[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-119":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290417,4478,"Chapter 119: I Just Want You","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-119",119,"\u003Cp>Li Banfeng followed Ma Wu through a newly built road and arrived at a ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ruin had only recently been demolished; broken bricks and rubble had yet to be cleared, and a fence of iron rails surrounded it, guarded by sentries who barred outsiders from approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the Song family’s rule—sealing the ground. Before the contest, they seal the site. The Song family picks the location a day in advance, and no one is allowed inside—no cheating, no trickery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng paused, surprised—this was surprisingly formal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the fence, Li Banfeng saw Song Jiasen, head of the Song family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Jiasen wore a short, front-buttoned blue cotton jacket, flanked by his two sons, Song Zhigang and Song Zhiyi, and behind them stood two or three dozen guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd of onlookers grew larger; at ten o’clock, Song Jiasen ordered: “Beat the drum!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong dong dong~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drumbeats thundered, and the two main champions entered the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The term “main champion” referred to the fighters each side hired for the contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Qingtian matches, fights took place during daylight, and the parties involved could send substitutes instead of fighting themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sides were innkeepers in dispute over business. One inn sent out a tall, dark-skinned giant—nearly two meters tall, muscular, solidly built, clearly trained in martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other inn chose a middle-aged man, thin and frail, clearly at a physical disadvantage, but likely possessing high cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before fighting, both sides announced their names, then explained the reason for the contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man spoke first: “Today I’ve come to this open ground to settle a grievance for Liu Yuan Inn. Everyone knows an inn is a place to lodge travelers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue Yang Village doesn’t get many guests; our inn’s business is already hard enough. Keeping the rooms clean, preparing hearty meals—that’s basic business ethics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But across the way, Hua Xuan Inn sends out several maids dressed in scandalous clothes, standing at the door luring customers with flirtation. Is that what an inn should do? It’s ruining Blue Yang Village’s reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not here for the money—I’m here to defend Blue Yang Village’s honor and to seek justice for Liu Yuan Inn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke well, drawing cheers from many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant, poor at words, merely sneered coldly: “Why talk so much? Just fight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd leaned forward, waiting for the spectacle. After three drumbeats, the two men began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After five or six minutes, they still hadn’t finished; more than half the crowd had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them had any cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two inns fighting over business—this was pointless to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two champions punched and kicked each other like street brawlers; such scenes were common in Blue Yang Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant had the physical advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man had decent experience and managed to hold his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng watched the middle-aged man and asked Ma Wu: “Why pick someone like this? He talks well but can’t fight—he won’t gain any edge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows…” Ma Wu wasn’t even watching the fight; he scanned the crowd, searching for potential helpers for his next trip to Xindi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, an accident occurred—the giant landed a punch on the middle-aged man, who staggered and nearly fell, stumbling behind a half-collapsed brick wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant pressed his advantage, stepping on a broken brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brick suddenly sank, causing the wall to collapse—falling bricks struck the giant squarely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant was badly hurt but managed to stay upright; the middle-aged man leapt up, kicked him hard, sending him sprawling, then added two more kicks. The giant begged for mercy on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Jiasen stood and shouted: “End the match! Beat the drum! Liu Yuan Inn wins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull contest ended. One side rejoiced, the other dejected; the crowd dispersed entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t leave right away—he stared at the ground for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One brick stepped on, and the entire wall collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng stood before the main gate, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left Wu Gang, the head of the guards, looked uneasy, watching Qiu Zhiheng, wanting to speak but unsure how to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in a long blue cotton gown rushed up, calling out: “News! We have news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left Wu Gang’s face lit up: “News?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!” the man nodded eagerly. “Someone saw Li Banfeng at Bai Le Men last night—he brought a phonograph, and he looked exactly like the photo. This tip is definitely correct…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was news about Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left Wu Gang kicked the man to the ground and began beating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Banfeng? Li Banfeng again? What good is finding Li Banfeng? Didn’t I tell you to find the Master? I told you to find Li Banfeng!” Left Wu Gang vented all his rage on the man in the gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man didn’t understand: “I—I mean, you yesterday—you told us to find Li Banfeng…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m telling you now—find the Master! Do you understand? Go right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left Wu Gang kicked him two more times; the man hurried off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s going to find the Master. He’s gone.” Left Wu Gang looked awkwardly at Monkey Qiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the incident at the Lu family mansion, as a direct witness, Left Wu Gang had been the most embarrassed person in the entire Lu household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had experienced everything, seen nothing, accomplished nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang had vanished overnight, his fate unknown; the Lu family, the top household of Pulu Province, now seemed on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Lu Dongjun, Lu Dongliang had been injured by He Yuxiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Qiu Zhiheng’s knowledge, Lu Dongliang’s cultivation surpassed He Yuxiu’s. The fight occurred inside the Lu mansion—Lu Dongliang had no reason to lose to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Lu Dongliang had been careless and lost to He Yuxiu, he should have had ways to escape safely—at least enough time to hide somewhere, not vanish completely as he had now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Master truly been harmed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng had sent men to investigate the He family; they had not yet replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Monkey Qiu cared less about the He family right now—he cared most about Lu Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had Lu Dongjun appeared at the mansion last night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who had sent him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng asked Left Wu Gang, who shook his head and sighed: “Chief Qiu, this is the Master’s family matter—I dare not ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng didn’t blame Left Wu Gang—he blamed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reproached himself, yet remained calm, clearly assessing the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ye Ci and Lu Chunying were gone—no great concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Yuling and Lu Xiaolan were gone too—this was serious, but not urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most urgent matter was Lu Dongjun—if he found Lu Dongliang first, the consequences would be dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun and his men searched Green Water City thoroughly but found no trace of Lu Dongliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his intentions had already been noticed by those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun’s strategist, Wan Jinxian, reminded him: “Second Master, finding the First Master is our task. Right now, the priority is preventing the He family from attacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A household cannot be without a master—someone must take charge now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This suggestion aligned perfectly with Lu Dongjun’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take charge—first seize the position of family head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun ordered: “Inform the elders and peers—they must gather at my mansion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian added: “Is it wise to gather at your mansion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not?” Lu Dongjun said. Family members have always met at the main mansion—this has never changed. He didn’t understand Wan Jinxian’s meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian spoke more plainly: “The First Lady is still in the main mansion. Don’t forget Monkey Qiu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lu family mansion was Lu Dongliang’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discussing matters in Lu Dongliang’s home—Lu Dongjun’s authority might not match his elder sister-in-law’s, or even the chief steward’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell them to come to my mansion. Say it’s urgent—everyone in Green Water City must arrive by noon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun returned to his mansion and prepared for the noon meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had waited for this day a long time. Though he hadn’t found Lu Dongliang and felt uneasy, if the family followed his orders and stopped searching for Lu Dongliang, focusing instead on the He family, his first move had succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His second move: find Lu Dongliang himself and eliminate him, then frame the He family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His third move: the Lu family unites against the He family; Lu Dongjun takes full credit and becomes the new head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned these three moves countless times—he was confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at noon, his first move failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the elders or peers appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one gave Lu Dongjun face—no one came to his mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, two elders went to the Lu family mansion to visit Lu Dongliang’s sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun’s face twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the First Master was gone, the family’s attitude toward Lu Dongjun hadn’t changed—they still looked down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they found Lu Dongliang’s corpse tomorrow, the position of head would never go to Lu Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had operated a road roller for several days straight—his mood was excellent. This afternoon, he planned to catch up on sleep, then head to Xindi tonight to retrieve the clay he hadn’t collected earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the Sui Shen Ju, Li Banfeng found the copper lotus bloomed, its center holding two lotus seeds—one ripe and ready to be peeled, the other still being refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Li Banfeng peeled the ripe seed, the petals closed swiftly; he waited half an hour until the seed finally burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What erupted this time was not one or two pills, but a handful—exactly thirty-eight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden beads, dazzling in hue, each plump and full, too many to fit in a single palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of pills are these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chit-chit~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing machine replied: “Oh, my husband, these are Jin Yuandan pills—each grants a hundred days’ cultivation. This handful is enough for you to establish a household.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred days’ cultivation per pill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such fine pills must not be sold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep them for yourself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But taking pills must be done behind your wife’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, Zhai Xiu cannot enhance their cultivation base through elixirs; if the singing machine learned Li Banfeng was consuming them, it might expose his dual cultivation as a Lv Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was thrilled: “Where did these pills come from? Were they refined from Lu Dongliang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chit-chit~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Dongliang is not ready yet. These were refined by that insect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Suo E Lady!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gathered the pills and handed them to the singing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In defeating the Suo E Lady, his wife had done the greatest work; the pills should be distributed by her—Li Banfeng understood this clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chit-chit~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife laughed: “Good husband, though these pills are rare, your humble servant still finds them unworthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-eight Jin Yuandan pills—each granting a hundred days’ cultivation. If consumed all, they’d raise his cultivation by one full level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this, the singing machine didn’t want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wisp of steam curled around Li Banfeng: “Husband, you care for your humble servant so deeply—it makes me feel I owe you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Owe me?” Li Banfeng chuckled. “You mean your stomach owes you, right? You haven’t found any dishes these past two days—I bet you’re hungry again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant isn’t hungry. Your humble servant doesn’t want food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stared in silence for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s wrong with his wife?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is her appetite still so poor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could one Lu Dongliang have satisfied her so fully?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked again: “If you don’t want food, shall I find more singing machines to replace your parts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant doesn’t want new parts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what do you want? More oil?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant doesn’t want oil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there’s nothing to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng, glad for the peace, lay on the bed: “Wife, I’m going to sleep now. I’ll go to the New Land tonight—maybe I can find you something fresh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant doesn’t want anything fresh. Your humble servant only wants you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng patted the singing machine’s tray and nodded: “I like hearing that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not just saying it—I truly want you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drums and gongs pounded rapidly, proving his wife was eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing voice rose and fell with force, proving she was utterly serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, wait until your body recovers…” Li Banfeng suddenly sat up and bolted for the door—he wasn’t sure what state of mind she was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No waiting! Your humble servant wants you now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cloud of steam surged forward, wrapping Li Banfeng and dragging him toward the speaker’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This madwoman means to eat him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how he struggled, it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful jet of steam struck him—half his body was sucked into the central speaker of the singing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Murdering your husband, wicked woman! You’re murdering your husband! This is a grave crime, a grave crime—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng braced his hands against the speaker’s mouth, kicking desperately for minutes, then gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation wasn’t as bad as he’d feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steam wasn’t as scalding as he imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his wife’s interior was surprisingly warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Li Banfeng wriggled free, his black hair curled and steaming with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, we need to talk about what just happened. I treat you so well—how could you do this to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chit-chit~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing machine fell silent for a long while, then began to sing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Autumn arrives, lotus scent fills the air,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A maiden dreams of home each night,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking to find no parents near,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the bright moonlight by her window!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Four Seasons Song!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why sing “The Four Seasons Song”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the singing machine wife, this song was never sung lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chit-chit~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife’s revised version came:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble servant’s heart is devoted to my beloved,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband and wife, love deep and long,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who can stop my longing to return?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me add another wife for my lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wife?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng scanned the main chamber of the Sui Shen Ju—only three doors visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the main door, leading outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two led to the outer chamber and the third room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No new door appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Li Banfeng entered the outer chamber—and at its end, found a new door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed it open: inside was an identical room, completely empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More rooms were good—but that wasn’t the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point was: one more room meant one level advancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now a Level Three Zhai Xiu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Level Three!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nearly leapt from joy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he no longer had to fear his Zhai Xiu cultivation being suppressed by his Lv Xiu—no more fear of backlash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead. Now he had a new worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Lv Xiu was only Level One—his Zhai Xiu was already Level Three!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the peddler’s words, when cultivating two paths, the gap must not exceed three levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A one-level gap was acceptable—no discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A two-level gap triggered backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A three-level gap could endanger life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond three levels—certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Li Banfeng feared his Zhai Xiu would lag behind, dragging down his Lv Xiu—but that was a problem for ten or twenty years hence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined his Zhai Xiu wouldn’t lag—it had crushed his Lv Xiu outright?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng returned to the main chamber, sat on the bed, and silently stared at the singing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The record player slowly sang: “Hey, husband, your cultivation has improved again—why aren’t you happy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m happy!” Li Banfeng smiled faintly. “Wife, do third-layer Wu Xiu have any techniques?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—they just told you. The technique’s name is Heart Longing Like an Arrow. All third-layer Wu Xiu know it; if they wish to return home, no ordinary person can stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband, what’s wrong with your legs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband, why are you trembling so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng’s legs were trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to walk, to carry Li Banfeng sprinting forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lv Xiu was suppressed, suffering backlash—these two legs were nearly out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Li Banfeng underestimated the cultivation backlash—this is the greatest challenge for dual cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2701,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc2d0fa8c10ed50ea61fd26b0b7df5fe9ffe6874ae9574e5331590fc6c602a1f","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-120","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-118",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]