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"Blade Cultivator Ancestor?" Li Banfeng stared at Knife Peddler's head, tears streaming down his face. "Senior, I didn't mean to kill you!"

Peddler frowned. "Why are you crying?"

Li Banfeng cried as he spoke. "Seeing how miserably this ancestor died makes my heart ache. What was this ancestor's name?"

Peddler said, "His name was Blow Broken Hair."

"Senior Blow, go in peace. And what was that Strength Cultivator Chief called?"

Peddler said, "His name was Wrist Kai Shan."

"Senior Wrist, you go in peace too—"

"Stop howling!" Peddler cut Li Banfeng off. That crying was vexing.

Li Banfeng wiped away his tears. "You don't understand. I have to cry."

Peddler flicked off some ash. "What's not to understand? Isn't it ironclad evidence like a mountain? You're afraid they didn't die thoroughly, aren't you?"

Li Banfeng nodded. "If they didn't die thoroughly, wouldn't their dead souls return to the furnace in the Inner State? People of their caliber would definitely be reborn, right?"

Peddler took a drag. "Their dead souls can't go to the furnace. I locked them all inside their skulls."

Li Banfeng froze. "What school's technique is that?"

Peddler said, "It's a Lock Cultivator technique. Lock Cultivators are a school that has already gone extinct. I once wanted to find a disciple for the Lock Cultivators, but since that school wasn't much good at fighting, no one had ever been willing to join."

"Not good at fighting, but they should be good at defense, shouldn't they?" Li Banfeng pondered for a moment. "Find someone who likes hiding things. They should be suited to cultivate this."

Peddler nodded. "Yes. This school used to particularly enjoy hiding things. After cultivating to mastery, they could lock up an entire tract of land."

Li Banfeng did not understand. "What does it mean to