Chapter 385: What Dao Is This Camel?

Li Banfeng arrived in Bei Wushuang's territory to deliver a message to him.

"You say Pan Dehai is trapped by Meng Yuchun?" Bei Wushuang snorted. "From what I know, Pan Dehai has cultivation at Cloud Ascension Level Three, while Meng Yuchun is only at Cloud Ascension Level One. If you told me Pan Dehai let her live out of mercy, I'd believe that. But you claim Meng Yuchun trapped Pan Dehai? That's pure nonsense."

Li Banfeng nodded. "Pan Dehai's cultivation is indeed higher than Meng Yuchun's, but this is her territory, and she's a Zhai Xiu—her Guanmenbihu techniques are well known."

"Beating Pan Dehai is hard, but trapping him? Not difficult."

Bei Wushuang stuck out his tongue. "So you can't win, and you want me to come over and fight for you?"

"This isn't helping you. We know a bit about the grudge between Pan Dehai and you. If Pan Dehai leaves alive, you'll never sleep peacefully again."

"What's there to be uneasy about?" Bei Wushuang shook his head. "I already told you—Old Pan is my friend. We have no feud. Everything you heard is rumor."

Li Banfeng lowered his hat brim. "So you don't intend to get involved."

"I can't get involved. This is a grudge between Old Pan and you. Since you know Old Pan, go speak to him yourself. He's a man of great virtue—perhaps he'll spare your lives."

"What if he refuses?"

"Then there's nothing to be done. You just got unlucky—angered someone you shouldn't have."

"Actually, we don't necessarily have to anger Pan Dehai. You're right—we could talk to him calmly." Li Banfeng said no more, lowered his hat brim, and vanished in an instant.

Bei Wushuang stared at Li Banfeng's retreating figure, his enormous camel eyes blinking for a long time.

Would Bei Wushuang really not act?

Li Banfeng believed he would.

Every time Li Banfeng entered Bei Wushuang's territory, Bei Wushuang sensed it immediately—his vigilance was extreme, his network of spies extensive.

Bei Wushuang had countless ways to verify whether Meng Yuchun and Pan Dehai had clashed. If confirmed true, he would act.

The logic was simple: with Pan Dehai's strength, Meng Yuchun had no chance of victory. Only two outcomes were possible.

One: Meng Yuchun dies, Pan Dehai seizes her territory, and lurks near Bei Wushuang, waiting for an opening—clearly not what Bei Wushuang wanted.

Two: Meng Yuchun surrenders and allies with Pan Dehai against Bei Wushuang—even worse.

A mole emerged from underground, approaching Bei Wushuang's feet and bowing. "Meng Yuchun and Pan Dehai have clashed—Pan Dehai is trapped…"

"I know." Bei Wushuang shook his head; two camel bells chimed.

As the bell tones lingered, Bei Wushuang's figure vanished.

Pan Dehai was indeed trapped. Within layers of boundaries, he bore bloodstains, still trying to negotiate: "Miss Meng, there's been a misunderstanding. Perhaps I didn't explain clearly. If my words offended you, please forgive an old man."

"I'm past my prime. I humbly apologize—even if I'm wrong, show some mercy."

Meng Yuchun stood on the hillside, looking down at Pan Dehai—then suddenly felt his figure swell, his body covered in countless "De" characters, making her dizzy.

This was no illusion—it was the Zhai Xiu technique: Virtue-Worthy.

As Pan Dehai spoke reason, he elevated his own prestige, delivering a crushing psychological blow to Meng Yuchun.

The boundary lines flickered, weakened, broken—Meng Yuchun was nearly spent. Pan Dehai had an opening to strike back.

But Pan Dehai chose not to risk it. He prepared to activate Virtue-Worthy again.

At this moment, Pan Dehai's full attention was fixed on Meng Yuchun.

Meng Yuchun was at her limit. If she held on any longer, she might go mad.

Large gaps appeared in the boundary lines.

Pan Dehai was about to break through—when Bei Wushuang, hidden in the shadows, prepared to strike.

Meng Yuchun didn't see Bei Wushuang. Even Pan Dehai, skilled in concealment, missed him.

But Li Banfeng saw him—his Golden Eye's Microscopic Vision pushed to its limit, revealing Bei Wushuang's blurred form.

This technique was taught to him by his wife. Even now, Li Banfeng didn't know its exact realm—but it had saved him countless times.

Now that he saw Bei Wushuang, what should he do?

Charge and fight?

He couldn't beat Bei Wushuang.

Shout at Pan Dehai and Meng Yuchun?

One shout might work—but what if Bei Wushuang moved? Would Li Banfeng act as a live commentator from the sidelines?

If he played it that way, he'd be toyed with and killed by Bei Wushuang.

Li Banfeng swung his iron ladle and flung a spoonful of golden fluid toward Bei Wushuang's form.

Bei Wushuang froze—he hadn't noticed Li Banfeng. A Level Seven Zhai Xiu was easy to overlook.

The golden fluid clung to Bei Wushuang's body, then vanished instantly—no trace remained.

But no trace didn't mean no scent.

Beneath the breeze, both Meng Yuchun and Pan Dehai covered their noses and spotted Bei Wushuang's location.

Meng Yuchun immediately shifted the boundary lines, trapping Bei Wushuang within them.

After flinging the golden fluid, Li Banfeng retreated from the battlefield. His task was done—he must now ensure he wasn't caught in the crossfire.

In the cave, Li Banfeng wrote two characters on Meng Yuchun's peach-like buttocks: one was " Ku," the other " Ji."

He wanted to write " Kurouji," but the middle character was awkward to place in the narrow gap.

Still, there was plenty of flesh on her buttocks—Meng Yuchun would understand.

She did understand.

Not only that—she performed the act convincingly. She sensed someone watching them near the cave. All this fighting with Pan Dehai was staged for this decoy.

Why didn't they consult Pan Dehai in advance?

Because Li Banfeng suspected spies in Meng Yuchun's territory—more than one. If he revealed the plan, the ruse would fail.

If they didn't warn Pan Dehai, wasn't Li Banfeng afraid he'd kill her?

On this point, Li Banfeng trusted Pan Dehai's wisdom.

Pan Dehai was treacherous and cruel—but undeniably clever.

He must have suspected the cave was unsafe. He must have sensed someone listening nearby.

When Meng Yuchun turned hostile, Pan Dehai grew angry—he thought this young local god lacked proper decorum.

After two exchanges, he saw through it: Meng Yuchun held back.

She was clearly weaker, yet restrained her attacks. This unusual behavior revealed her intent—and Pan Dehai adjusted his own force accordingly.

They were truly fighting—but holding back. Both were wounded, but neither seriously.

Before Bei Wushuang struck, he'd been doused in golden fluid—he immediately realized he'd been tricked.

He was first trapped by Meng Yuchun's boundaries, then heard Pan Dehai roar: "Taking advantage of weakness is without virtue!"

Zhai Xiu technique: Virtue Bears All.

Bei Wushuang staggered, his form materializing midair.

This camel could endure—he wasn't crushed by one layer of Virtue Bears All. He pushed up, slammed into the boundaries, trying to escape.

He'd be injured—but he believed he could withstand it. If he stopped to fight, he had no chance of survival.

Pan Dehai shouted again: "Fleeing from battle is without virtue!"

Another weight crushed him. As he reached the boundary's edge, his pace slowed; his fur burned away in large patches, blood streaming.

Bei Wushuang's strength far exceeded that of a Bashan Lord—he could endure this injury.

He didn't want to fight. He only wanted to run.

Pan Dehai shouted again: "Disheveled attire is without virtue!"

The timing was perfect—his fur was gone; his clothing was in tatters.

Bei Wushuang's front legs buckled—he was about to fall—when Meng Yuchun completed her second boundary.

Another charge would leave him critically wounded.

But if he didn't charge, Pan Dehai would gain time—and Bei Wushuang would lose his chance to flee.

After careful thought, Bei Wushuang halted. He strained his neck, shaking his camel bells violently, letting out a deep, rumbling roar.

The bell chimes and roar merged—Meng Yuchun's breath choked, her boundaries dimmed slightly.

Is this camel a Sheng Xiu?

Meng Yuchun had always assumed he was a Ti Xiu.

Not just her—even Li Banfeng thought Bei Wushuang was a Ti Xiu.

He always appeared as a camel, as if he'd hung a Ti Xiu banner on his face.

But Bei Wushuang hadn't expected Pan Dehai to be unaffected.

Pan Dehai knew Bei Wushuang was a Sheng Xiu—he'd prepared, countering the technique with his own cultivation level.

"Bei Wushuang, you struck from the shadows. I've ignored it. Now I fight you openly—where will you run?"

Virtue-Worthy technique.

Pan Dehai's form swelled endlessly; countless "De" characters swirled over his body, overwhelming Bei Wushuang with dizziness until he collapsed to the ground.

Pan Dehai stepped forward, plucked the camel bells from Bei Wushuang's neck, and smiled: "A fine artifact—perfectly suited to your Dao."

"First, tell me—who sent you and Huang Xilin to spread pests in Haichiling?"

Bei Wushuang didn't answer. Though they'd had little contact, he knew Pan Dehai's nature: once he got the answer, he'd kill him.

He drew a sharp breath—as if to roar. Pan Dehai bellowed: "The virtueless shall not speak!"

Zhai Xiu technique: Virtuous Voice Must Not Be Defied!

Pan Dehai forbade Bei Wushuang from speaking—and Bei Wushuang's mouth refused to open.

Virtuous Voice Must Not Be Defied wasn't a powerful technique. Bei Wushuang still had strength to break free.

But he didn't try—because he never intended to speak.

His hump suddenly swelled, then exploded.

BOOM!

After a deafening explosion, Pan Dehai stood motionless, like a statue made of clay.

Meng Yu, slightly farther away, was forced to break her technique by the blast and briefly lost consciousness.

Li Banfeng was even farther, but he still couldn't escape the explosion—his vision turned blinding white, his ears rang sharply, and his chest throbbed with searing pain.

Sound cultivation technique: Blood Splatter, Deafening Sound.

Bei Wushuang struggled to his feet, risking nearly his entire life for this one chance.

He Yuxiu, dozens of li away, heard the explosion and felt a sharp ache in her chest.

The peach cultivator beside her, with weak cultivation, couldn't catch her breath for a long while.

Xiao Genzi nearly dropped his bucket; Zhang Wanlong steadied him, gazed toward the source of the blast for a moment, then warned: "Your Seventh Master may be in danger."

In the main cave of Ba Mountain, Changji was helping Suishenju build a platform; though the station wasn't finished, Suishenju's door had already opened, and Changji had heard the explosion.

"It's a sound cultivation technique!" his wife exclaimed, urging Suishenju, "Hurry and save your master!"

Suishenju replied: "I can't go now."

It wasn't that he didn't want to—he simply couldn't, because his condition forbade it.

Changji grew anxious, wanting to leave on his own to rescue Li Banfeng.

After a moment's thought, Suishenju said: "Use my whistle and sing two lines just for him—only for him, never to attack."

"If he's hit by Blood Splatter, Deafening Sound, I fear he won't hear a thing."

"He'll hear it," Suishenju said with certainty. "This whistle is meant to signal him to board—it's audible only to him."

PS: Bei Wushuang has risen, but Pan Dehai remains standing in place—why?

Recommend a book: Old Man Doll's "What Can Purge Evil from This World?" What can purge evil from this world? Only killing! Interested readers may check it out.

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