[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-135":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},2290433,4478,"Chapter 135: Killing Spree","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>Using Baibei Linglong’s methods, Li Banfeng followed a faint trace of incense qi to locate Liu Liangyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi used this trace of incense qi to control his ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right—ambushes yield the highest returns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relying on Zhaixiu’s tendency to be overlooked, and using Suishenju to propel himself forward, Li Banfeng crept behind Liu Liangyi and stabbed the dagger into the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, an opponent struck like this would be finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yanxiu were different: as long as Liu Liangyi had a breath left, he could command his ghost servants to retaliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten ghost servants stationed beside him now surged toward Li Banfeng simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation was difficult to handle: Li Banfeng could see the ghosts, but could not harm them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi seized the chance to break free from Li Banfeng and yanked the dagger from the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he might not survive, but he would take Li Banfeng down with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One ghost servant swung his blade at Li Banfeng’s nape—when the Blood-Stained Pendulum suddenly leapt out and slashed at the ghost servant multiple times, reducing it to scattered soul fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking Lu Dongliang’s blood, the Pendulum had evolved—she could now harm the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Liu Liangyi’s consciousness faded, he gambled everything, exhausting all his strength to summon every nearby soul, including his ghost servants, for a final charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Yang Village, a place of simple folkways, saw bloodshed daily; corpses and souls littered the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pendulum was about to collapse when Li Banfeng opened Suishenju, and his wife’s singing drifted from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Red lanterns, green wine, night’s delight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the stove, winter’s chill takes flight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispering love, joy without end,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft songs drift, graceful dances blend,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Happiness greater than the gods’ realm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Souls who had endured bitter years in the wilds, lured by the seductive melody, marched in unison into Suishenju, awaiting romance with the phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi’s ghost servants held out for a few seconds before joining the swarm of vengeful spirits inside Suishenju.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of magic treasure is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are the ghost servants going?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi lit candles, burned talismans, exhausted every technique—but could not stop the ghost servants’ departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled as he watched Liu Liangyi; matters were now easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi charged forward with the dagger, intent on killing Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he were unharmed, a fourth-layer Yanxiu without ghost servants stood no chance against a third-layer Zhaixiu plus a second-layer Lvxiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng dodged the dagger, seized Liu Liangyi’s hair, and flung him into Suishenju.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph chuckled: “Another one? This one’s not tender enough—but little slave’s been starving so long, I’ll take whatever’s offered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Copper Lotus frowned, beads of dew sprouting across her entire surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only edible thing in the whole room was Liu Liangyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi’s son, Liu Changyu, had his face peeled off by Chu Er; consumed by rage, he sought revenge—but dared not confront Chu Er, so he turned his fury on Ma Wu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew that Liu Changyu, having had his face peeled off, was actually lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Liu Liangyi still clung to consciousness, his soul being slowly carved apart by the phonograph; in excruciating pain, a thought surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Jiashen died at this man’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I misjudged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one to watch isn’t Ma Wu…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Liu Liangyi entered Suishenju, he lost all control over his ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Mengchun Garden dance hall, the ghost servants stood bewildered; the paper figures froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu seized the chance and led everyone out through the dance hall behind Xiaogenzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuanzi gritted his teeth: “Young Master, what about the dance hall? We just opened today—do we just abandon it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let it go. There’s plenty of time, and more chances ahead. Come with me to the warehouse first—I’ve no magic treasure, but the warehouse holds many spiritual items; they might buy us some time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group entered the warehouse and began searching for supplies. After roughly ten minutes, Xiaogenzi suddenly stuck his head out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, listen—the dance hall’s making noise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of noise?” Ma Wu feared the paper figures might set fire to the building; burning the dance hall alone was bad enough, but nearby taverns, inns, and Jiqing Troupe would be dragged into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crouching by the window, Ma Wu listened for a long while—then heard music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last night in my dream,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peach blossoms still welcomed spring’s breeze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lover’s hearts entwined in sweet harmony,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woke to find it all just an empty dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song, “Last Night in My Dream,” was Ma Wu’s favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was playing music in the dance hall now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng placed the record carved by his wife onto the windmill phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost servants broke free from the paper figures and gathered quietly around the phonograph, listening to the beautiful melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the scene appeared peaceful, the situation was extremely dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the death of a fourth-layer Yanxiu, his ghost servants would go berserk—likely turning into malevolent spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole room of uncontrolled ghost servants—any misstep could cost Li Banfeng his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A song lasted only three minutes; as it neared its end, Li Banfeng quietly opened the door of Suishenju.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music in the dance hall ceased; all ghost servants turned toward Li Banfeng, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng wiped sweat from his brow, praying his wife would take over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing from inside the room began again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you foolish and dull?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you not understand romance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you love me or not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why make me wait in vain…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost servants, drawn by his wife’s voice, rushed eagerly into Suishenju.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng exhaled in relief—then suddenly heard his wife shout: “Hey, husband, shut the door quick! This place reeks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing open the dance hall’s main door, Li Banfeng donned his top hat and walked to the warehouse window, addressing Ma Wu: “Send someone to clean it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You dealt with all the ghost servants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu couldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to ask more, but noticed Li Banfeng had lowered his hat brim and vanished swiftly into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuanzi stepped beside Ma Wu and whispered: “What’s this man’s name? I want to ask, but I dare not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just call him Seventh Master. Don’t ask anything else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seventh Master—is he your brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t I tell you? Don’t ask anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu ordered the group to clean the dance hall; Xiaogenzi, carrying a bucket and holding a ladle, walked at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Genzi!” Ma Wu hurried after him. “You don’t need to help with cleaning—go to the accounting office and collect five hundred silver dollars. Tonight, you earned top merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaogenzi took the five hundred silver dollars and tucked them into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the bucket on his back, then the ladle in his hand, walking with newfound pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided he’d carry the bucket always—even when sleeping!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he shared a room with Xiao Chuanzi, he decided to find another place to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng returned to Suishenju and sorted through Liu Liangyi’s belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi had been a bandit, famous in the outlaw circles, yet carried barely two thousand cash and a dozen silver dollars—Li Banfeng despised him for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides money, Liu Liangyi had many incense sticks and candles; his wife huffed: “Hey, husband, these are Yanxiu tools for controlling ghost servants—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you knew Yanxiu techniques, they’d be very useful; even if you don’t, they can still summon wandering souls, saving you the trouble of buying groceries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his wife said they were useful, Li Banfeng would keep them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a stack of yellow paper, covered in strange talismanic markings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph explained: “Husband, these are the contracts between Yanxiu and their ghost servants—Yanxiu always carry them, but they’re useless to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contracts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng froze: “When I took Du Hongxi, why didn’t I get one of these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You did. That bitch Honglian ate it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stared, then turned to Honglian: “Why did you eat that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honglian did not respond; even if she had, Li Banfeng could not understand her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chichi~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife answered for her: “The covenant papers have spirit, but aren’t alive—this is exactly what Honglian loves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating them won’t hurt her; she can refine them into something. But last time she ate too few covenant papers—probably not enough to form even one lotus seed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi had only fifteen ghost servants, and only fifteen covenant papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi had sixty ghost servants—he fed all sixty covenant papers to Honglian; no one knows what she might refine from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was about to hand the covenant paper to the bronze lotus, when he saw its petals had already opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife gasped: “Oh no! This wretch stole a bite!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lotus heart whipped up a gale and devoured all the incense and candles Li Banfeng had arranged!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Banfeng could react, the covenant paper in his hand was also swallowed by the bronze lotus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng growled: “This is outrageous! You don’t even ask before helping yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music box was furious too: “This brat deserves a beating, husband. If you don’t enforce the family law, we’ll have no order left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the music box was about to rage, steam spewed out—and the bronze lotus opened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the lotus heart sat two lotus seeds: one was Liu Liangyi’s corpse, still being refined; the other was fully ripe. Li Banfeng peeled off the ripe seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lotus seed exploded, spitting out ten sheets of white paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng frowned: “What use is this thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze lotus closed its petals, still offering no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife observed for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise: “Oh my, husband—these are covenant papers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are covenant papers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap~ Dang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music box, playing a slow rhythm while spewing steam, sang: “Such treasures have been lost for decades. I never thought this wretch Honglian could still refine them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was puzzled: “What good are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re extremely useful. A covenant written on these papers carries severe penalties for breach.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng became interested: “What kind of severe penalty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It depends on what auxiliary ingredients you use. For example, if you place poison on the covenant paper while writing the contract, the paper will absorb the poison. Then, when the other party presses their fingerprint, if they break the covenant, they’ll die from the poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought for a moment, then said to the music box: “I’ll write a covenant now—between us, husband and wife, we’ll live in harmony. If you ever try to murder your husband, this covenant will…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Banfeng finished, a burst of steam scalded his face red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh-huh! Huh-huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband uses this to guard against your humble servant? You treat me poorly! I won’t sign this covenant—I won’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, don’t sign. Why get so worked up?” Li Banfeng rubbed his cheeks and tucked the covenant paper away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days later, Ma Wu returned with several newspapers and handed them to Li Banfeng: “Liu Liangyi, the old manager of the Liu household, has vanished. The one who attacked us that night was probably him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng made no comment, but asked: “Above the Liu family is the Si family. Who runs the Si family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The head of the Si family is Si Wennian. Rumor says he’s at the fifth layer of cultivation. No one knows his sect, but he has many ruthless subordinates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruthless…” Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead. “Did you take the elixir I gave you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu shook his head: “Not yet. I’m afraid of poison in the pills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sighed: “Take it now. After you do, find a girl and start cultivating quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Ma, you’re good at making money—but with your current cultivation base, how do you plan to protect your home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Li Banfeng left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a real problem: Ma Wu was too weak. Li Banfeng couldn’t stay here guarding the gate forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu sat in the wooden hut, motionless for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qi was right—this couldn’t go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the Jin Yuandan from under his bed and swallowed it with a gulp of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wennian arrived at Lu Dongliang’s estate and sat in the gatehouse for over an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gatekeeper urged: “Manager Si, listen to me—don’t wait today. Second Master is too busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wennian sighed: “The Liu family has suffered a great disaster. No matter how busy Second Master is, I must see him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gatekeeper stopped arguing. Another hour passed, until the strategist Wan Jinxian entered the gatehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Manager Si, Second Master requests your presence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wennian was delighted and hurried after Wan Jinxian into the main hall. He met Lu Dongliang, bowed, and before he could speak, Lu Dongliang spoke first:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Si, you’ve come at the perfect time. I’m going to visit my elder sister-in-law. Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wennian froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come to ask Lu Dongliang for support—and now Lu Dongliang was assigning him as a servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Master, I came to speak about Lan Yang Village…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s there to say about Lan Yang Village? That dump isn’t worth a damn! If you help me finish today’s task, I’ll let you open two more businesses in Lüshui City!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang flew into a rage. Si Wennian stayed silent and followed him to the Lu family’s main estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why bring Si Wennian along?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang had barely remembered him—had it not been for Wan Jinxian’s reminder, he’d have forgotten Si Wennian existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wennian was a Kuxiu — Kuxiu  and  Huanxiu  mutually restrain each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang’s purpose today was to confront Monkey Qiu. Wan Jinxian suggested bringing Si Wennian along as an extra safeguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past days, no matter what Lu Dongliang did within the family, Monkey Qiu restricted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family’s attitude was strange—everyone still obeyed Monkey Qiu. No one knew who the real outsider was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he would settle things once and for all with Monkey Qiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the main hall, Lu Dongliang spoke briefly with Duan Shaoxia, Lu Dongliang’s lawful wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Duan spent her days weeping, her body grown thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dongjun, have you heard any news of Dongliang? If you have, tell me—don’t hide anything from me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law, I’ve been searching too. Don’t worry—Dongliang won’t come to harm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Duan Shaoxia weep, Lu Dongliang felt a pang of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found it strange himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why pity her? She was a middle-aged woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some small talk, Lu Dongliang turned to the matter at hand: “I came today to speak with Manager Qiu about business. Since Dongliang’s absence, the He, Ma, and Chu families have all been eyeing us. We must be cautious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Shaoxia immediately ordered her servants: “Find Manager Qiu. Don’t delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng entered the main hall and bowed to Lu Dongliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang nodded but didn’t invite him to sit. He asked directly: “Yesterday I checked the books at Bailu Men. A large sum is missing. Monkey, are you aware of this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu blinked, then shook his head slightly: “I haven’t heard of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You haven’t heard?” Lu Dongliang smiled. “Since the family’s troubles began, you’ve managed all business. Where did that money go? You must know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng frowned: “Second Master, are you accusing me of stealing from Bailu Men?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang studied Monkey Qiu, his face darkening: “Can’t I ask you a question? Who runs this family? Why are you so defiant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng said nothing, his eyes fixed on Lu Dongliang’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Shaoxia said: “Dongjun, what’s gotten into you? Manager Qiu hasn’t said a word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang waved her off: “Sister-in-law, stay out of this. Today, we must settle this clearly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongliang claimed he came to visit Duan Shaoxia—but suddenly turned on Monkey Qiu. He wanted to catch him off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Shaoxia thought Lu Dongliang was just venting anger and didn’t interfere—unaware that Lu Dongliang had come to kill Monkey Qiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if he killed Monkey Qiu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The consequences would be severe. The entire family would believe Lu Dongliang had ulterior motives—and might isolate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wan Jinxian had analyzed it for him: if he didn’t kill Monkey Qiu, the consequences would be worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu constantly restricted Lu Dongliang. As long as he lived, Lu Dongliang could never seize real control of the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, Monkey Qiu was secretly searching for Lu Dongliang, Zhuo Yuling, and Lu Xiaolan. If he found even one of them, the outcome would be catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu never expected Lu Dongliang to strike. He didn’t mind being mocked—he was still watching Lu Dongliang’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the sleeve, a scar seemed visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the cost of Lu Dongliang having worn the necklace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the original Lu Dongliang been an impostor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu wanted to confirm once more—when suddenly Lu Dongliang asked: “What are you staring at? I’m speaking to you. Did you hear me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng’s eyelid twitched. Now he saw clearly: Lu Dongliang’s wrist bore a scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu remained calm, planning to let Lu Dongliang leave first, then consult with key family members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lu Dongliang had no intention of leaving. He suddenly punched Monkey Qiu: “You’ve forgotten your place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu was a seventh-layer  Huanxiu . Though he wasn’t skilled in close combat, his layer was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And facing Lu Dongliang, Qiu Zhiheng had always been on guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This punch missed—Duan Shaoxia grabbed Lu Dongliang’s arm: “Dongjun, this is wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the opportunity, Qiu Zhiheng swiftly retreated, putting more than five meters between himself and Lu Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun shoved Duan Shaoxia aside and pointed at Monkey Qiu, barking: “Today I’ll teach you some manners!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single finger, extended from over five meters away, pressed against Monkey Qiu’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu’s chest erupted in searing pain; his breath choked, his face turning blue-purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun stood his ground and kicked through the air; Monkey Qiu barely dodged, grazing his chin, staggering backward and nearly toppling over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun lunged forward two steps, raising his fist again—Monkey Qiu’s gaze flickered over him, and Lu Dongjun felt his blood surge violently, his strike hesitating slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Zhiheng let out a sharp whistle; a dozen Zhigua rushed in from inside and outside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian pulled a stone lion from his sleeve; Lu Dongjun yanked out a false tooth from his mouth and swiftly shoved it into the lion’s jaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lion’s eyes glowed bright; the dozen Zhigua slammed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron, none able to breach the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monkey Qiu froze in shock—he had never seen this magic treasure before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Shaoxia’s eyelid twitched, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: The flaw in Qianyue Tower has been exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3148,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cbba94e2d1a3574a3b3c9f7623bb5dc0511f4547fc174931459219715403e66f","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-136","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-134",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]