[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-142":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},2290440,4478,"Chapter 142: Blueleaf Pills","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-142",142,"\u003Cp>Blueleaf Poplar does have properties that can neutralize poison from elixirs, but these properties cannot be harnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The herbal powder provided by Zuo Wugang contains dozens of ingredients, likely serving as substitutes for Blueleaf Poplar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if Hong Lian has already deciphered the formula, why not simply reveal it outright, instead of making Li Banfeng go through so much trouble to find Blueleaf Poplar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng trusted Hong Lian’s judgment; the substitute herbs were probably hard to obtain, and their efficacy would be far inferior to Blueleaf Poplar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man urged Li Banfeng not to seek Blueleaf Poplar, but Li Banfeng was adamant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since I came this far, I won’t return empty-handed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man sighed deeply and said, “First, help me gather the oranges.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen or so burnt orange trees were beyond saving; the old man climbed up to pick the fruit, while Li Banfeng caught them below, and soon the large oranges piled up like a small hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After gathering the oranges, Li Banfeng followed the old man to fetch water and irrigate the saplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast orange grove had three wells; the old man was proud of this: “When clearing new land, every patch you cultivate can yield one well—these three patches were all opened by me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made it clear—he was the owner of this orange grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watering the saplings, the old man took Li Banfeng to catch insects on the orange trees; by afternoon, the two had collected hundreds of weevils alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching beetles was surprisingly enjoyable; Li Banfeng climbed up and down the trees without feeling tired—if the old man hadn’t told him to rest, he could have spent the whole day doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All these weevils are yours; you can sell them for a good sum when you return,” the old man urged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “I don’t want the weevils—I only want Blueleaf Poplar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man sighed repeatedly: “Fine, come see the tree you planted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to the spot where Li Banfeng had buried the seeds and poured the remaining water from the bucket onto the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watering, the old man stared silently at the damp earth and said slowly: “I’ve lived in this orange grove for countless years; to protect these oranges from being destroyed, I’ve endured countless beatings—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been hung from trees and beaten, pinned to the ground and beaten, struck with sticks and stabbed with knives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, I nearly burned to death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people don’t destroy the orange trees, and you’re one of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few have spoken up for me over the years; altogether, fewer than ten people, and you’re one of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some have helped me fight back; in all these years, only three people, and you’re one of them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one has ever planted oranges for me before—you’re the first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the soil rustled softly, and a young shoot broke through the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng watched calmly as the sapling grew taller, until it sprouted greenish branches and blue tender leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planted orange seeds, yet somehow, Blueleaf Poplar had grown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could orange trees be Blueleaf Poplar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the leaves of the surrounding orange trees were all green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng couldn’t understand the reason, yet he watched quietly as the poplar tree rapidly grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it reached over a foot in thickness and more than ten meters tall, the poplar stopped growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked at Li Banfeng and said: “Blueleaf Poplar is a precious thing, but humans are too greedy—they cut it down until it went extinct—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, how much do you want? Take as much as you need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the fallen branches and leaves from the ground and stuffed them into his pocket: “This is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t modesty on Li Banfeng’s part—he truly believed he could carry no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflected on what he’d done: merely helping the old man deal with two thugs; even if he hadn’t intervened, the old man could have easily killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for helping gather the oranges, that was nothing more than a small favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planting the seeds did move the old man, but Li Banfeng didn’t feel he’d done anything extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oranges are delicious; delicious things deserve to be cherished—it’s that simple, and there’s no reason to boast over such a minor act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the old man had told Li Banfeng the origin of Greenwater Bay; the value of that information alone was incalculable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take only what you need, know when to stop—that was Li Banfeng’s true belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man laughed, staring at Li Banfeng for a long while: “If only everyone in the world were like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wave of his hand, a branch over two meters long fell from a poplar tree and landed before Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, take it. This branch of Blueleaf Poplar has lost its vitality—it won’t grow if planted. Don’t even think of planting it. If this isn’t enough, come back and find me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the branch and thanked the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled: “Want anything else? Some water?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water was hardest to find in the New Lands; most people who reached the orange grove had already drunk all their water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Banfeng didn’t need any—he had water in his Personal Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng decline water, the old man still asked if he wanted anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the old man was so generous, why did so many still come to destroy the grove?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why destroy such fine oranges?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked around and said to the old man: “I’d like to eat an orange.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man laughed, took Li Banfeng to the pile of oranges, and peeled one for him himself: “Eat—there’s plenty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating two oranges, Li Banfeng rose to take his leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled: “If you ever want more oranges, come visit me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the branch, Li Banfeng left the orange grove and returned to his Personal Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Personal Dwelling, Li Banfeng carried the branch straight to the outer chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife exclaimed: “My dear, what’s this? Isn’t this Blueleaf Poplar? Why did you bring it back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had already prepared his excuse: “I want to reforged Tang Dao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap~ Dang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife sang in a slow rhythm: “Husband, listen to your humble servant—don’t reforged Tang Dao. This blade is already formidable; adding Blueleaf Poplar would make it even more powerful. If it ever turns against you, won’t you be feeding a tiger that will devour you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “You’re right, wife, but Blueleaf Poplar was hard-won—I can’t waste it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reforged your sickle instead. And your iron ruler and mandarin duck daggers. You favor these weapons, yet they lack any spirit. Strengthen them—they deserve your status.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife’s words were always pleasing to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll listen to you, wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the outer chamber, Tang Dao trembled in fear—he had overheard Li Banfeng’s conversation with the phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I am utterly loyal—do not reforged me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sneered: “Now you’re afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed Tang Dao, the pendulum, the earrings, and all other magic treasures into the Fourth Chamber, ensuring no one would disturb him. The copper lotus opened its petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew the entire Blueleaf Poplar into her lotus heart—including the branches and leaves Li Banfeng had collected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For safety, she also pulled in the sickle, shovel, iron ruler, and mandarin duck daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng returned to the main chamber and slept through the night; his wife showed no unusual behavior, only complained that today’s ingredients were meager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Li Banfeng woke and entered the outer chamber—the copper lotus petals were fully open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven-petaled lotus heart was filled with seven lotus seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first two seeds each burst forth with a Xuan Chi Elixir—the elixirs forged from the two men who burned the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third seed burst open to reveal Li Banfeng’s favorite sickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Externally, the sickle showed no change; when he touched its texture, he sensed a newfound resilience he’d never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not touch the blade, for it carried deadly poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the shovel, the iron ruler, and the mandarin duck daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final seed lingered in Li Banfeng’s hand for a long time before finally bursting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exploded into one hundred and seventy-seven blue pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pill was the size of a Jin Yuandan; since they were forged from Blueleaf Poplar, Li Banfeng named them Blueleaf Pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could these pills neutralize the poison of Jin Yuandan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng trusted the copper lotus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped the pills in tin foil and stored them in a cloth bag, then took out several weapons to show his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, on the bodies of the two men who burned the trees, Li Banfeng found a strange weapon: an iron rod, pointed at one end, over a foot long, entirely forged of iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of weapon is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a Judge’s Pen,” his wife recognized it. “But this isn’t a weapon—it’s a magic treasure. Husband, listen closely—it makes a sound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng could hear voices from any object with spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened for over ten minutes and heard nothing. His wife grew annoyed, ordered him to place the Judge’s Pen beside the phonograph’s tray, then blasted it with steam—turning the pen red-hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen spoke. Its communication seemed highly efficient—but Li Banfeng couldn’t understand a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife scolded the Judge’s Pen: “Something made by a lazy cultivator is useless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lazy cultivator?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife told Li Banfeng: “This Judge’s Pen can fly—one person can fly a hundred meters at a time, two people forty to fifty meters, three people about ten meters. It can carry at most three people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The method is simple: draw a circle on the ground, have the riders stand inside, state your direction, and wait for the Judge’s Pen to respond.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it’s too lazy—sometimes it won’t respond for a day or two. Husband, find someone with spirit to reforged it someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Judge’s Pen can fly—so those two men must have used it to cross Ironwire River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lazy Cultivator, today I learned of a new Daoist sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng wanted to ask more about Lazy Cultivator, but the jukebox, uninterested in these mundane things, urged Li Banfeng to hurry and buy groceries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sneered: “Right ahead is Little Yellow Springs—can you even buy vegetables there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question left his wife speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, my dear, I ate a meal yesterday, and today I’m not very hungry—let’s not buy anything from there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng turned and left; his wife, fearing he might return to the jukebox, dared not say more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the Personal Dwelling, Li Banfeng used his technique of avoiding misfortune and seeking fortune to find a relatively safe spot on the wasteland, then swallowed a Blue Leaf Pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing the Blue Leaf Pill, Li Banfeng swallowed a Jin Yuandan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are the qualities of these two pills perfectly matched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should be; otherwise, the Copper Lotus wouldn’t have produced so many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing the Jin Yuandan, Li Banfeng’s body began to go numb, but he still retained control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poison remained, but the Blue Leaf Pill had taken effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried taking two steps forward, stumbling weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resting an hour, he could walk like a normal person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three hours, his ability to generate wind from nothing was mostly restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effective!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blue Leaf Pill was extremely effective!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try another Jin Yuandan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was still slightly soft and numb; the effects hadn’t fully canceled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is new territory—hard to say what might appear. Stick to one pill per day for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the return trip will have to be slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun returned to his estate, covered in wounds; Wan Jinxian hurried forward to ask after his condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun refused to elaborate; his subordinates told Wan Jinxian the full story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Lu Dongjun went to the gambling den to collect debts, but unexpectedly, his uncle Lu Maoxian had already been waiting there. Lu Maoxian was a seventh-layer Literary Cultivator, and very old—he should have been no match for Lu Dongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he brought many men and overwhelmed Lu Dongjun in a group assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!” Lu Dongjun cursed. “That old bastard must’ve gone mad—after hearing a few words from Monkey Qiu, he turned on his own nephew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian sighed: “Master, this can’t just be Monkey Qiu’s doing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun nodded: “I know—this definitely involves Duan Shaoxia too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian shook his head: “It’s not just Duan Shaoxia. Think—Lu Maoxian has three sons. If Grandpa is already down, and you fall too, among your peers, they’ll be the most senior. The family headship won’t be so easily decided.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun suddenly understood: “He’s deliberately ruining my reputation so his sons can usurp my place! Old dog—he should piss on a mirror and look at himself! What are his sons even worth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian handed him a newspaper: “Lu Maoxian is deliberately destroying your reputation. Here’s today’s morning paper—the story’s already spread. Take a look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun glanced at the paper and clenched his teeth in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headline: Brother Kills Brother—Lu Dongliang Likely Dead; Widow and Orphan, Lady Duan Sobs in Vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian said: “I can already guess the next headline: The Lu Clan’s Patriarch Appears, Cleanses the Family, Upholds Justice, Reclaims the Lu Banner!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun flew into a rage: “Ling Miaowen, that bastard—he’s fabricating lies and dragging me into this? I’ll kill him—he’s asking for it. I’m going to find him right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wan Jinxian urged: “Master, think carefully. Don’t act in anger now. Let’s plan our next move—I have an idea. Please hear me out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Dongjun tore the newspaper into shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the residence of the Second Miss Chu, Chu Huaiyuan laughed aloud while holding the newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lu family is in complete chaos. The Bailu Men is mine. Have the carriage prepared—I’m going to Blue Poplar Village.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Hongyan licked her forearm: “Again to Blue Poplar Village? Are you taken with Ma Wu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taken with him?” Chu Er scoffed. “What’s so special about him? With that little courage? I wouldn’t even look at him—he’s got no flavor at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Hongyan picked up a coconut, sliced off the top, and sucked in some juice: “If you’re not interested, why go to Blue Poplar Village?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er ordered her maids to bring several dresses: “You don’t understand business. The Bailu Men is a place that can make money—and lose it. I’m not as skilled at making money as Ma Junyang—I need him to come help me run it for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma Wu is too cunning—he won’t listen,” Wen Hongyan opened another coconut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er selected a long red dress: “If he won’t listen, tie him up and bring him back. I have ways to make him obey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: What exactly is this flavor that so captivates Second Miss Chu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2500,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","642c2f16bb5358f84043a8efc2405a1bb2a6a1263f1bd0bd24f694b645c8a54f","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-143","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-141",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]