Sufferance Cultivator (Two Chapters Combined)

Qin Xiaopang's blood and energy were too strong, and he couldn't take it anymore.

The principle is very simple.

Food Cultivator can quickly transform food into nutrients needed by the body, and a large portion of these nutrients will be converted into new blood.

If it is an older person who practices Food Cultivator, their blood-producing function will slow down, but there will not be any problems.

Little Fatty has a good blood-forming function, but his food is being metabolized too quickly, which has caused a problem. He's about to have a burst blood vessel!

Zhang Liu Ge had seen Food Cultivator die from a ruptured blood vessel before; he should have taken precautions earlier.

But that happened more than 20 years ago, and Zhang Liu Ge couldn't recall it at the moment.

"Brother, don't eat yet!" Zhang Liuze stopped Qin Xiaopang first, then turned to his men and said, "Go catch some leeches from the pond."

"Why are you grabbing that thing?"

"Stop asking the hell, just go!"

Zhang Liuze had just finished giving instructions to his men when he saw Little Fatty still eating steamed buns.

"Brother, didn't I tell you not to eat it?" Zhang Liuze grabbed the little fat man tightly.

Little Fatty gasped for breath and said, "Sixth Brother, even if I die, I'll stuff these twenty pounds of buns into them in front of all these people today."

"I can't control you anymore!" Zhang Liuze pressed the chubby boy into a chair, and the people around them started talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Food Cultivator has disrupted your qi and blood; you can't eat it anymore, or it will kill you."

"Look how red his face is! It's probably too late now. The food inside his stomach has turned into blood. If it's not expelled, he's going to die!"

"Bleeding is easy, just cut him once."

"You think you're killing someone? It's not that easy! His blood energy is extremely strong. If the cut is too big, blood will spurt out and the person will be gone. If the cut is too small, the blood won't flow much and it will clot on its own."

Who can gauge the precise timing? If I gave you the knife now, would you dare to go and cut? Even a skilled healer might not have the skill.

"Sixth Brother did the right thing. Now the only ones that can be used are the leeches."

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, and the chubby boy's face turned from red to purple.

Zhang Liuze's eyes were red. "Where the hell have they all gone? I told you to catch some leeches, and you haven't caught any by now!"

Even if we catch the leeches now, it's too late.

Little Fatty didn't dare to move an inch, for he was afraid that if any of his vital blood vessels ruptured, he would die.

Li Banfeng walked behind Xiao Pang, took off his suit jacket to cover his right hand, and said in a low voice, "Brother, bear with it."

After saying that, Li Banfeng took out the Blood-Containing Pendulum and stabbed it into Qin Tianjiu's back.

The pendulum changes from bright silver to red, from red to purple, and from purple to deep black.

Li Banfeng heard the sound of a pendulum.

"Master, I can't eat anymore."

After the pendulum was pulled off, the color drained from Qin Xiaopang's face.

Qin Xiaopang's blood pressure was lowered by the Blood-Containing Pendulum.

Li Banfeng put away the pendulum and looked at Qin Xiaopang's wound.

The wound was only two centimeters long, and the blood clotted quickly, so it wasn't a big problem.

Little Fatty sat and rested for a while, and his complexion gradually improved.

Zhang Liuze was still nervous. He didn't know what method Li Banfeng had used, nor was he sure if Qin Xiaopang was really alright.

Zhong Desong, the owner of Qingtang Tea House, had someone brew a pot of tea and brought it over to Little Fatty: "Ninth Master, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves."

Qin Tianjiu waved his hand and said, "I won't drink the tea. My stomach isn't feeling too at ease."

Zhong Desong put the teacup aside and looked at the wound on Qin Xiaopang's back.

Li Banfeng had tried to hide the pendulum with his coat, but he still couldn't escape his eyes.

This action caught Li Banfeng's attention, and he lowered his voice to ask Steward Feng, "Who is this?"

"You should know Zhong Desong from Qingtang Tea House." Steward Feng smiled meaningfully at Li Banfeng, who then remembered the man.

This person appeared on Steward Feng's list.

Zhong Desong!

Jiang Xiang Gang Medicine King Hall, Zhong Desong Sufferance Cultivator on the second floor.

Today is Little Fatty's big day, so why did he invite Jiang Xiang Gang's gang here?

Li Banfeng was unaware of the inside story.

Most of today's guests were invited by Zhang Liuze, and Zhong Desong was one of them.

Zhang Liuze knew that Qin Xiaopang and Jiang Xiang Gang had a grudge, but Zhang Liuze and Zhong Desong had no grudge against each other and were actually on good terms.

This is also to give Xiaopang a way out, so that they can try to resolve the grievances in the future and not make things a life-or-death struggle.

Little Fatty sat for a moment, looked at Zhang Liuze, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Sixth Brother, my stomach isn't feeling well."

"You ate too fast, take a break. Don't be upset that we didn't get to the next level this time. Next time we'll..." Zhang Liuze was about to comfort Qin Xiaopang when he saw Qin Xiaopang reach for the steamed bun.

I think I'm hungry.

"Hungry?" Zhang Liuze asked, puzzled.

It's normal to feel hungry.

The steamed bun that Qin Xiaopang ate was transformed into blood.

The pendulum drew away the blood, stimulating the transformation of food and making Little Fatty really hungry.

Zhang Liuze called out, "Who's wearing a watch? Is it time?"

There was an alarm clock on the shopkeeper's desk. "Sixth Master, there's still a quarter of an hour left!"

Upon hearing this, Little Fatty grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

In less than ten minutes, all the buns were gone.

Fearing it might be too risky, Little Fatty grabbed a roasted chicken and devoured it in no time.

"Sixth Brother, is that enough?"

Zhang Liuze wasn't sure; cultivation levels were invisible, and he wasn't sure if Little Fatty had already advanced to the next level. "Brother, what do you think?"

Qin Xiaopang stretched his shoulders and neck, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, his shoulders visibly swelled up a size.

Not only his shoulders, but also his waist, abdomen, thighs, and forearms grew at the same pace. Apart from his height, every visible part of Xiaopang's body grew, and his figure became much rounder than before.

Zhang Liuze laughed loudly, "Brother, you've got it! I also gained a lot of weight back then!"

Little Fatty was overjoyed, and everyone celebrated together. Only then did Zhang Liuze remember the stranger who had just saved Little Fatty.

Zhang Liuze approached Li Banfeng and asked in a low voice, "My friend, what methods did you use just now?"

"It's a family-inherited medical technique, and I can't reveal it," Li Banfeng smiled, then changed the subject, "Sixth Brother, where did you get your Stomach Clearing Powder? I'd like a dose to regulate my stomach."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liuze couldn't help but laugh and said, "Friend, I'm not lying to you. I bought that Stomach Clearing Powder from a pharmacy on the street. It doesn't have any miraculous effects at all. I gave it to Little Fatty just to give him courage."

Li Banfeng couldn't help but chuckle; it was exactly as he had thought.

The drinking session lasted until the early hours of the morning before it ended.

Li Banfeng left early.

No one noticed him when he arrived, and no one knew when he left.

This is the strength of a second-level House Cultivator. Most of the people present did not have enough cultivation and ignored Li Banfeng's existence.

But there was one person who didn't overlook it.

Li Banfeng walked through the alley, intending to find a secluded place to start his Portable Abode, when he suddenly sensed danger approaching.

He turned around abruptly and saw a man slowly walking into the alley.

The man, around fifty years old, was wearing a long gown and a flat-topped Round Hat. He was carrying a teapot and walked towards Li Banfeng with a smile.

"Qin Tianjiu calls you Seventh Brother, and the shop assistant at the Yu Family Cloth Shop also mentioned a Seventh Master. You must be that Li Qi, right?"

Li Banfeng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Manager Zhong, what advice do you have?"

The visitor was none other than Zhong Desong, the manager of Qingtang Teahouse, a sage from the second branch of the Jiang Xiang Gang Medicine King Hall, and Zhong Desong of Sufferance Cultivator on the second floor.

Zhong Desong, holding the teapot, looked at Li Banfeng and smiled slightly, "I wouldn't call it guidance, I just wanted to invite Seventh Master for a cup of tea. Would Seventh Master like to go to my teahouse, or shall we just have a drink here?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "It's so late, I'm not going to have any tea. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. Thank you for your kindness."

Zhong Desong still held the teapot in his hands, gently stroking the lid and spout. The once quiet pot of tea slowly began to boil.

"Seventh Master is ruthless; you burned down the Geng Family Medicine Shop, yet you won't even drink a cup of tea here?"

Li Banfeng, hands in his pockets, checked the location of each weapon. "Manager Zhong, I don't know where you heard this from, but the Geng family and I have no dealings. The burning of their pharmacy has nothing to do with me."

Zhong Desong sneered, "A true man stands tall and upright. If he dares to do something, why shouldn't he dare to take responsibility? Geng Zhiwei deserves to die anyway, and I don't intend to get involved in this matter."

As for the Xianle Dance Hall, it's owned by our guild. I suspect you were behind it, but the guild forbids me from getting involved, so I won't ask.

But there's something I need to ask you: Did you kill Old Mrs. Han and her two sons in Changliu Village?

Changliu Village?

That old lady and her family?

Is the old lady's surname Han?

I almost forgot, she's also one of Jiang Xiang Gang's people.

Is Zhong Desong here to get revenge for her?

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I've never been to Changliu Village. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Li Banfeng turned to leave.

Zhong Desong flung the teapot, causing the tea inside to spill onto the ground, and scalding hot tea gushed out from the ground.

What kind of magic is this?

Li Banfeng leaped onto the wall to avoid the hot water beneath his feet.

He wanted to jump into the courtyard of the house to get rid of Zhong Desong.

But Li Banfeng couldn't jump in. An invisible wall blocked the courtyard, blocked the alley entrance, blocked the sky, and turned the entire alley into a closed space.

Hot water was still gushing out, the water level was getting higher and higher, and the temperature had long exceeded the range of boiling water, even hotter than molten iron.

Li Banfeng stood atop the wall, his back against an invisible barrier, at any moment he could fall into the hot water.

He tilted his ear and listened carefully, and vaguely heard an old voice speaking.

"Come on, come warm up here, both of you!"

It's the teapot in Zhong Desong's hand; the teapot is speaking.

The hot water beneath his feet did not come from Zhong Desong's magic, but from this teapot. Li Banfeng heard the spiritual sound of the teapot; it was a magical artifact.

What a powerful magic weapon! Can a second-level cultivator control it?

However, this magic weapon seems to have a flaw. Li Banfeng saw Zhong Desong also jump onto the wall, leaning against the invisible wall to avoid the hot water under his feet.

The teapot was attacking indiscriminately, whether it was hot water or a wall; the attack was the same for Li Banfeng and Zhong Desong.

However, the effects of the attacks differ greatly.

The scorching steam churned and swirled in the enclosed space, and Li Banfeng began to sweat.

Zhong Desong didn't sweat and remained calm. He could endure pain that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

This is a magical artifact specifically designed for Sufferance Cultivator.

This magical artifact can create harsh environments, which has a great impact on other Daoist sects, but has very little impact on Sufferance Cultivator.

Li Banfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Manager Zhong, why bother? Are you trying to take me down with you?"

Zhong Desong shook his head and laughed, "We won't die together. I can endure this pain, but you can't. You're House Cultivator, right?"

Li Banfeng's heart tightened. There were quite a few people who could tell that he was Travel Cultivator, because the characteristics of Travel Cultivator were quite obvious.

Zhong Desong didn't realize that Li Banfeng was Travel Cultivator, but instead realized that he was House Cultivator.

How did he figure that out?

Zhong Desong stroked the teapot in his hand and chuckled softly, "Old Lady Han has a treasure in her house, that grandfather clock. Others may not see it as a treasure, but I know its secret. It's actually Old Lady Han's Home Spirit."

The pendulum in your hand, it's from that grandfather clock, I recognize it.

"You were able to kill Old Lady Han in her house and even take away her Home Spirit; only House Cultivator could possess such abilities."

It turns out he didn't see it, he deduced it.

Zhong Desong stroked the teapot along the wall and slowly approached Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, the fact that you were able to kill Old Lady Han's entire family proves that your cultivation level is not low, but judging from your age, you're at most a second-level cultivator."

If you'd just come out of the House Cultivator, I wouldn't dare to fight you. But I've calculated it; it's been three hours since you entered the Steamed Bun Shop.

Your house should be nearby. Once inside, I'll be no match for you, but on this land, you won't survive the night.

Feeling hot? Do you feel like you're being steamed alive? You're used to the House Cultivator of your home and can't handle hardship. In this place of suffering, you're utterly powerless to fight.

Zhong Desong knew House Cultivator very well, and he knew that House Cultivator was not suitable for fighting in harsh environments.

He was going to kill Li Banfeng, and he was very well prepared for the battle.

The top of the wall is very narrow, wet and slippery, and on the other side is an invisible wall. It is difficult for a normal person to even stand still, let alone walk.

But Zhong Desong walked very steadily with each step, and his originally smiling face gradually turned ferocious:

"Tell me, how did you kill Old Lady Han, and how did you kill your two sons?"

Li Banfeng asked in surprise, "Why are you so concerned about Old Lady Han? Is she your daughter-in-law?"

"If only it were true." Zhong Desong did not deny that he had genuine feelings for Old Lady Han, but unfortunately Old Lady Han never gave him a chance.

"What do you like about that old lady?"

"She's wonderful in every way, she's a good person!"

Was that old lady a good person?

What was that old man thinking?

This shows real feelings!

As he drew closer, Li Banfeng shifted his feet, seemingly about to back away.

Zhong Desong chuckled twice, "Don't move, whatever you do, don't move. This wall is extremely slippery. If you're not careful, you'll fall into the water. Once you fall in, there won't even be a bone fragment left."

In this pool of tea, I have killed six second-level cultivators, two third-level cultivators, and severely injured one Fourth Layer Cultivator. Do you think you can escape?

I can walk on walls, but you can't. I can walk on any road, no matter how difficult. I can fight here, but you can't, because I can endure any hardship.

"If you don't believe me, you can take a few steps forward and try. If you want to be scalded to death, I won't stop you. But if you want to die a quick death, answer my questions honestly: how exactly did you kill Old Lady Han's family? Who exactly are you...?"

Bang!

Li Banfeng sprinted forward and kicked Zhong Desong.

Zhong Desong stumbled and almost fell.

In his surprise, Li Banfeng grabbed his wrist and snatched the teapot away.

Zhong Desong was shocked and tried to pull Li Banfeng into the hot water with him.

He could stay in hot water for a while, but Li Banfeng couldn't even last a moment.

It's okay if he can't keep going; Li Banfeng had no intention of going into the water anyway.

Li Banfeng dodged and kicked Zhong Desong again.

Zhong Desong lost his footing and fell into the boiling water.

A sharp pain shot through him, Zhong Desong struggled desperately.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly stand still?

How could he possibly have run over here?

He didn't fall off the wall?

The wall did indeed become very slippery under the steam.

Under normal circumstances, if a House Cultivator stands on a wall with his back against an invisible wall, unable to control his balance and with the ground so slippery, he really can't take a single step.

Zhong Desong can endure harsh environments and has a strong ability to adapt, so he can take every step very steadily.

But if he were to try and outrun a Travel Cultivator, he was really overthinking it.

For Travel Cultivator Xiu, the slippery wall was not much different from the flat ground; Li Banfeng could run on the wall.

Zhong Desong, who had been boiled through in hot water, struggled to stick his head out, trying to transfer his own pain to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng stood firmly on the wall with one foot, and stretched out the other foot, stepping on Zhong Desong's head and shoving him into the hot water.

"You can handle hardship, huh? Don't be shy, eat your fill!"

Zhong Desong peeked out again, only to be kicked back down by Li Banfeng.

"Since you like Old Lady Han so much, I'll arrange for you to reunite with her!"

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