Chapter 363: Great Fortune (Requesting Moon Tickets)

The middle-aged man, having lost his eyes, screamed in agony.

Li Banfeng said to the middle-aged man: "How do I shut down this boundary?"

The middle-aged man was truly bold—he shouted: "Shut down the boundary! Can't you hear me?"

The three subordinates all turned to look at the one holding the device.

That subordinate did not move.

He had experience: as long as he didn't shut off the boundary, Li Banfeng couldn't escape.

As long as Li Banfeng couldn't escape, the middle-aged man had a chance to live.

The subordinate holding the device said to Li Banfeng: "Don't even think of leaving. Right now, release our hall master, or you'll pay with a hundred lives."

Li Banfeng looked at the middle-aged man and said: "He's from the Boundary Office—how is he your hall master?"

"It has nothing to do with you. I'll tell you plainly—I won't shut down the boundary. No matter what you say, it's useless. If you don't release our hall master…"

The subordinate holding the device suddenly fell silent—he sensed something was off.

Where was his device?

The other three subordinates stared at the one holding the device, confused why he had stopped speaking.

Li Banfeng watched the device-holder in silence for a long while; the scene grew awkward, so he spoke for him:

"I didn't tell you to shut down the boundary. I asked how to shut it down—just tell me how to use this thing."

Li Banfeng gripped the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and held the device in the other.

All the subordinates were stunned—when had it gotten into his hands?

Had it been when he knocked them down just now?

The device was a plastic box with a lever on top.

Plastic was rare and expensive in Pulu Province; this device was finely crafted, clearly from outside the province.

But the boundary wasn't created by this plastic box—it was just a remote control.

Glove whispered in Li Banfeng's ear: "Boss, let's just pull the lever once and see what happens."

Li Banfeng said: "What if we pull it wrong? Won't we all be stuck here?"

Glove shook his index finger: "Boss, if we pull it wrong, these guys will definitely warn us—they don't want to die. Let's just try."

Li Banfeng thought Glove had a point. He had Glove grip the lever and pulled it backward.

The device operator was startled—Li Banfeng had operated it with perfect accuracy; the boundary had stopped instantly.

Everyone stared at Li Banfeng, afraid he'd flee.

A halo of light glowed from Li Banfeng's chest, shining into one subordinate's eye.

It was a projector.

The projector had been hidden in Li Banfeng's inner pocket, quietly recording footage. Just as the sun was about to set, the angle was perfect—the projector slightly adjusted its lens to focus on the subordinate's eye.

The timing of the projector's activation was perfect—and Li Banfeng's luck was truly incredible!

The subordinate, blinded by the light, hadn't realized what happened when Li Banfeng's figure suddenly vanished from his vision.

For a high-level Traveling Cultivator to vanish from one's sight was an extremely serious matter.

The subordinate panicked, before he could react, his body exploded into a spray of blood.

At the same time, Li Banfeng, dragging the "hall master," had already broken free of the boundary's range.

The remaining three subordinates sprinted after him, pushing themselves to the limit—if they didn't, the "hall master" would be gone in an instant.

Li Banfeng pushed the lever, restoring the boundary.

The halo flared again; one subordinate, running too fast, saw the boundary appear before him—he couldn't stop in time and crashed straight into the light.

It wasn't his fault.

To save the hall master's life, he had to chase at full speed.

They often used this boundary to ambush others—but they'd never been ambushed by it themselves. Their tactics had no plan for being caught by their own boundary.

On the halo, the subordinate seemed to fall into molten lava—his body sparked, then turned to ash in an instant.

Only two subordinates remained, trapped inside the boundary, helplessly watching Li Banfeng escape.

One subordinate looked at the puppet-show cart.

The puppet-show operator had been terrified into shock, crouching behind the cart, wetting his pants.

The subordinate said: "If we capture these children, maybe we can force that man out?"

The other subordinate said: "Will he care about these few kids? They're poor children—no relation to him."

"I thought he cared just now."

"Let's try. Otherwise, how long will we be stuck here? If we don't report this, what will our lives be like from now on?"

The two men rushed toward the cart of children.

The halo suddenly vanished.

The two froze—they couldn't understand this move.

Their attention had been fixed on the halo when a massive object suddenly flew toward them.

Li Banfeng had thrown their hall master back.

One subordinate, fiercely loyal, rushed forward without hesitation to catch the hall master.

The other subordinate remained relatively calm, focusing his attention entirely on Li Banfeng.

The loyal subordinate caught the hall master—but because his gaze was so fixed, he didn't see Li Banfeng's movement.

Didn't he fear "Gallop Through the Flowers"?

The subordinate wasn't too worried—he'd seen Li Banfeng use "Gallop Through the Flowers" once before.

By experience, even high-level Traveling Cultivators struggled to use "Gallop Through the Flowers" consecutively—it consumed too much energy.

But he didn't know Li Banfeng's stepping technique was different; his "Gallop Through the Flowers" consumed far less. By the time the subordinate caught the hall master, Li Banfeng's gaze was already locked onto the two of them.

The loyal guard exploded along with the hall master.

The last remaining subordinate predicted Li Banfeng's position and suddenly lunged behind him.

He knew the hall master was dead, and that Li Banfeng's cultivation likely surpassed his own.

He'd used "Gallop Through the Flowers" twice already, killing two of his comrades—he wasn't unafraid.

But the hall master was dead; he had to give the Boundary Office an explanation, or he'd have no place left in Pulu Province.

Even if he chose to flee now, he had little hope of escaping.

The opponent was a Traveling Cultivator—turning your back on a Traveling Cultivator was the stupidest choice.

Seizing this chance and fighting was his only path to survival.

He seized the opportunity well—his speed was fast, and he reached behind Li Banfeng.

His arms transformed into a pair of blade-shovels—he was a mole.

The twin blade-shovels struck together at Li Banfeng's back. Li Banfeng stood still, unmoving, absorbing the blow directly.

Sparks flew from the shovel-blades against Li Banfeng's body—but they didn't break the skin, not even his clothes.

How was this possible?

How could a Traveling Cultivator be this durable?

These iron shovels had been trained for years—when aimed correctly, this mole could rip out an opponent's internal organs.

Was his clothing a magic treasure?

But Traveling Cultivators rarely wore heavy armor—it slowed them down.

This mole could never imagine it was the "Kind-Heartedness Technique"—because a House Cultivator could never train alongside a Traveling Cultivator.

One strike didn't break through—strike again.

The mole swung his arms again, preparing another blow—but Li Banfeng had already dodged; he wouldn't give him another chance.

The mole tried to pursue—that was overreaching.

Before he could close the distance, a long blade had already pierced his skull.

"Every strike takes a head!" Tang Dao shouted loudly—but the blade tip failed to pierce the mole's skull; his armor was too hard.

"Useless trash." The sickle flew through the air, slicing open the mole's neck.

The wound was shallow—but poisoned.

Li Banfeng froze—he wasn't concerned about the wound; he was wondering: who just spoke?

It sounded like a woman.

More importantly—how did the sickle fly on its own?

"Little brother, strike!" The wine gourd splashed a mist of liquor over the subordinate.

Li Banfeng struck a match and flicked it onto the mole.

This was Yao Lao's medicinal liquor—the mole endured the poison and flames for a moment before Tang Dao pierced his skull.

All four subordinates were dealt with.

Li Banfeng's actions were decisive, but given these men's cultivation and experience, his ability to eliminate them so quickly was also due to sheer luck.

Looking at the blood-soaked ground, the puppet-show operator behind the cart snapped mentally.

He stopped hiding, stood up, screaming as he ran.

"Murder! Our hall master is dead! Is anyone going to help?"

I'm from the Jiang Xiang Gang—I was ordered by the hall master to kidnap children. I only took five. He wants to kill me.

I was born to parents too—am I not human? Why does he get to kill me? Is anyone going to help?"

He had completely lost his mind.

Li Banfeng stepped forward, seized the man operating the peep show, and sent him into his Personal Dwelling.

"Wife, wait a moment before eating—I still need to ask him something."

"Oh, husband, don't worry—this kind of filthy fare, this humble servant truly finds it unappealing."

Li Banfeng collected the bodies of the Sect Master and his four subordinates into his Personal Dwelling, then used the device to relight the surrounding boundary lines.

Li Banfeng picked up a branch and tossed it into the halo.

The branch flew through the halo and turned into fine ash.

This was very similar to what Li Banfeng had seen around the border.

He chose a seemingly suitable spot and activated the Technique of Severing the Path.

The ground beneath his feet split open into a trench—a path he had carved with his technique.

But this newly opened path was likewise blocked by the halo.

Li Banfeng intensified his technique; the trench widened, and the halo stretched along with it, continuing to block the trench—Li Banfeng could not escape along this newly opened path either.

After maintaining it for a moment, Li Banfeng withdrew his technique, and the newly dug trench vanished with it.

It seemed the Technique of Severing the Path could not dispel this boundary.

Where had this boundary come from?

Was it because something was buried beneath the earth?

Li Banfeng asked his gloves: "Can you sense the aura of a treasure?"

The gloves shook their fingers: "Master, I too suspect something valuable lies beneath, but I truly cannot detect any scent."

Since even the gloves couldn't find it, Li Banfeng had no reason to keep trying.

Moreover, he couldn't afford to waste more time here—there was no telling whether the Sect Master had other reinforcements.

He deactivated the boundary, returned the remote to his Personal Dwelling, made simple repairs to the peep show cart, and pulled it back to Liutang Village with several children aboard.

As they neared the village, Li Banfeng had the Pendulum paint him some makeup.

It was already dark; families whose children had gone missing were frantic, gathering relatives and friends, lighting torches, and searching everywhere.

At night, seeing a man shaking a rattle enter the village, several people rushed forward.

"That's the peep show man!"

"The children were watching his peep show just a moment ago, then vanished."

"He's…"

Li Banfeng set the cart down at the village entrance and turned away.

"He's not the peep show man! The peep show man isn't built like this!"

"Who is this person?!"

"He brought the children back!"

"His face is all garish colors—is he human or a ghost?"

"Could he be a demon?"

"Don't talk nonsense—he's the one who saved our children; he's our benefactor!"

Though somewhat frightened, the villagers were overjoyed to have their children returned.

An elder called out: "Esteemed benefactor, could you please leave your name? We shall never forget your kindness!"

Li Banfeng turned back and said: "I'm surnamed En—En Gong."

Saying this, he lowered his hat brim and vanished into the night.

(End of Chapter)