Let's Go to the Sub-Gang Base

Li Banfeng stomped Zhong Desong into the boiling water.

The steam was so hot that Li Banfeng quickly pulled his feet back.

With two floors for House Cultivator and one floor for Travel Cultivator, even a slight scald would be excruciating for Li Banfeng, given his current cultivation level, let alone Zhong Desong, who was completely immersed in hot water.

Zhong Desong struggled to look up, and Li Banfeng took out Iron Ruler and stabbed it into the top of Zhong Desong's head, plunging him into the water.

The Iron Ruler was burning red-hot. Li Banfeng quickly took it back and kicked Iron Ruler Zhong Desong in the head again.

Zhong Desong swam to the other side of the wall and tried to surface.

Li Banfeng jumped onto another wall and kicked him in the head again.

Zhong Desong tried several times to leave the pool of hot tea, but Li Banfeng never gave him the chance.

He soaked in the hot water for almost five minutes.

Sufferance Cultivator involves enduring pain that ordinary people cannot imagine.

But this pain is something that the second level of Sufferance Cultivator cannot bear.

Li Banfeng held the teapot in his hand, unsure how to control this magical artifact, and could only wait patiently.

Once the spout stopped spraying water, the pool of tea, hotter than molten iron, slowly receded.

Zhong Desong lay on the ground, his skin peeling off completely, his flesh scalded and devoid of any color.

Li Banfeng sighed softly and taught Zhong Desong a piece of advice, "As the saying goes, only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can one truly endure the bitterest of hardships."

This hardship won't be in vain. Grit your teeth and hang in there a little longer, you'll see Old Lady Han soon.

Li Banfeng picked up the teapot, picked up Zhong Desong, and prepared to take him back to Portable Abode to make hot pot for his Wife.

Before he could open the Portable Abode, Li Banfeng suddenly noticed sparks flickering in Zhong Desong's arms.

What are we supposed to do?

Could he be carrying explosives?

Li Banfeng was startled and immediately threw Zhong Desong away.

He had no explosives on him, but he had two signal flares.

The two signal flares were coated with an oil film and were not wet. Zhong Desong mustered his last bit of strength and ignited the signal flares.

In Pro State, the explosives worked intermittently.

Zhong Desong was lucky this time; one of the two signal flares actually worked.

Bang! Swoosh!

The signal flare soared into the sky and exploded into a golden flower.

Li Banfeng rushed forward and dragged Zhong Desong into Portable Abode.

Zhong Desong's eyes were burned and he couldn't see anything. He didn't know where he was or what Li Banfeng was going to do to him.

With his nearly shattered body, he struggled to entangle Li Banfeng, shouting hoarsely:

"Little thief, you can't escape, you can't go anywhere."

You think the matter at the dance hall is over? You think the matter between Du Hongxi and Zhou Yujuan is over?

"You little thief, I've sent someone to deliver a message to the Sub-Gang Leader's coming soon. If you've offended Jiang Xiang Gang, you've already stepped one foot into the Netherworld!"

Li Banfeng kicked Zhong Desong aside and said to the record player, "Wife, let's have dinner."

Sizzle~

The record player sobbed twice. "My Little Slave, I've been starving for so many days, finally I'll give you some food, please~~"

Li Banfeng snapped, "Don't talk like that in front of outsiders, as if I've let you go hungry!"

A cloud of steam swept in, tearing Zhong Desong's soul apart inch by inch.

Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, pondering Zhong Desong's words.

Zhong Desong said that the Sub-Gang Leader of Jiang Xiang Gang has been looking for me. Is this true or false?

Li Banfeng believes this is highly likely to be true.

From the moment Li Banfeng blew up the Xianle Dance Hall to the moment Jiang Xiang Gang down and found Jia Quansheng as a scapegoat, it only took one day.

Jiang Xiang Gang acted too quickly; even in Yuezhou, it would be impossible to handle a similar situation with such efficiency.

The reason they quelled the situation so quickly was because they wanted to cover up some ulterior motives, which were aimed at me.

Find me!

They're still looking for me!

This isn't over yet!

Li Banfeng rubbed the armpit of the record player. "Wife, do you think my idea is right?"

Hiss hiss hiss~

The record player was so itchy it kept laughing:

"Is what you're saying right, my husband?"

"I'm thinking about things outside."

"This Little Slave never leaves the inner gate, how would she know what's happening outside?"

Li Banfeng sat silently on the edge of the bed, when he suddenly felt a slight warmth in his arms.

He took out the teapot and heard it calling out, "Are you cold? Tell me, are you cold?"

The teapot was getting hotter and hotter, so Li Banfeng quickly threw it aside.

Sizzle~

The record player used steam to envelop the teapot, and the sound from the teapot grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

"Hey, sir, where did this teapot come from?"

Li Banfeng looked at Zhong Desong on the ground. "It was taken from him."

"This magic weapon is extraordinary. It is of a high level and has been spoiled. If you use it even once, it will make you suffer. If you are not careful, you may even lose your life."

Every time you use it, you suffer.

That's a huge investment.

Consider the power of this magical artifact: it creates an extremely harsh combat environment, making no difference to its master or its enemy.

Li Banfeng's expectations for the teapot dropped considerably. The record player slowly played. "My husband, this magic weapon is a treasure for Sufferance Cultivator, but it is of little use for House Cultivator. In my Little Slave opinion, it would be better to destroy it."

Destroyed?

Li Banfeng shook his head. "What a pity."

My Wife is right. This teapot was designed for Sufferance Cultivator. It might be useful in Zhong Desong's hands, but it's of little value to those who prefer House Cultivator.

The ability to fight in harsh environments is also a specialty of the Travel Cultivator. As long as the right terrain is chosen and there is a pool of hot tea, the Travel Cultivator can even have an advantage over the Sufferance Cultivator.

The only thing I can't tolerate is the cost of using this teapot.

Sizzle~

"If you, my Little Slave, are reluctant to part with it, I have two more ways to deal with it."

One option is to give it directly to Red Lotus and let her refine it again. However, Red Lotus's temperament is unpredictable; it's hard to say whether it will still be a magic weapon after refining. It's also possible that it will simply turn into two pills.

Secondly, we'll leave it for now, and perhaps my husband will be able to control it once his cultivation level improves."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Then let's leave it for now."

"This Little Slave will obey her husband."

Just as the record player was about to seal the teapot with steam, Li Banfeng called out, "Wife, wait! I still need to use this."

"When will you need to use it?"

"Right now."

"So soon?" The record player seemed a little worried. "Husband, after you've used it, hurry home and hand it over to Little Slave. Don't linger."

Li Banfeng nodded. "How do we use this teapot?"

"He rubbed his body repeatedly until the water in the kettle boiled, then poured out the tea and it was ready to use."

The gentleman kept rubbing the teapot, causing water to flow continuously from the spout and the tea on the ground to gush out incessantly.

My lord, please remember, the water is rising higher and higher, so please don't burn yourself.

If you stop rubbing it and wait five or six minutes, the spout will stop spraying water, and the tea on the ground will dissipate.

After the tea has dissipated, the teapot will ask the gentleman if he is cold. The gentleman must not say he is cold, nor should he delay; he should go home immediately.

In the deep alley, Shi Boyu, the second Sub-Gang Leader the Jiang Xiang Gang Medicine King Hall, arrived at the Xiang Guicheng with Red Staff.

They saw the cannon and rushed over immediately, but the alley was deserted, with only water stains on the ground, as if a heavy rain had just fallen.

Xiang Guicheng gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhong is in trouble. It must have been done by that Man Granny and Fatty Qin again."

Sun Xiaoan, a trusted confidant, said while carrying his water pipe, "The matter is not yet settled, so we must be careful what we say."

Xiang Guicheng angrily said, "There's still no conclusion? Old Zhong went to Fuwang Steamed Bun Shop for drinks tonight to celebrate Fatty Qin passing a level. Zhang Liuze invited him, but he got into trouble before he even returned. How can Fatty Qin escape responsibility?"

Sun Xiaoan shook his head and said, "I can't be sure what Fatty Qin is thinking. Zhang Liuze has been in the underworld for decades; he would never do something so stupid."

He invited Old Zhong to the banquet, but he would never harm him. Doing so would not only bring trouble upon himself but also disgrace the Three Heroes Gate.

Xiang Guicheng sneered, "Zhang Liuze is probably not as thoughtful as you think. He's a rough man. Instead of guessing here, you might as well ask him."

Shi Boyu nodded and prepared to lead his men to find Zhang Liuze.

Sun Xiaoan stepped forward to stop the Sub-Gang Leader and said in a low voice, "We can't go to Zhang Liuze tonight."

Shi Boyu asked in surprise, "I need to ask him something, why can't I go?"

"You can ask questions, but you can't ask for punishments. This is not the time to ask questions."

In the middle of the night, going to a banquet to find someone is just asking for trouble.

Shi Boyu remained silent, and Sun Xiaoan continued, "Old Zhong is missing now, and it's hard to say if something happened to him. The most important thing right now is to find Old Zhong."

"Master, you go back to the Sub-Gang Base and wait for news. Brother Xiang, I'll gather the men with you. Let's go find some men quickly."

Xiang Guicheng was very dissatisfied, but before he could speak, Shi Boyu spoke first, "Let's do it this way."

Shi Boyu turned and left. Xiang Guicheng had no choice but to follow Sun Xiaoan to gather manpower.

"He's so indecisive and doesn't act like a man at all. What kind of Sub-Gang Leader is he? We shouldn't have spared those bastards in the first place!" Xiang Guicheng complained incessantly.

Sun Xiaoan took a puff of his water pipe. "Brother Xiang, our Sub-Gang Leader has never intended to let them off the hook, but we have to be careful and follow the rules when we do things."

Across the alley, Li Banfeng could hear it clearly through his Thread-Pulling Earring.

As expected, this matter is not over yet.

You're not going to let me go?

Looks like I didn't really hurt you!

Shi Boyu wants to return to the Sub-Gang Base.

Alright, I know where your Sub-Gang Base is. Let's see who gets there faster!

P. S.: Dear readers, have a pleasant weekend.

Salad happily spent the weekend writing, and once she saw everyone's replies, Salad couldn't stop.