Iron Gate Fort Has Only One Fort Lord

At noon, after having lunch, Dick Chen sat quietly in the courtyard of the house, waiting.

The Carriage Driver asked, "How long do you want to wait? You've ruined my work for a whole day; you have to make up for the fare."

Dick Chen nodded and said, "I am a fair person. I will not give them a penny less than they deserve. I will wait here for my soldiers. Once they are all here, we will set off."

"You still have warriors here?" the Carriage Driver asked in surprise. "You still have people from Iron Gate Fort?"

"That depends on how you define Iron Gate Fort," Dick Chen laughed. "If you only consider the canyon where Zhai Xiu House Cultivator, I have people there too, but not many."

If you include all the surrounding villages within Iron Gate Fort's territory, then I have quite a few men.

The Carriage Driver nodded and said, "It's good that you have men under your command. Let me make this clear first. There's Local Earth God in Iron Gate Fort. With my cultivation level, if I were to make a move randomly within the fortress, I would summon that Local Earth God."

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. I can't gain the upper hand in front of the Local Earth God, and you'll all suffer as a result. So, I can't take the initiative in this matter.

Dick Chen was prepared for this. "There is a forest to the east of Iron Gate Fort. You just need to be there to provide backup. If I enter the forest, it means something has happened to me. You need to eliminate all the pursuers behind me to ensure my safe departure."

The Carriage Driver nodded and said, "That's easy."

As they were talking, people began to arrive at the door one after another.

Dick Chen waved to them, and the newcomer walked into the courtyard and stood respectfully beside Dick Chen.

These people included men and women, young and old. Among them was a House Cultivator named Jin Yuankang, who was considered a person of some status in Iron Gate Fort.

Dick Chen asked Jin Yuankang, "Old Jin, have you tried to persuade them?"

Jin Yuankang sighed and said, "I tried to persuade them, but they wouldn't listen. They always said—"

"No need to say anything more." Dick Chen didn't want to hear Jin Yuankang talk about any of the process; he only wanted the result.

By one o'clock, a total of thirty people had arrived in the courtyard.

Dick Chen stood in the courtyard and addressed the crowd. "My Chen Weixin. Most of you know me. I selected you after rigorous screening, leading you onto the path of pursuing the light, onto this path of rebuilding Pro State. You have gained new life and faith."

Today we are about to fight our first battle for our faith. We will wipe out all the corrupt forces that are blocking Pro State's progress. If any of you are afraid, you can speak up now, and I can make him leave without holding him accountable.

We are comrades-in-arms who share a common ideal. Among us, there is only fairness and voluntariness; there will absolutely be no coercion or coercion!

Upon hearing these words, everyone remained expressionless, their resolute eyes showing no sign of retreat or hesitation.

For the Carriage Driver, such a look was completely incomprehensible.

He turned his gaze toward the doorway, as if he had noticed something amiss.

He saw a very large spider web faintly visible outside the door. As Cloud Above Cultivator, the Carriage Driver had great difficulty seeing it, and the others in the courtyard could not see the spider web at all.

Once you choose to leave, you will inevitably have to walk out the main door, and you will definitely get entangled in this spider web. What the consequences will be after you get entangled is up to Detective Dabo Ensi to decide.

Once everyone had arrived, Dick Chen led his men off. The Carriage Driver went ahead to guard the forest, Dabo Ensi's collected the spider webs and awaited Dick Chen's orders.

Dick Chen added, "You stay here to protect the spear. If I fail to capture Iron Gate Fort, you leave immediately with the spear."

Dabo Ensi's bowed respectfully and watched Dick Chen and his party leave.

Thirty people followed Dick Chen to the gates of Iron Gate Fort. The steam gates of Iron Gate Fort were tightly closed, and the gates and both sides of the valley were heavily guarded by House Cultivator.

Outside the Iron Gate Fort, there is a boundary line paved with lime, which is exactly one hundred meters away from the Iron Gate.

For House Cultivator, who is relatively dogmatic in his approach to things, the right time to strike is not easy to grasp. However, if boundaries are set, things become much more intuitive and simple. Once someone crosses those boundaries, House Cultivator will immediately retaliate.

Upon seeing Dick Chen arrive with his men, Wu Yongchao ordered everyone to prepare for battle. One of them pointed at Jin Yuankang and said to Wu Yongchao, "Old Jin is over there with them."

Wu Yongchao was taken aback. "Wasn't Lao Jin sick? Wasn't he resting at home? When did he go out?"

The crowd exchanged glances, unable to speak. Dick Chen, standing outside the door, began to address them. "Brothers and sisters of Iron Gate Fort, I am Chen Weixin. I have come here today not to bring war, nor to bring slaughter, but to bring you light."

I want to give Iron Gate Fort a fresh start, a complete rebuild and transformation. I want to bring true happiness to Iron Gate Fort and return the light that rightfully belongs to this world to every person in Iron Gate Fort.

Dick Chen's words were very persuasive, but most of the House Cultivator couldn't understand them.

To be precise, they can understand each word individually, but when they are put together, they have difficulty understanding them.

Dick Chen continued, "My brothers and sisters, from this day forward, I, Chen Weixin, am your lord. You can all confide in me about the hardships you have endured, and I will dedicate my life to healing your inner wounds."

I am willing to be your father, the father of all Iron Gate Fort, to love every single one of you as I would my own flesh and blood. Please open the gates now to welcome your future, your new life, and your new lord!

After saying that, Dick Chen took a step forward.

He was only three steps away from the 100-meter boundary. Dick Chen took two steps forward first, and the House Cultivator did not react at all.

On his third step, Dick Chen stepped directly across the boundary line. Before his feet even touched the ground, an arrow flew towards his face.

Dick Chen dodged the arrow and took a step back.

This arrow was shot by Wu Yongchao.

The second arrow was nocked and aimed at Dick Chen's head.

Dick Chen shouted, "I am Chen Weixin! I am your lord! Why are you pointing your weapons at your new lord?!"

Wu Yongchao replied, "Iron Gate Fort has only one lord! The lord of Iron Gate Fort is not Chen Weixin! The people of Iron Gate Fort only listen to their lord!"

These are the rules of Iron Gate Fort, three ironclad rules set by Li Banfeng.

The House Cultivator all understood what he was saying.

Dick Chen, "I am now your lord, because I am here, and your lord is not!"

Wu Yongchao said, "Whether the fortress lord is here or not, he is still our fortress lord. He is our fortress lord when he is alive, and he is still our fortress lord when he dies and becomes a ghost."

Dick Chen frowned and said, "What kind of logic is that?"

Wu Yongchao explained the principle to Dick Chen: "When you get into bed, you have to recognize your wife; when you get out of bed, you have to recognize your shoes."

Once you leave the fortress, you need to know the way back; once you enter, you need to know the fortress lord.

We recognize our lord. Nothing you say matters. Take another step forward, and we'll kill you today!

Don't underestimate these House Cultivators. Back when they were with Zhou Anju, they demonstrated considerable combat prowess. Later, Li Banfeng invited bandits from Flying Eagle Mountain, and with their strong support, the House Cultivator developed a high level of combat skills.

Hiding in the shadows, Li Banfeng was very satisfied with the current performance of the House Cultivator.

Dick Chen estimated the distance to the steam gate and gestured for his men to rush forward with him.

His men followed behind him, but were still somewhat hesitant.

Dick Chen rolled his eyes upward, closed his eyelids, and then quickly opened his eyes again.

Thirty of his men did the same thing: first they closed their eyes, then they opened them.

After opening their eyes, they did not hesitate. Heads up, they marched in unison toward the steam gate.

What's going on?

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand this scene.

Could it be that Dick Chen is a cultivator who manipulates the thoughts of his subordinates?

It seems possible.

Of course, the distance to the large iron gate is too far, and the cultivation techniques of Nianxiu should not be able to reach the House Cultivator behind the gate.

Wu Yongchao ordered a counterattack. Since there were no fixed techniques for the first and second levels of the House Cultivator, the fighting methods of the lower-level House Cultivator varied. All the House Cultivator with ranged combat skills took action. Some used bows and arrows like Wu Yongchao, some threw darts, some used slingshots, and some threw stones directly.

The tactics may seem rudimentary, but their destructive power is considerable. When dealing with the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain, Wu Yongchao's arrows never missed, piercing the heads of every single one of them.

But today his arrows weren't so accurate. To be precise, the enemy dodged very quickly. The arrows could graze their cheeks and wound their flesh, but they just couldn't hit any vital organs.

The others were in the same situation. Dick Chen, with thirty men, quickly reached the iron gate. Wu Yongchao ordered the steam valve to be opened, and scalding steam blew out, burning the skin and flesh of the enemies in the front row.

But they seem oblivious to pain.

One by one, they rushed to the steam gate, grabbing the smooth, scorching hot door panels and trying to pull it open.

Is it because their cultivation level is too high and they have taken sufficient precautions?

No, they were injured. Li Banfeng discovered that many of them were seriously injured, but they did not react as one would expect from an injured person.

These thirty people are strange; they are real people, but they don't quite seem real.

They must have fallen for Dick Chen's technique, but it seems to be quite different from the Thought Cultivation Technique.

What happened next was even stranger.

The steam gate was driven by a steam engine, and there wasn't even a handle on the outer surface of the gate, yet these thirty people managed to open it without much effort.

Hehehe!

The steam door was cracked.

The Iron Gate Fort's strongest defenses have been breached just like that?

Wu Yongchao was shocked and quickly ordered the maintenance workers to increase the firepower of the steam engine.

The mechanics shouted, "The pressure gauge is about to burst, but the door isn't working!"

What does it mean to not perform meritorious service?

Wu Yongchao didn't understand the Work Method and couldn't comprehend the explanations from the construction workers, so he could only direct the other House Cultivator to do their best to guard the gate.

In the chaos, just as Dick Chen was about to lead his men into the fortress, Li Banfeng, who was hiding on the hillside, took out a teapot.

He splashed a pot of tea at the enemy.

The tea leaves hit the ground, creating a barrier, and more tea leaves continued to rise from the ground.

The teapot's properties are extremely effective against lower-level cultivators, but stopping Dick Chen would be far too difficult.

Li Banfeng wanted to buy the House Cultivator some time so they could decide on their next course of action.

The House Cultivator quickly calmed down. Since the main gate had been lost, they had to prepare for a street battle. The House Cultivator on the fourth floor and above quickly took out stone carvings, clay sculptures, and scrolls, preparing their techniques for keeping Golden House Hides Beauty away.

But Li Banfeng didn't expect that the Old Teapot's barrier would be broken so quickly.

Thirty enemies were soaking in the tea, their bones exposed from the ankles down, but just like opening a steam gate, they pressed their hands against the barrier until it slowly disappeared.

How did the barrier disappear? It certainly wasn't crushed by those thirty-odd people.

Before Li Banfeng could figure out the reason, he suddenly saw the teapot fly up and its spout point at Li Banfeng.

"You've rebelled, you old fool!" The glove preemptively stuffed the teapot into its belly.

The teapot's sudden betrayal was something Li Banfeng never expected.

Looking down at the fortress, Dick Chen was leading his men into it. Meanwhile, the female House Cultivator Li Zhijuan was manipulating the rag dolls she had sewn, leading a group of stone statues and clay sculptures in a fierce battle with the enemy.

These House Cultivator were very skilled at keeping Golden House Hides Beauty, and initially they had the upper hand in the battle.

However, after a short while, the dolls, stone statues, and clay sculptures all stopped moving.

Li Zhijuan and a group of House Cultivator also stopped moving.

Wu Yongchao originally intended to control the beauty in the painting to fight the enemy, but he found that the situation was not quite right.

The puppets that have been touched by the enemy will stop moving.

The puppet's owner also stopped moving.

No sophisticated tactics were found from the enemy; they simply reached out and touched him.

With the battle going against them, they had to change tactics as soon as possible. Li Banfeng took out a copper gong and started pounding it as he ran along the cliff.

He moved so fast that others couldn't see his figure clearly, but they could hear the sound of the gong.

Once the gong is sounded, all the House Cultivator must return home to defend the fortress; this was a rule that Li Banfeng established when he first set out the fortress.

Wu Yongchao still didn't know who had ordered the gong to be struck, but most of the House Cultivator in the surrounding area had already left.

Left with no other choice, he could only retreat back to the house. As he walked to the door, an enemy grabbed Wu Yongchao from behind.

This was at his doorstep. Wu Yongchao could have easily broken free, but he stood there motionless.

Even his Home Spirit was alarmed, shouting hoarsely, "Child, what are you doing? Come back at once!"

Li Banfeng, who was running along the edge of the cliff, was about to go down to rescue the person when he suddenly heard Gloves shout, "Master, we can't go! I can see through the other person's cultivation style; he's a Sleep Cultivator!"

Is Dick Chen a Sleep Cultivator?

Li Banfeng said, "So, he used dreams to control this group of people?"

"Master, dreams are dreams, and sleep is sleep. Dreams affect the mind, and sleep affects the body; they are two different things. His subordinates, including himself, have all been slept on and watched, and after being slept on, they have come under his control."

These sleeping people are single-minded, quick-witted, ruthless, and feel no pain. The most difficult thing to deal with is that if you touch them, you'll fall asleep too.

Li Banfeng said, "Li Zhijuan didn't encounter any enemies either. She just used the 'Golden House Hides Beauty' trick, so how come she fell asleep?"

"Master, some techniques require the transmission of force. Techniques that can transmit force are also subject to the control of the Sleep Cultivator. Our Old Teapot suddenly turned against us just now because it was through the transmission of force in the technique that it was controlled by the Sleep Cultivator."

"Can Sleep Cultivator techniques also control magical artifacts?"

"Not only that! Master, the main gate inside the fort is asleep too."

Door?

Steam gate?

That thing has no spirit; it's purely mechanical.

Can Sleep Cultivator put machines to sleep?

This Daoist sect is being a bit unreasonable.

More and more people in the fort fell asleep. Dick Chen continued to walk deeper into the fort. One after another, the House Cultivator stood by the roadside like clay sculptures. It looked like Dick Chen was about to reach the manor of the fort lord.

Li Banfeng roared, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

He wanted to use his Wife's Sound Cultivation Technique to awaken the sleeping House Cultivator.

But the House Cultivator did not wake up.

The glove reminded him, "Master, shouting at them won't work. Even boiling water won't wake them up. We need to find a way to wake Sleep Cultivator."

Li Banfeng arrived near Dick Chen and shouted again, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo~".

Dick Chen stopped in his tracks, his face contorted, but he still didn't wake up.

Even the Wife's Sound Cultivation Technique couldn't wake him up. Just how high is this person's level?

Or perhaps Sound Cultivation Technique are ineffective against him?

The Music Box kept vibrating in her pocket; she wanted to try it out.

I almost forgot, the technique for Music Box should have come from Sleep Cultivator.

Li Banfeng wound up the Music Box and approached Dick Chen with Music Box.

Although Dick Chen was asleep, his basic reflexes were even sharper than when he was awake. Li Banfeng was extremely cautious and played music on the Music Box.

This piece of music was specifically designed to wake people up. The Music Box played half of the piece, but Dick Chen showed no reaction.

The Music Box lacks depth and cannot wake up Dick Chen.

Tang Blade said, "My lord, give me cover, I'll cut this bastard down with one strike!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "You can't go. If you get controlled by him, the glove company might not be able to take you in."

"Seventh Director, perhaps I can put up a fight!" the projector volunteered.

Gloves said, "A'Ji, it's even worse if you go. They're asleep, and Illusion Technique won't work on them."

"I won't use Illusion Technique; I'll use the Withering Skill."

The glove said, "I think your Withering Skill, which is still a power transmission technique, will definitely be controlled by the Sleep Cultivator."

Whose technique doesn't transmit power?

The Wine Gourd said, "Little brother, my technique doesn't transmit force. Once the wine is spilled, it's spilled and has nothing to do with me anymore."

That's really irrelevant, but what should we do after the wine is spilled?

Set it on fire?

Burn down the House Cultivator and the Iron Gate Fort together?

Li Banfeng had no intention of doing that.

The Wine Gourd didn't forget to offer a suggestion. "Let Dream Virtue try it. She's Dream Cultivator and has some restraint towards Sleep Cultivator."

Dream Cultivator can manipulate dreams, which might have some impact on Dick Chen.

But how significant will the impact be?

Gloves wasn't optimistic. "Master, this Sleep Cultivator is at a very high level. Even the First Madam's techniques couldn't wake him. How much use can Dream Virtue possibly be?"

"Could it be that his level is above that of the First Madam?" Zhong Bai asked.

Li Banfeng surveyed the battle situation.

More and more House Cultivator are falling asleep, but quite a few are also House Cultivator back to their own homes.

The sleepers are spreading like zombies. Whether it's the House Cultivator himself or the puppets in his hands, anyone who touches Dick Chen or his men will stand stiffly in the middle of the road.

The first few infected House Cultivator have joined the intruders and are heading towards the lord's mansion.

But there are only a few of them.

Why did the others simply fall asleep and not join Dick Chen in the fight?

The number of people allowed is limited!

Why did Dick Chen only bring thirty men? Was it because he couldn't find enough men?

If he brings three hundred men and puts them all to sleep, so they feel no pain or fear, and they all rush into Iron Gate Fort, how can we resist?

He can put everything around him to sleep, even steam-powered iron gates. With that ability, why doesn't he build a massive mechanical army?

The fact that he doesn't do it proves that he can't.

Thirty people might be his limit. He could handle a few more, but if there were more, the newly converted sleepers wouldn't fight alongside Dick Chen; they would simply fall into a deep sleep.

What if it continues to increase?

Then we need to conduct an experiment.

Li Banfeng returned to Portable Abode and took out a stack of paper figures.

These paper figures are all printed; little effort was put into them, resulting in poor quality and low combat power.

Li Banfeng had no intention of letting them fight at all. He casually threw them among the enemy, without even the most basic control over them, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Once manipulated, the force transmission behavior described by the gloves will occur. To put it simply, it means that there is still a connection with these paper figures. As long as there is even a slight connection, you may be pulled into a deep sleep along with the paper figures.

More than two hundred paper figures were thrown out, and upon encountering the enemy, they all fell into a deep sleep.

Li Banfeng threw out more than a hundred more, about eighty of which were already asleep, and about ten were still awake.

They threw out thirty more, and none of the thirty paper figures slept.

Dick Chen had reached his limit; he couldn't let any more people fall into a deep sleep.

Li Banfeng had a rough estimate of Dick Chen's cultivation level.

"His level is definitely higher than Dream Virtue and the Music Box, but it can't be higher than the Wife."

My Wife's Sound Cultivation Technique couldn't wake him because they were restricted by me, and besides, those Sleep Cultivators are inherently wary of sound.

After falling into a deep sleep, Dick Chen's thinking ability was significantly limited.

Now that he can't let more people fall into a deep sleep, he has to deal with him properly.

Li Banfeng first had Tang Blade do a test, slashing at the House Cultivator Jin Yuankang lived.

If Jin Yuankang still possessed the ability to House Cultivator, this strike might not have actually killed him.

But now he is just one of Dick Chen's many puppets. Like the other puppets, he reacts quickly, but not as fast as Tang Blade. His body is rough and he can't withstand Tang Blade.

Puff!

A flash of cold light, Tang Blade slashed down from the left shoulder and out from the right waist, cutting Jin Yuankang in two.

On his deathbed, Jin Yuankang, abandoned by Dick Chen, broke free from his slumber and shouted, "Take me back to the house! There's still hope! There's still—"

Bang!

Li Banfeng stomped on Jin Yuankang's skull, smashing it to pieces.

With Jin Yuankang dead, Dick Chen, who had already reached the limit in terms of technique, seemed to have some spare strength left.

This is normal, because he has one less person controlling the sleeper.

Li Banfeng pulled out a paper figure and threw it among the enemies. The paper figure that was touched quickly fell asleep, and the technique that Dick Chen had vacated was filled again.

Li Banfeng unleashed a series of devastating attacks, Trample Ten Thousand Rivers and turning Dick Chen's men into sieves one after another.

They may not feel pain, but with their bones and flesh torn apart, they will be completely incapacitated.

Li Banfeng quickly approached Dick Chen, intending to use Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers to scare him, but the technique failed as Dick Chen was in a deep sleep, a very strange state.

He can react to Li Banfeng's behavior, but he cannot perceive Li Banfeng's presence; the prerequisite of Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers does not hold.

No tactics involving direct contact are suitable; the best option is to Trample Ten Thousand Rivers.

Li Banfeng used all his strength to kick out like that.

With a loud crash, a large crater appeared in the ground.

Dick Chen looked like he'd been stripped bare, and his once resolute gaze momentarily wavered before refocusing.

"I'm awake?" he asked in surprise.

"No, you're still asleep," Li Banfeng replied sincerely.

"You're Li Qi?" Dick Chen was a little taken aback.

"Yes, I am Li Qi. I shouldn't be in Iron Gate Fort. I should be in Green Water City, which is why you haven't woken up yet." Li Banfeng's figure disappeared.

Was she asleep or awake?

Dick Chen hesitated for a moment, then his chest tightened.

Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers!

He knew that Li Qi was a fifth-level Travel Cultivator and would definitely be wary of the "Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers" technique. If Li Qi was asleep, there was no need to worry, but if he woke up, the problem would be very serious.

It now seems that he did wake up, but for some reason, he is conflicted.

This dilemma was fatal. Clutching his shattered chest, Dick Chen ran towards the exit of Iron Gate Fort.

He woke up, and everyone in the fort who had fallen into a deep sleep awoke with him.

Dick Chen's men were still alive, with only a dozen or so remaining. Wu Yongchao shouted, "Kill them!"

The group of House Cultivator and these dozen or so people got into a chaotic battle.

Li Banfeng ignored the battle in the fortress; he was sure these House Cultivators would find a way to deal with these dozen or so subordinates. He focused on chasing after Dick Chen.

Despite his severe injuries, Dick Chen remained calm and composed. As he turned to flee, he once again slipped into a deep sleep.

While in a deep sleep, Dick Chen is not fully conscious and finds it difficult to handle complex problems.

But he was extremely focused and ran very fast.

Most importantly, he started using his technique to lull people to sleep.

Many people around him fell into a deep sleep again, which forced Li Banfeng to keep a certain distance from him.

Dick Chen out of the Iron Gate Fort and ran towards the woods.

Because he was not fully conscious, he only had one thought in mind: he had to get into the woods, because once he got into the woods he would be safe.

Swoosh~

Li Banfeng threw down a large number of paper figures, which surrounded Dick Chen.

Li Banfeng's deduction was correct. Dick Chen's Sleep Cultivator technique has strict limits on the number of people. The number of people controlled in combat cannot exceed thirty-five, and the number of people simply put to sleep cannot exceed three hundred and fifty.

All 350 spots were taken by the paper figures. Li Banfeng Trample Ten Thousand Rivers with one foot and woke up Dick Chen again.

Covered in wounds, Dick Chen looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Let me say something first. I came to Iron Gate Fort only to verify the authenticity of a weapon. This has nothing to do with you."

"Are you done talking?" Li Banfeng was ready to act immediately, suspecting there was an ambush in the woods.

Dick Chen, "Wait a little longer. If you continue to attack, I will use my techniques again. We'll have to wear each other down for a long time."

I don't know where you got these strange puppets, but they're not inexhaustible. If anything goes wrong and you fall victim to my techniques, you should know how serious the consequences can be.

Let me say a few words, and after I'm done, we can each compromise and go our separate ways. Wouldn't that be a better outcome?

Li Banfeng nodded. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Dick Chen was trying his best to stall for time. He knew the Carriage Driver was in the woods, but he had to wait for the right moment before the Carriage Driver would make his move.

"Li Qi, your original Li Banfeng, right? You're from Outer State, and you obtained the Mystic Life Crimson Lotus, right?" Li Banfeng's brow twitched. "How did you know?"

Dick Chen laughed and said, "To explain this matter clearly, I need to first explain my identity. Do you know who I am?"

I am the bishop of the Chasing Light Group, a man who brings light and faith to Pro State.

The Chasing Light Group?

Bishop?

Both of these terms are very rare in Pro State.

Dick Chen continued, "Our faith is in the light, in the ability to truly restore the light to Pro State."

As a messenger of light, I would love to recruit someone as outstanding as you into our group, to become our like-minded and close comrades-in-arms.

"Those who attacked Iron Gate Fort were all your comrades, right?" Li Banfeng laughed. "Being your comrades doesn't seem like a good thing."

"They are too stupid and too weak. Only missions like that are suitable for them. But you are different from them, Li Qi. You are a true strongman. You have the ability to fight alongside me."

3

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "Since you think so highly of me, why don't you introduce me to the leader of the Chasing Light Group and all the big and small figures under him? I'll see if I'm interested in joining you."

Dick Chen shook his head and said, "To join us, you must go through a strict process. We're not sure if you're qualified to join the Chasing Light Group. You'll need some patience."

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "You were the one who approached Ma Wu to do business, but then you turned around and said Ma Wu wasn't qualified to cooperate with you."

Now you want me to join the Chasing Light Group, but then you tell me I'm not qualified.

You're just trying to stall for time by talking all this to me, but the way you talk is really rude.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Banfeng disappeared.

Bang!

The Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers worked; Dick Chen's legs were shattered.

The Carriage Driver hadn't shown up yet, so Dick Chen was going to continue delaying.

His eyes rolled back, preparing to drift off to sleep, when Li Banfeng let out a long howl. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

If Dick Chen is asleep, it will be difficult to wake him. Li Banfeng's deduction was correct; Dick Chen has a technique for isolating sound.

But Dick Chen couldn't fall asleep; Li Banfeng's constant shouts kept him awake.

In the blink of an eye, Li Banfeng reappeared, and Dick Chen's stomach burst open.

He wasn't sure if he could have another Ride a Horse and Admire Flowers, but without falling into a deep sleep, he simply couldn't fight a high-ranking Travel Cultivator—

Bang!

Dick Chen's neck burst open.

Seeing that he was lying motionless on the ground, Li Banfeng quickly had Tang Blade step forward, lift him up, and take him into Portable Abode.

Dick Chen was still conscious and was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

The Carriage Driver is almost here. Every second we hold on increases our chances of victory!

At the market in Iron Gate Fort, a man bought two bags of rice. Carrying one bag in each hand was a bit strenuous, and carrying both bags on his back was not very stable.

As we passed the market entrance, a Carriage Driver called out, "Sir, need a ride?"

When did Iron Gate Fort ever exist in Tiemenbao?

The man, having already traveled the world and seen a bit of life, looked up and asked, "Brother, what brings you to this place to pull a cart?"

The Carriage Driver chuckled, "I'm on a long journey, just passing through here, so I thought I'd pick up some fare. Look how heavy your rice is!"

"Hurry up and put the car up!"

The man hesitated, saying, "Brother, I don't have much money."

The Carriage Driver laughed and said, "Money is no problem, just give me whatever you want."

"You should just name a price!"

"Three yuan in Huan Country Notes, I'll deliver it to your door with rice and you're included. Is that alright?"

The man calculated for a while, then gritted his teeth and agreed. He put the two bags of rice on the cart, got on himself, and the Carriage Driver lifted the cart handlebars. With light and cheerful steps, they walked along the country road.

PS: Even if it's only three yuan, the Carriage Driver still feels happy pulling the rickshaw.

Li Banfeng once set three rules for Iron Gate Fort, as detailed in Chapter 234.

A good story should be told in one go. Today's chapter is so long, let's see who still says the Salad is short?