Withering Skill and Thirteen Blades

"Li Qi, you have no idea how deep my roots run in Shang Country. Tug one hair and the whole body moves. If you want to gain a foothold in Shang Country in the future, you must not lay a hand on me!"

"Brother Yu, if you'd told me sooner your roots ran so deep, I wouldn't have hanged you. I'd have buried you alive."

"I have wealth beyond counting! Spare my life, and all of it will be yours!"

"Brother Yu, you think too little of Li. If I don't spare your life, that wealth will still be mine!"

Li Banfeng hanged Yu Yunqiu before the gates of the imperial city, and Wife took the chance to collect his soul.

His corpse could not be sent home yet. He had to hang there for all to see.

Back in the imperial city, Li Banfeng and Ba Suan calculated Ao Shuangqian's escape route together. Wife shielded the palace and said to Li Banfeng, "The projector has developed a problem. It can refine pills now."

Li Banfeng could not help sighing. "A'Ji's art has finally blossomed. When the glove came to me for the key, it said it had found pills. I thought the glove had picked them up somewhere."

The glove wagged its index finger. "Head of the House, the projector really did refine them. The quality is quite good."

Li Banfeng nodded. "Since A'Ji refined them himself, let him eat them himself."

The glove praised him, "Head of the House is magnanimous!"

Wife was somewhat helpless, unsure whether Li Banfeng was joking or serious. "This isn't about who should eat them. The fact that the projector can refine pills is against all common sense."

Li Banfeng did not see it that way. "The projector's Withering Skill has always looked