li Banfeng learned a great deal from this old gentleman.

Fu Taiyue was in the zone, the slope was set up, and it was almost time to dismount. Li Banfeng asked, "Master Fu, what are the key points for painting mountains?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Fu Taiyue remained silent.

The slope is so gentle, why doesn't he come down?

Does he have a way to prevent the Fool Cultivation Skill?

This is unlikely. Firstly, the Fool Cultivation Skill of Fool Cultivation Skill are not easy to defend against, and secondly, not many people know about them.

Li Banfeng wanted to probe again, but a cold wind blew by, and a dark cloud drifted in from the sky, as if it was about to rain.

Fu Taiyue put down his brush, his expression changing slightly.

Did he realize I was trying to trick him into talking and now he wants to fight me?

Should we fight him?

If this mountain was indeed painted by Fu Taiyue, then Li Banfeng is essentially in Fu Taiyue's painted world, and this painted world must be under Fu Taiyue's absolute control.

If Li Banfeng were to engage in battle with Fu Taiyue here, he would suffer a great loss, especially since his Portable Abode wouldn't be by his side.

They were building a train station inside a cave, and in this critical moment, there was no way to retreat.

Li Banfeng said "Goodbye" and turned to leave.

Fu Taiyue said from behind, "Leaving so soon? Didn't you want to study a little longer?"

Li Banfeng said, "I've learned enough for today. Go back and study it carefully."

Fu Taiyue picked up his brush again, his eyes fixed on the painting. "I can tell at a glance that you are a painting prodigy."

"Study hard with me, and you'll have a bright future."

Li Banfeng smiled calmly.

That makes it sound like I'm a complete failure.

"I'll come to visit again tomorrow." Li Banfeng descended the mountain.

Fu Taiyue was still painting on the mountain, saying as he painted, "The moment I saw you, I knew you were a promising talent in this field."

This profession is difficult to learn. Many people practice diligently their entire lives and only become craftsmen. They can't become painters because they don't understand the artistic realm within it. Artistic realm depends entirely on talent. Without talent, no matter how much hard work you put in, it's useless.

You have talent, a rare talent. As long as you follow me, you will definitely become Grandmaster in both painting and Daoism!

As he spoke, he made some modifications to the painting. The young man in the painting looked very excited, tears streaming down his face.

Fu Taiyue sighed and said, "You always say you want to be a scholar, but there are scholars everywhere in this world. Do you really have the talent among them?"

You are in the prime of your life, don't waste it, or you'll regret it later. Painting is your path, I would never lie to you!

The young man in the painting is looking at Fu Taiyue and nodding vigorously.

Back at his Portable Abode, Li Banfeng said, "Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

The old man didn't answer, but Li Banfeng vaguely heard a song. "Running on flat ground, crossing mountains and rivers, billowing smoke, adding coal and water, we set off, once the train starts, its power is boundless—..."

He was singing Train Ballad.

The record player said, "The old man has been singing since early morning without stopping. He's so happy about the construction of the big station. Husband, is there anything you want to ask the old man?"

Li Banfeng said, "A Painting Cultivator has come to our area. He's quite skilled. He painted a huge mountain."

People can even paint in the mountains, and for a moment it's hard to tell which is the painting and which is the person.

The words were a bit convoluted, but the Wife heard them clearly. "Painting Cultivator used paintings to sneak into other people's homes. This has happened before, Yingying even experienced it."

Hong Ying spat and said, "Pah! What do you mean I experienced it? I saw it!"

"Tell your husband about that!"

Hong Ying said, "When I was eleven, my second brother was preparing for the imperial examination. He had made all the necessary arrangements, so the exam was just a formality. But he still had to study a little."

He said he was afraid of being disturbed and needed peace and quiet, so he moved to the East Courtyard to study. After some time, his studies didn't improve, but his health deteriorated. He couldn't walk two miles without breaking a sweat.

My father consulted a doctor, who only said he was weak and needed to eat more nourishing foods. That day, my mother made some soup and asked me to take it to him. But when I went into his room, I found him crawling into a painting on the wall.

I was terrified and immediately told my father. He had someone examine the painting and discovered it was the work of a Painting Cultivator of hand. The painting was a gift from a friend to my second brother, created by the talented woman Mu Yuejuan. This Mu Yuejuan was both a sleight of Painting Cultivator and Joy Cultivator, using her paintings to seduce countless young men. If it had been discovered any later, my second brother would have lost his life.

Li Banfeng asked, "To be more specific, what's in that painting?"

Hong Ying shook her head and said, "I've never been inside. I only know that the painting depicts a large mansion. My second brother told me that there are seventy-two rooms inside, and each room has a stunningly beautiful woman."

He changed rooms every night, and after two and a half months he had gone through a whole circuit. When he returned to his first room, he found that the beauty had changed again. Such a wonderful place, even if it drained him dry, he would accept it.

Li Banfeng asked, "And then what? Where did the painting go? And where did Mu Yuejuan go?"

Hong Ying said, "My father burned the painting, but it was no use. Mu Yuejuan had hundreds of similar paintings, and each painting was connected to the others."

She could walk from one painting into another; no one could catch her. My brother thought he had slept with over seventy beauties, but in reality, they were all just Mu Yuejuan; she simply used her painting skills to change her appearance.

Li Banfeng clicked his tongue and said, "Such a beautiful painting, it would be a shame to burn it."

The record player snapped, "What do you want to do?"

Li Banfeng explained, "I wanted to study the combat techniques of Painting Cultivator."

The record player chuckled, "You can't even tell the difference between 'door' and 'household,' what skills do you know?"

"My lord, the Painting Cultivator has delivered the painting to your territory. This is somewhat troublesome. You must not fight him inside the painting; you will surely suffer a great loss."

This was just as Li Banfeng had anticipated.

Hong Ying said, "Then let's just burn his paintings!"

The record player said, "It's not that easy to burn. Painting Cultivator have fireproofing measures. Besides, do you know where he painted the mountain? What if he painted it on the ground? Would you burn the ground too?"

"My lord, if this Painting Cultivator has no ill intentions, it's fine to let him stay in your territory for a while. But if he does, you'd better lure him out of the Painting Cultivator before you make your move."

Hong Ying asked, "What if we can't lure it out?"

The record player cursed, "Who's like you, a useless blockhead who can't do anything but fight?"

My husband is a man of skill!

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, then took out his brush and ink and began to paint.

After spending more than three hours, Li Banfeng painted a Beauty Picture. Hong Ying praised it repeatedly after seeing it, saying, "Seventh Son's painting skills have improved. This painting can fetch a good price if it is sent to a painting studio."

Even the Blood-Containing Pendulum, who has never appreciated ink paintings, praised Li Banfeng, saying, "This painting has a spirit. If the owner had painted it in oil, it would have been just as moving."

Looking at the Beauty Picture, Li Banfeng shook his head slightly and said, "It's still a bit lacking. It feels like it's missing a bit of Spiritual Qi. I'll go up the mountain again tomorrow and talk to him about the painting."

That night, Li Banfeng slept with a record player in his Portable Abode at Sui Shen Ju. Li Banfeng woke up suddenly around 3 a. m.

Seeing that he was covered in sweat, the record player asked with concern, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Li Banfeng said, "I want to go see that old painter again."

The record player seemed puzzled. "My lord, what are you going to see in the middle of the night? Can't you wait until tomorrow?"

"I was worried he had run away overnight."

The record player laughed and said, "New York doesn't distinguish between day and night. If he wants to run away, does he have to wait until night?"

Besides, if he runs away, wouldn't that just do what my husband wants?

"That's true." Li Banfeng lay back on the bed, feeling restless and unable to fall asleep.

A short while later, he sat up again. "I have to go check. It would be fine if he ran away, but I'm afraid he might attack my territory."

Li Banfeng, carrying a bunch of magical treasures, left his Portable Abode and sped towards the mountains.

As Li Banfeng started running, his mood calmed down considerably. In the blink of an eye, he reached the foot of the mountain. As soon as Li Banfeng stopped, the Judge's Brush exclaimed, "So fast?"

I'm an eighth-level Travel Cultivator, isn't it normal for me to be fast?

Is this really something that warrants the Judge's Brush to utter three words?

The glove said, "Honey, you really ran fast today. I was in your pocket and didn't dare to move, afraid you'd throw me off."

Li Banfeng moved his knees and indeed felt that his legs were particularly strong.

Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly heard a clap of thunder.

Rumble!

Li Banfeng shivered.

Such a big person shouldn't be frightened by thunder, so what's with this cold?

When he first learned the technique, Li Banfeng still remembered the Carriage Driver's teachings: the key to Auspiciousness and Avoiding Calamity lies in being meticulous. Travel Cultivator, one must consider one's own life with every step.

Although he did not sense any danger, Li Banfeng decided not to go up the mountain tonight.

If we don't go up the mountain, how can we know Fu Taiyue's condition?

As long as he could prevent a sneak attack, Li Banfeng decided to take a tour of the territory.

It was almost dawn when Li Banfeng returned. He complained, "Husband, why did you take so long? You only stayed at home for a few hours yesterday."

How could an eight-story House Cultivator like this? It's a good thing our old man is busy repairing the station, otherwise he would definitely have given you a piece of his mind.

Li Banfeng wiped the sweat from his body and said, "I was worried, so I walked around the area. I stayed at home during the day today."

Li Banfeng slept until noon, but then he couldn't stay still anymore. He wanted to go out for a walk, so he made up an excuse and went out again.

The old man was busy with the station matters and really had no mood to pay attention to Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng went to take a look at the reclaimed Land Block first, while Chu Er and Old Cow each led their men to rest on the Land Block.

They made an agreement that they would only fight for one afternoon each day, and rest for the rest of the time. They would not launch surprise attacks on each other, nor would they attack the wounded soldiers of the other side.

Chu Er was terrifying when he went berserk, but he set rules and executed them very well. Less than ten minutes before the battle, Old Cow's formation was still not complete. Chu Er and his men waited quietly, without any intention of launching a sneak attack.

After the battle began, the two sides remained evenly matched. Li Banfeng did not linger. He returned to Portable Abode to collect his painting expenses and went up the mountain again.

There was no thunder this time, so it should be safe to go up the mountain now. The humidity in the mountains is even higher than yesterday, and a lot of the drawing paper that Li Banfeng brought got wet.

After circling the mountain more than a dozen times, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue. His hands were covered by his sleeves, with the tip of his pen sticking out of his sleeves, which were covered in ink.

The portrait from yesterday is gone; perhaps it was finished, and he painted a new one instead.

This painting depicts a middle-aged man around forty years old, with a writing brush, inkstone, and brush beside him, his eyes filled with longing.

But Fu Taiyue still couldn't draw the hand, Li Banfeng still couldn't discern the movements of the people in the painting.

Both Zhong Bai and Hong Ying have said that being a painter requires solid skills, but given Fu Taiyue's abilities, he shouldn't have any problems with the basics.

"Mr. Fu, is there a reason why you've never painted hands?"

After a long silence, Fu Taiyue asked, "Have you grasped the state of mind required for painting?"

Is it too early to talk about one's state of mind?

Besides, I have no intention of pursuing a career in painting.

Li Banfeng wasn't in a hurry to build a slope; he focused on learning painting techniques first.

He had the gloves carry his desk, paper, pen, and inkstone, so he could study and practice at the same time.

As noon approached, Li Banfeng felt he had learned enough for the day, so he had his gloves put away the desk and left the old man one hundred silver dollars.

A renowned painter in Pro State, whose tuition is worth the amount, it's only natural to pay for art lessons. Building a bridge doesn't necessarily require just talking.

Does this old man have anything to eat in this desolate wilderness?

Li Banfeng placed two cans of food next to Fu Taiyue and went down the mountain alone.

Fu Taiyue stared at his painting for several hours.

In the evening, he used a porcelain cup to collect some dewdrops, intending to put them into the inkstone to grind ink, but he was a little reluctant to do so.

He brought the porcelain cup to his lips, his eyes filled with longing.

The man in the painting says to Fu Taiyue, "You can't drink it, you absolutely can't drink it."

Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and poured the water into it.

The man in the painting warns, "Don't swallow it, spit it out immediately!"

Fu Taiyue held it in his mouth for a while, then spat it out.

He looked at the cans on the ground.

This time, he really couldn't hold back anymore.

The man in the painting said again, "You can't eat it, you can't eat even a single bite. If you do, it's all over."

Fu Taiyue said, "Isn't just waiting to starve to death the same as nothing?"

The man in the painting says, "Every day we can live is a day we can survive. Maybe we can still make our way down the mountain?"

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "We can't go down anymore; it's pointless anyway!"

He used his teeth to crack open the metal can and poured all the meat and broth from it into his mouth.

He chewed for a long time, but this time he couldn't bear to spit it out.

He swallowed it, and then opened another can.

The person in the painting kept sighing, but there was nothing they could do.

That night, Li Banfeng woke up again in the middle of the night.

The record player yawned and said, "My dear husband, can't sleep again?"

"I still want to go out and see the world."

Hong Ying yawned and said, "If this keeps going on, it'll make me mentally ill. I'll talk to the old man about letting me out so I can beat that painter to death and that will put my mind at ease."

As they were talking, Li Banfeng had already packed his things and left.

After Li Banfeng had been gone for a while, the record player sensed something was wrong. "Yingying, I have something to ask you."

"What are you asking now?" Hong Ying said impatiently. "He's done making a scene, and you keep making a scene. Can't anyone get any sleep?"

"Why does my husband always want to run away?"

"He has someone else outside, aren't you angry?"

"Look at him, is he about to get a promotion?"

"What do you mean, 'level up'?" Hong Ying snorted. "He just leveled up eight times. Do you think cultivation is so easy to earn?"

"Cultivation points, easy to earn—" The record player pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "It probably really has earned a lot of cultivation points."

That mountain might not be a painting!

Hong Ying didn't understand. "If it wasn't drawn, where else could it have come from?"

Where did it come from?

The record player couldn't think of anything for the time being.

"Old man," the record player called out, "Call that madman back first."

Portable Abode did not respond.

Hong Ying said, "He's been busy repairing the station. He didn't sleep a wink last night, and he worked all day. He's sleeping soundly now. How could you possibly wake him?"

"Repairing the station, the main station— Heaven Heart Stone, no wonder it's such a coincidence!" the record player shouted. "Oh no! Old man, get up! Call that madman back!"

Li Banfeng climbed the mountain, muttering to Li Banfeng as he walked, "I must find out his intentions, otherwise I won't be able to sleep soundly!"

The Judge's Brush wrote in his pen, "Is it really because of him?"

Wasn't it because of him?

Who else could it be because of?

After searching the mountains and fields for almost a whole night and walking countless miles, Li Banfeng finally found Fu Taiyue.

The middle-aged man I painted yesterday is finished. Today I painted an elderly man in his Huajia, who is Fu Taiyue himself.

He still didn't draw hands this time.

Li Banfeng looked at Fu Taiyue's hands. His hands were behind his back, hidden in his sleeves, and from the outside, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Based on our two previous encounters, Fu Taiyue is a very shrewd and calculating man; we absolutely cannot rush things regarding building this slope.

Li Banfeng set up his desk and quietly began to paint. After waiting for more than an hour, Fu Taiyue finally spoke:

"Ten years can only bring one level of cultivation; the path of cultivation is simply too difficult."

Li Banfeng responded, "Isn't that how every Daoist sect is?"

Fu Taiyue sighed, "But there is no limit to the art of painting. I have only just begun, yet I have reached the end of my journey in this lifetime."

Hearing this, Li Banfeng felt a little relieved; Fu Taiyue clearly hadn't reached the clouds yet.

"Mr. Fu, your painting skills are already very high."

"I've painted so many pictures for that Mountain God told me that only by going to the Extremely Yin Land can one appreciate the highest realm of painting. Do you dare to go?"

Fu Taiyue began to reveal key information.

When Li Banfeng visited Fu Taiyue's home, he did see Fu Taiyue's painting of the Mountain God, which was very imposing.

Was it the Mountain God who sent him here?

Fu Taiyue looked at the painting and repeated, "Extremely Yin Land, do you dare to go?"

Li Banfeng said, "I am far from that level, but Mr. Fu has already reached that level. I think you would definitely dare to go."

Looking at his painting, Fu Taiyue added, "But the Mountain God also said that going to the Extremely Yin Land is a matter of life and death."

Li Banfeng then asked, "Which Mountain God are you referring to? And where exactly is the Extremely Yin Land?"

Fu Taiyue then looked at his painting and said, "So what if you survive a near-death experience? You're already so old. If you don't go now, you'll never have another chance in your life."

But that place is too special; even if I wanted to go, I might not be able to.

Li Banfeng didn't say anything more.

He was thinking about something.

Who exactly was Fu Taiyue talking to?

Judging from the current situation, Fu Taiyue keeps talking to his own portrait, and he is probably talking to himself.

Thinking back to the previous situation, could it be that he has been talking to himself these past few days?

Fu Taiyue gazed at the painting and continued, "The Mountain God says that the mountain is coming soon. Are you going or not?"

Is that mountain coming?

Can mountains move?

The portrait in the painting speaks, addressing Fu Taiyue: "That mountain came at the wrong time; it's early spring, and there's a lot of rain!"

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "It wasn't raining when I went up the mountain."

The portrait says, "But as soon as we reached the summit, the rain just started pouring down!"

What happens when it rains?

Fu Taiyue said, "I could have dodged it, but I'm getting old, my eyesight is failing, and my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be."

The portrait sighed, "It would be good if you could have come down the mountain sooner."

"I really want to get down the mountain, but I can't find the way down. Once I'm poisoned by them, I can no longer find the way down."

The portrait said, "Actually, you've already run down the mountain. If you had run another two or three miles, you could have broken through completely."

Fu Taiyue said, "I want to rush out, but I can't run anymore."

The portrait artist sighed and said, "You should have cut off your hand back then. Losing a hand would at least have saved your life."

Fu Taiyue shook his head and said, "I can't live without my hands. That's my right hand. Without my right hand, how can I paint?"

A cold wind blew, and dark clouds suddenly gathered.

Rumble!

A thunderclap sounded, Fu Taiyue looked at the portrait and said, "I'll draw your hands. I can hardly remember what you look like anymore. Once I can't remember you, I'm completely finished."

The portrait did not speak. Fu Taiyue held a brush and painted a pair of arms on the scroll.

Li Banfeng wasn't sure if it was an arm. He couldn't see the hand, nor the upper arm or forearm. He only saw that Fu Taiyue had drawn two swollen, twisted segments of flesh on the shoulders of the portrait.

The portrait says, "My hands don't look like this."

"But this is what my hands look like—" Fu Taiyue's right hand emerged from his sleeve.

Fu Taiyue's hand wasn't a hand at all; it was a piece of flesh, just like in the painting, without skin, like a lump of flesh that had been rotting for a long time, covered in thick pus that stuck to the brush.

"Your hands are so badly damaged, you can't hide them anymore," Fu Taiyue said expressionlessly. "It's over, it's really over this time."

Boom! Thunder rumbled again!

Splash!

It's raining.

"I'm thirsty! I want to drink water!" Fu Taiyue tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and greedily drank the rainwater.

The portrait shouts, "No drinking! No drinking!"

After drinking the rainwater, Fu Taiyue's head swelled up rapidly, his hair and beard fell out quickly, and his eyes and ears fell to the ground.

The body swelled up along with the head, the skin cracked open layer by layer, and fat and flesh gushed out from the cracks, quickly covering the entire body.

In less than a minute, Fu Taiyue's face was completely disfigured, his body covered in pus, blood and grease, and only a mouth remained on his round head, roaring at Li Banfeng.

"Squeak!"

The cry was sharp and piercing, and Li Banfeng was really afraid of Thread-Pulling Earring.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this Illusion Technique created by Fu Taiyue using a painting?

Li Banfeng's figure suddenly disappeared; he wanted to use Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers to test the other party.

Fu Taiyue stood still, not tracking Li Banfeng's figure, and seemingly unharmed by the "Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers" technique.

"Squeak!"

Fu Taiyue roared again.

The Judge's Brush suddenly shouted, "Ghost, the DaoLao Ghost!"

What is DaoLao Ghost?

Woo-hoo~ woo-hoo~

Li Banfeng heard the sound of a ship's horn; it was his Portable Abode urging him to return.

Puff!

Fu Taiyue opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black mist at Li Banfeng.

"Flash!" the Judge's Brush shouted.

Without needing the Judge's Brush to remind him, Li Banfeng had already dodged; this black mist must be poisonous.

"Hold your breath, go!" The Judge's Brush carried Li Banfeng into the air.

Li Banfeng was still thinking about how to subdue the monster.

This is his territory; he can't let this damned knife cause trouble.

The Judge's Brush flew for a moment, the rain grew heavier, Fu Taiyue suddenly leaped up from the forest and spewed a mouthful of black mist toward Li Banfeng.

The Judge's Brush dodged with all its might, preventing the black mist from sticking to Li Banfeng.

As soon as Fu Taiyue landed, he leaped up again, swung his fleshy arm, and smashed it down on Li Banfeng.

The monster was very fast, and the Judge's Brush wasn't nimble enough. Seeing that he couldn't dodge it, Li Banfeng released the Judge's Brush, and it landed on the ground.

A DaoLao Ghost appeared ahead. Was this still Fu Taiyue?

"Oops~"

A DaoLao Ghost leaped out of the bushes.

"Goo-ya~"

Another one jumped down from the tree.

Li Banfeng felt the soil beneath his feet was loose and quickly moved to another spot.

A piece of meat broke through the ground, and a DaoLao Ghost crawled out of the mud.

"Squeak~" The roaring sound echoed throughout the mountains and fields, never ceasing.

What the heck are all these knives?

What the hell is this knife?

Li Banfeng recalled what the Carriage Driver had said years ago, "There is a Knife Ghost Ridge Sheep Fork Mountain. If you walk a mile on the ridge, you will not only have enough time for cultivation, but you can also accumulate a whole day's worth of time."

Is this Knife Ghost Ridge?

How did Knife Ghost Ridge end up here?

PS: In Chapter 39, the Carriage Driver mentioned Knife Ghost Ridge, which is one of the most dangerous places in Pro State.

Thank you to our leader, Ruichi Tianxia, and thank you for your strong support of Salad and Lord of Pro.