[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-130":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},2290428,4478,"Chapter 130","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-130",130,"\u003Cp>After spending most of the day at Suishenju, Li Banfeng left at 3 p.m. and headed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had advanced to the Second Layer of Traveling Cultivator, and his frequent trips to dangerous new territories had accumulated him considerable cultivation time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Added to that, yesterday he consumed a Jin Yuandan, gaining a hundred days of Traveling Cultivator cultivation; now, tallying it all up, Li Banfeng possessed a cultivation base nearing twelve years of steady cultivation for an ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve years of cultivation was still early Second Layer, but far faster than First Layer; Li Banfeng sprinted toward Lan Yang Village, covering over a hundred li in no more than an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed Jueding Mountain, Li Banfeng glanced aside at the mountain path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ambushers were still there—these people truly could endure hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Li Banfeng’s judgment was inaccurate; most of the ambushers remained, but Liu Changyu was not among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ill, running a high fever, trembling like a sieve, unable to speak clearly, receiving treatment in a nearby village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cause was simple: a cold. He’d taken decoctions and needed rest for several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this young man was stubborn; as soon as his body recovered slightly, he returned to his post by the roadside, refusing to believe Ma Junyang would refrain from shipping goods to Lvshui City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Liu Changyu’s subordinates informed him: “Just now, a caravan did pass along this mountain road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu frowned: “Why didn’t you stop them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another subordinate replied: “Young Master, the man didn’t make it clear—the caravan was heading from Lvshui City toward Lan Yang Village, so it certainly isn’t carrying goods out of Lan Yang Village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foolish!” Liu Changyu rebuked. “Ma Junyang is a cunning man; if he dares not ship goods, he’ll surely send someone from Lvshui City to pick them up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the others agreed Liu Changyu was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, don’t worry—even if you let them pass, they still won’t get the goods out. If they want to return to Lvshui City, they’ll have to take this road again. Then we’ll just ambush them again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu was concerned: “What if the two sides have already settled payment? Then the goods might not belong to either party.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who cares whose they are? We seize them, scare them, and they’ll never dare come to buy goods again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu found this reasonable and resumed his ambush by the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Banfeng returned to the village and walked toward his wooden house, he suddenly felt something trip his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down and saw spider silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was stunned—the famous detective had come here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dashed straight into the noodle shop. The shopkeeper was startled: “Sir, we’ve just sold out of noodles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng ignored the shopkeeper, slipped through the kitchen into the backyard, then leapt out over the back wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after he left, Dabo Yens entered the noodle shop and smiled at the owner: “Did someone just come in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noodle shop owner didn’t know how to answer: “I run a noodle shop—people come all the time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabo Yens shoved past the owner, chased into the backyard, climbed the wall, and jumped down—only to find the footprints gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it him? The weight of those footsteps felt like him, but they seemed lighter than before.” Dabo Yens murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the footsteps are lighter, his cultivation base may have improved,” Cui Ti added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabo Yens nodded, then turned sharply: “Dead foreign devil, do you have to follow me everywhere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti replied seriously: “Fake foreign devil, I must follow you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabo Yens suddenly pulled out a cocoon; Cui Ti’s face broke out in blisters, oozing fluid slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were about to clash when a line of carriages entered the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti didn’t recognize them immediately; Dabo Yens reacted swiftly and vanished into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Chu Er’s caravan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtains on the carts bore the red-and-gold-thread floral pattern Chu Er loved most—ordinary people wouldn’t know it, but Dabo Yens had worked for Chu Er and recognized the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the Chu family come to Lan Yang Village?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dabo Yens considered getting closer to observe, but ultimately abandoned the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been entangled with powerful families too often lately; he should avoid Lan Yang Village altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er’s daughter, Chu Huaiyuan, entered the village and dismounted at Ma Wu’s gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu hurried out to greet her. Honestly, he’d been tense seeing Chu Er, but they were old acquaintances; after sitting in the parlor and exchanging a few words, his unease gradually faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Miss, long time no see. What brings you to my humble place today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I didn’t come, what choice would I have?” Chu Huaiyuan sneered. “You wouldn’t grace me with your presence—I sent invitations, and you refused them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu quickly explained: “Second Miss, you’ve seen for yourself—I just secured this fortune. I was in the thick of the struggle and couldn’t spare a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er sighed deeply: “You couldn’t spare a moment, yet I’m a free woman, here specifically to visit you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chu Er had nearly destroyed Ma Wu, when speaking face to face, they chatted warmly, almost affectionately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu asked about Chu Er’s business; she replied with a ribald joke: “Since you left, those three divas stopped singing properly—Jiang Mengting and Xiao Ye flew off to make movies, Xu Qiulan became a wealthy lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I truly don’t understand—when they were under you, those divas were obedient and docile. What method did you use? Did you subdue them in bed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu waved his hands: “Second Miss, you flatter me—I never had such abilities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er smiled: “I’ve heard your talents extend far beyond that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu sighed lightly: “Hearsay is unreliable; even seeing isn’t always believing. True skill is hidden—how could anyone see it easily?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er blinked her heavily shadowed eyes, feigning shock: “Then shall I try it with you another day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu chuckled: “No need to wait—today is perfect. Are you in the mood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er grinned mischievously: “You say that like you’re treating me as what kind of woman? Did I come all this way just to deliver meat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joking, teasing, exchanging gifts—none of it mattered, as long as they didn’t engage in business together, there was no problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Er had come for business: “Second Miss, your business just opened—I must buy a few items to show support.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu waved his hands: “That’s impossible—I already received too many gifts today; I can’t let you spend more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er laughed: “Why be so formal? Besides, I won’t buy much—just for good fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu realized he shouldn’t refuse; he took Chu Er to the warehouse and introduced her to several new-region specialties. He expected her to pick one or two items as a gesture—but he was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er had brought Ma Wu many gifts, filling ten entire carts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After unloading the gifts, Chu Er ordered her subordinates: “Empty the warehouse—I want everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu gasped: “Second Miss, wait—what about the price?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use your ledger. No haggling today—load it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t proper…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er paused: “Second Master, what are you saying? You open your business, I come to buy goods—how is it improper for me to buy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu had no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er hadn’t haggled at all—she’d broken no rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of subordinates carried boxes and loaded goods; an accountant followed, tallying prices—all prepared in advance by Chu Er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the warehouse was emptied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The accountant brought several boxes of banknotes, placing them before Ma Wu. Chu Er took one box and placed it in his hands; a photographer stood nearby, snapping pictures rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the photos were taken, Chu Er waved goodbye, boarded her carriages, and departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu stood motionless inside the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t he resist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er was a Second Layer Hardening Cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She brought along Yang Yanzheng, a Fourth Layer Traveling Cultivator, and a Fifth Layer Senior Branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of Third and Fourth Layer guards surrounded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu had neither opportunity nor strength to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er rode back to Lvshui City in her carriage; near Jueding Mountain, Liu Changyu spotted the cargo on the carts from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tu Yu Peaches!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were unmistakable—one of Lan Yang Village’s new-region specialties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er hadn’t boxed the peaches or even covered them with tarpaulin; she hadn’t wanted to hide them—she wanted everyone to see these were goods taken from Ma Wu’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Tu Yu Peaches, Liu Changyu understood clearly: this was the person shipping goods for the Ma family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young master ordered his men to prepare—but the caravan didn’t enter the ambush zone; it stopped halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they on guard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course they were on guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er had Yang Yanzheng beside her—a Fourth Layer Traveling Cultivator. How could such hostility go unnoticed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having guards was fine; Liu Changyu didn’t want to harm innocents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered his men to ready their firearms and rolling logs, shouting down the mountain road: “Travelers! Leave your carriages and depart quickly—we mean no harm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caravan gave no response, made no move to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu shouted again: “We truly don’t wish to harm you—we’re not targeting you. This cargo must be left behind. Let this be a lesson: never come to Lan Yang Village to buy goods again. Their goods won’t leave Jueding Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caravan remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Liu Changyu’s Third Layer Wu Xiu, named Guo Shanqi, raised his rifle: “Young Master, we must make them bleed—they won’t fear otherwise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu frowned: “My father ordered us to seize goods, not harm people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Shanqi shook his head: “Young Master, you still don’t grasp Old Master’s meaning. If you don’t hurt anyone, how will you ever seize the goods?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Master meant to minimize casualties, not make a huge mess—killing a few people? What’s that? The drivers and laborers are worth less than dog shit—who cares about them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Shanqi suddenly fell silent; Liu Changyu was startled and turned his head—only to see that Guo Shanqi’s head was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing behind him was a slender middle-aged woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms were long, bending gracefully at the elbows like the twin blades of a mantis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her right arm, she clamped Guo Shanqi’s head; she adored this skull, having pried open its cranial cap and now licking out its brain matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This mantis-like woman was Wen Hongyan, a senior retainer of the Second Miss Chu, a fifth-layer Body Cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone around was frozen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few bold souls fired at Wen Hongyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Hongyan vanished in an instant; when she reappeared, every person who had fired was now headless, their skulls neatly arranged in a circle around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the skulls had been opened at the crown, like coconuts prepped for her feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu stood rooted, unsure what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a first-layer Nightmare Cultivator, intending to summon his ghost servant to hold her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Yang Yanzheng stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and smiled sweetly: “You’re the mountain king? Our mistress requests your presence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu offered no resistance; no one around dared intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yanzheng dragged Liu Changyu to the Second Miss Chu’s carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Second Miss Chu stepped down, glanced at Liu Changyu, and asked softly: “You wanted to rob me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu turned ashen, unable to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, tsk, tsk~” The Second Miss Chu clicked her tongue, sighing. “Such a handsome young man—why take up banditry? What a waste of such a fine face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she dug her nails into Liu Changyu’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scraped and tore, peeling off his entire face, intact, like a mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: This is real face-peeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1965,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e4d1bac6ecbc4a61941155b060f2414bde20b0b30a3ee8b81cfa8e94fb12074f","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-131","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-129",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]