Chapter 487: Iron Gate Fort Only Has One Fort Master (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At twelve o'clock noon, Dick Chen finished his lunch and sat in the courtyard of the private residence, waiting quietly.

The rickshaw puller asked, "How long do you want to wait? You've delayed me for a day's work; you have to compensate me for the rickshaw fare."

Dick Chen nodded. "I am a person who pursues fairness. I won't be short of a single cent that should be given. I am waiting for my warriors here. Once they are all gathered, we will set off."

"You have warriors here too?" The rickshaw puller was very surprised. "You have your people in Iron Gate Fort?"

"That depends on how you define Iron Gate Fort," Dick Chen smiled. "If you only count the canyon where the residential cultivators live, there are also my people there, but the number is not large.

If you count all the surrounding villages as part of Iron Gate Fort, then I really have quite a few people."

The rickshaw puller nodded. "It's good that you have people under you. I'll make it clear to you first: Iron Gate Fort has a Local Deity. With my cultivation, if I take action casually in the fort, I will attract the Local Deity.

A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. I can't take advantage in front of the Local Deity, and you will suffer along with me, so I cannot take the initiative to take action in this matter."

Dick Chen had long been prepared for this. "There is a forest to the east of Iron Gate Fort. You only need to provide support in the forest. If I enter the forest, it proves that I have encountered an accident. You must get rid of all the pursuers behind me to ensure I can leave safely."

The rickshaw puller nodded. "This matter is simple."

While they were talking, people came to the door one after another.

Dick Chen waved at them. The people walked into the courtyard and stood respectfully beside Dick Chen.

These people were men and women, old and young. Among them, there was a residential cultivator named Jin Jin Yuankang, who was considered a person of status in Iron Gate Fort.

Dick Chen asked Jin Jin Yuankang, "Old Jin, did you persuade them?"

Jin Jin Yuankang sighed. "I persuaded them, but they wouldn't listen. They kept saying..."

"No need to say more." Dick Chen didn't want to hear Jin Jin Yuankang say any process; he only wanted the result.

By one o'clock, a total of thirty people had come to the courtyard.

Dick Chen stood in the courtyard and said to everyone, "My name is Chen Chen Weixin. Most of you know me. I selected you through layers of screening back then, letting you embark on the road of chasing light, letting you embark on this road of rebuilding Puluo Continent. You have gained a new life, and you have also gained faith.

Today, we are about to fight the first battle for our faith. We are going to clean up all the decaying forces that block the progress of Puluo Continent. If anyone among you is afraid, you can say it now. I can let you leave, and I will not pursue your actions in any way.

We are comrades with a common ideal. Among us, there is only fairness and willingness; there will absolutely be no coercion or force!"

Hearing these words, everyone was expressionless, and in their firm eyes, there was not the slightest retreat or hesitation.

For the rickshaw puller, such eyes made him completely unable to understand.

He cast his gaze toward the door, seemingly discovering some clues.

He saw a very spider web looming outside the door. As a cultivator above the clouds, the rickshaw puller looked very strenuously; the others in the courtyard couldn't see this spider web at all.

Once one chooses to leave, one must walk out the front door and will definitely be entangled by this spider web. As for what the consequences will be after being entangled, that depends on how the famous detective Dabo Dabo Ensi handles it.

With the people gathered, Dick Chen set off. The rickshaw puller went to the forest to guard first, and Dabo Dabo Ensi retracted the spider web, waiting for Dick Chen's order.

Dick Chen instructed, "You stay here to protect the safety of the long spear. If I fail to occupy Iron Gate Fort, you take the long spear and leave immediately."

Dabo Dabo Ensi bowed respectfully and watched Dick Chen and his group leave.

Thirty people followed Dick Chen to the front of Iron Gate Fort. The steam gate of Iron Gate Fort was tightly closed, and residential cultivators were strictly defending on the lintel and the two wings of the canyon.

Outside the gate of Iron Gate Fort, there was a boundary line paved with lime. This boundary line was a full one hundred meters away from the iron gate.

For residential cultivators who do things relatively dogmatically, the so-called suitable timing to take action is not very easy to grasp, but if a boundary line is stipulated, it is much more intuitive and simple. Once someone crosses the boundary line, the residential cultivators will immediately counterattack.

Seeing Dick Chen leading the crowd to arrive, Wu Wu Yongchao ordered everyone to prepare for battle. One person pointed at Jin Jin Yuankang and said to Wu Wu Yongchao, "Old Jin is on their side."

Wu Wu Yongchao was stunned. "Isn't Old Jin sick? Isn't he resting at home? When did he go out?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one could say. Dick Chen, standing outside the gate, began to shout, "Brothers and sisters of Iron Gate Fort, I am Chen Chen Weixin. I came here today, not wanting to bring war, nor wanting to bring slaughter. I want to bring light to you.

I want to give Iron Gate Fort a new beginning, a thorough rebuilding and reform. I want to bring a truly happy life to Iron Gate Fort, returning the light that originally belonged to this world to everyone in Iron Gate Fort."

Dick Chen's words were very infectious, but most of the residential cultivators didn't quite understand them.

To be precise, they could understand every word and phrase, but when put together, there was difficulty in understanding.

Dick Chen continued, "My brothers and sisters, from now on, I, Chen Chen Weixin, am your Fort Master. You can tell me about all the suffering you have experienced. I will use my whole life to soothe the trauma in your hearts.

I am willing to become your father, to become the father of the entire Iron Gate Fort, loving everyone in Iron Gate Fort like my own flesh and blood. Please open the gate now, welcome your future, welcome your new life, welcome your new Fort Master!"

After speaking, Dick Chen took a step forward.

He was three steps away from the hundred-meter boundary line. Dick Chen took two steps forward first, and the residential cultivators had no reaction.

On the third step, Dick Chen stepped directly across the boundary line. Before his foot could even land, a feathered arrow flew toward his face.

Dick Chen dodged the feathered arrow and took a step back.

This arrow was shot by Wu Wu Yongchao.

A second feathered arrow was nocked on the string, still aiming at Dick Chen's head.

Dick Chen shouted, "I am Chen Chen Weixin! I am your Fort Master! Why point your weapons at your new Fort Master!"

Wu Wu Yongchao replied, "Iron Gate Fort only has one Fort Master! The Fort Master of Iron Gate Fort is not named Chen Chen Weixin! The people of Iron Gate Fort only listen to the Fort Master!"

This is the rule of Iron Gate Fort, the three iron laws set by Li Li Banfeng.

These words, the residential cultivators all understood.

Dick Chen said, "I am your Fort Master now, because I am here, and your Fort Master is not here!"

Wu Wu Yongchao said, "Regardless of whether the Fort Master is here or not, he is our Fort Master. He is our Fort Master when he is alive, and he is still our Fort Master when he dies and becomes a ghost."

Dick Chen frowned. "What kind of logic is this?"

Wu Wu Yongchao explained the logic to Dick Chen: "When you go to bed, you must recognize your wife; when you get out of bed, you must recognize your shoes; when you leave the fort, you must recognize the way back; when you enter the fort, you must recognize the Fort Master.

We recognize our Fort Master. Anything else you say is useless. If you dare to take another step forward, you will lose your life today!"

Do not underestimate this group of residential cultivators. When they followed Zhou Zhou Anju, they had already demonstrated a certain combat power. Later, Li Li Banfeng invited the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain over, and with the strong cooperation of that group of bandits, the residential cultivators trained a relatively high combat literacy.

Li Li Banfeng, hiding in the dark, was very satisfied with the current performance of the residential cultivators.

Dick Chen measured the distance to the steam gate and signaled his subordinates to charge forward with him.

His subordinates followed behind him, but they were still somewhat hesitant.

Dick Chen rolled his eyes upward, closed his eyelids, and then quickly opened his eyes again.

Thirty subordinates made the same movement: close eyes first, then open them.

After opening their eyes, they had no more hesitation. With their heads held high and neat steps, they walked toward the steam gate.

What's the situation?

Li Li Banfeng didn't quite understand this scene.

Could it be that Dick Chen is a Thought Cultivator who controlled the thoughts of his subordinates?

It seems there is such a possibility.

Of course, the distance to the big iron gate is too far; the Thought Cultivator's technique shouldn't be able to reach the residential cultivators behind the gate.

Wu Wu Yongchao ordered a counterattack. The first and second layers of residential cultivators had no fixed techniques, so the combat methods of low-level residential cultivators were all different. Those who had long-range combat means all took action. Some used bows and arrows like Wu Wu Yongchao, some threw flying darts, some used slingshots, and some threw stones directly.

The combat method looked low-end, but the lethality was not small. When dealing with the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain, Wu Wu Yongchao's arrows never missed, each one piercing the head.

But today his arrows weren't that accurate. To be precise, the enemies dodged very quickly. The arrows could scrape their cheeks and hurt their skin and flesh, but they just couldn't hit the vital points.

The situation of the others was the same. Dick Chen led thirty subordinates and soon walked to the side of the iron gate.

Wu Wu Yongchao ordered the steam valve to be opened, and boiling steam blew out. The enemies in the front row had their skin peeled and flesh rotted by the scalding.

But they didn't seem to know pain.

They rushed to the steam gate one after another, grabbing the smooth and scalding door panels with their hands, trying to pull the steam gate open.

Is this because their cultivation level is too high and they made sufficient defense?

That shouldn't be. They were injured; Li Li Banfeng found that many of them were not lightly injured, but they didn't make the reaction a wounded person should have.

These thirty people were very strange. They were true people, but they didn't look that true.

They must have been hit by Dick Chen's technique, but this seemed to be different from the Thought Cultivator technique.

The next scene was even stranger.

The steam gate was driven by a steam engine, and there wasn't even a handle on the outer surface of the gate. But these thirty people didn't exert much force and actually pulled the gate open.

Creak, creak, creak!

The steam gate cracked open.

The strongest defense of Iron Gate Fort was broken through just like that?

Wu Wu Yongchao was shocked and hurriedly asked the industrial cultivators to increase the firepower of the steam engine.

The industrial cultivators shouted, "The pressure gauge is about to explode, but the gate itself isn't exerting power!"

What does "not exerting power" mean?

Wu Wu Yongchao didn't understand industrial cultivation and couldn't understand the explanation of the industrial cultivators, so he could only command the other residential cultivators to defend the gate with all their might.

In the panic, Dick Chen led the crowd to charge into the fort. Li Li Banfeng, hiding on the hillside, took out a teapot and splashed a pot of tea at the enemies.

The tea water hit the ground, generating a barrier, and there was tea water surging upward on the ground.

The characteristics of the old teapot were extremely effective against low-level cultivators, but wanting to block Dick Chen was truly too difficult.

Li Li Banfeng wanted to buy some time for the residential cultivators so they could make their next move.

The residential cultivators quickly calmed down. Since the gate had been lost, they had to prepare for street fighting. The residential cultivators of the fourth layer and above quickly took out stone carvings, clay sculptures, and paintings, preparing the "Golden House Hides Beauty" technique.

But Li Li Banfeng didn't expect that the old teapot's barrier would be broken so quickly.

Thirty enemies were soaking in the tea water, their ankles below the bones were scalded, but like the method of opening the steam gate, they pressed their hands on the barrier until the barrier slowly disappeared.

How did the barrier disappear? It certainly wasn't pressed to pieces by these thirty-something people.

Li Li Banfeng still couldn't figure out the reason, when he suddenly saw the teapot fly up, the spout aimed at Li Li Banfeng.

"Rebelling, you old thing!" The glove took the lead and collected the teapot into its belly.

The teapot suddenly betrayed him, which Li Li Banfeng never expected no matter what.

Looking down at the fort, Dick Chen was leading his subordinates walking toward the depths of the fort. The female residential cultivator Li Li Zhijuan controlled the puppets she had sewn, fighting with a group of stone statues, clay sculptures, and enemies.

These residential cultivators used the "Golden House Hides Beauty" technique very proficiently, and at first, they had the upper hand in the battle.

However, after a while, the puppets, stone statues, and clay sculptures all stopped moving.

Li Li Zhijuan and a group of residential cultivators also stopped moving.

Wu Wu Yongchao originally wanted to control the beauty in the painting to fight the enemy, but found that the situation in front of him was not quite right.

The puppets that had been touched by the enemy would not move.

The masters of the puppets would not move either.

There was no sign of the enemy using any brilliant combat methods; they just stretched out their hands and touched them.

The battle situation was unfavorable, and the tactics had to be changed as soon as possible. Li Li Banfeng took out a bronze gong and ran along the cliff while beating it.

He moved too fast for others to see his figure, but they could hear the sound of the gong.

Once the sound of the gong was heard, all residential cultivators had to return home to defend. This was the rule Li Li Banfeng had set in the fort back then.

Wu Wu Yongchao didn't know who ordered the gong to be beaten, but the surrounding residential cultivators had already left.

Helplessly, he could only retreat to the house. Walking to the door of the house, an enemy grabbed Wu Wu Yongchao from behind.

This was his own door; Wu Wu Yongchao could have easily broken free, but he stood at the door and didn't move.

Even his residential spirit was anxious, shouting hoarsely, "Child, what are you doing? Hurry back!"

Li Li Banfeng, running on the edge of the cliff, was about to go down to save people, when he suddenly heard the glove shout, "Master, don't go. I've seen the other party's Daoist sect; this person is a Sleep Cultivator!"

Dick Chen is a Sleep Cultivator?

Li Li Banfeng said, "In other words, he used a dream realm to control this group of people?"

"Master, a dream is a dream, and sleep is sleep. A dream goes through the heart, while sleep goes through the body. These are two different things. These people who are asleep, along with himself, are all asleep. After falling asleep, they are under his control.

These sleeping people have no distracting thoughts, react quickly, strike ruthlessly, and don't even know pain. The most difficult thing to deal with is that as long as you touch them, you will also fall asleep."

Li Li Banfeng said, "Li Li Zhijuan didn't touch the enemy either; she just used the 'Golden House Hides Beauty' technique, so why did she fall asleep too?"

"Master, some techniques require the transmission of power. Techniques that can transmit power are also restrained by Sleep Cultivators. Our old teapot just suddenly defected because it transmitted power through the technique and was controlled by the Sleep Cultivator."

"Can Sleep Cultivator techniques also control magic treasures?"

"Not just that! Master, that big gate in the fort is also asleep."

The gate?

The steam gate?

That thing has no spirituality; it's purely mechanical.

Can a Sleep Cultivator make a machine fall asleep?

This Daoist sect is a bit unreasonable.

More and more people in the fort were falling asleep. Dick Chen kept walking toward the depths of the fort. Residential cultivators stood on the side of the road like clay sculptures one after another, watching Dick Chen walk toward the Fort Master's mansion.

Li Li Banfeng roared, "Hu ya ya ya~"

He wanted to use the Lady's Sound Cultivation technique to wake up the residential cultivators who had fallen into deep sleep.

But the residential cultivators didn't wake up.

The glove reminded him, "Master, shouting at them is useless. Even boiling water can't wake them up. You have to find a way to wake up the Sleep Cultivator."

Li Li Banfeng approached Dick Chen and shouted again, "Hu ya ya ya~"

Dick Chen's footsteps stopped, his face somewhat distorted, but he still didn't wake up.

Even the Lady's Sound Cultivation technique couldn't wake him up. How high is this person's level?

Or does the Sound Cultivation technique have no effect on him?

The music box in his pocket was trembling non-stop; she wanted to give it a try.

Almost forgot, the music box's technique should come from a Sleep Cultivator.

Li Li Banfeng wound the music box and approached Dick Chen with it.

Although Dick Chen was in a state of sleep, his basic reactions were even more agile than when he was awake. Li Li Banfeng was extremely cautious, playing music with the music box.

This piece of music was specifically used to wake people up. The music box played half a piece of music, but Dick Chen had no reaction at all.

The music box's level wasn't high enough to wake Dick Chen either.

The Tang Dao said, "Lord, give me cover, and I'll chop this guy with one blade!"

Li Li Banfeng shook his head. "You can't go. If you get controlled by him, I'm afraid the glove won't be able to collect you."

"Seven Guide, perhaps I can fight!" The projector volunteered.

The glove said, "A-Ji, you can't go even more. They are asleep; illusion techniques have no effect on them."

"I won't use illusion techniques; I'll use the technique of withering."

The glove said, "I think your technique of withering is still a technique that transmits power; it will definitely be controlled by the Sleep Cultivator."

Whose technique doesn't transmit power?

The wine gourd said, "Little brother, my technique doesn't transmit power. The wine splashed out is splashed out; it has nothing to do with me anymore."

This point really has nothing to do with it, but what should be done after splashing the wine out?

Set a fire?

Burn the residential cultivators and Iron Gate Fort together?

Li Li Banfeng didn't intend to do that.

The wine gourd didn't forget to offer an idea: "Let Meng De try; she is a Dream Cultivator and has some restraint against Sleep Cultivators."

Dream Cultivators can control dream realms, perhaps they can have a certain influence on Dick Chen.

But how big is the influence?

The glove didn't think highly of this: "Master, this Sleep Cultivator's level is too high. Even the Great Lady's technique can't wake him up; how much use can Meng De have?"

The pendulum said, "Could it be that his level is above the Great Lady's?"

Li Li Banfeng looked at the battle situation.

More and more residential cultivators were falling asleep, but many residential cultivators had also escaped back to their own houses.

The sleepers were spreading like zombies. Whether it was the residential cultivator himself or the puppets in their hands, as long as they touched Dick Chen and his subordinates, they would stand straight in the middle of the road.

Only the first few residential cultivators who were infected had joined the invaders' team, walking all the way to the Fort Master's mansion.

But only these few.

The others just fell asleep and didn't fight along with Dick Chen. What is the reason for this?

The number of people is limited!

Why did Dick Chen only bring thirty subordinates? Was it because it was hard to find manpower?

If he had brought three hundred subordinates over, letting all three hundred subordinates fall asleep, letting them not know pain, not know fear, and charging into Iron Gate Fort together, how could they be blocked?

He can make everything around him fall asleep, even the steam iron gate is among them. With this ability, why not build a mechanical army of thousands?

He doesn't do that, which proves he can't do it.

Thirty people might be his limit. He could handle a few more, but if he continued to add more, the newly converted sleepers wouldn't fight along with Dick Chen but would just fall into deep sleep.

What if he continued to add more?

Then he would have to do an experiment.

Li Li Banfeng returned to the Leaving Suishenju and took out a stack of paper people.

These paper people were printed, with little heart blood spent, poor quality, and low combat power.

Li Li Banfeng didn't intend to let them fight at all, throwing them among the enemies casually, without even the most basic control, letting them fend for themselves.

Once controlled, there would be the power transmission behavior mentioned by the glove. To put it simply, it was still related to these paper people. As long as there was a little connection, they could be pulled into deep sleep together with the paper people.

More than two hundred paper people were thrown out. After touching the enemies, they all fell into deep sleep.

Li Li Banfeng threw out more than a hundred more. About eighty or ninety fell asleep, and ten or so didn't.

Throwing out thirty more, none of the thirty paper people fell asleep.

Dick Chen had reached his limit. He couldn't let more people fall into deep sleep.

Li Li Banfeng had a rough estimate of Dick Chen's cultivation.

"His level is definitely higher than Meng De and the music box, but it's impossible for it to be higher than the Lady's.

The Lady's Sound Cultivation technique couldn't wake him up because it was restricted by me, and the Sleep Cultivator himself also has defenses against sound.

After falling into deep sleep, Dick Chen's thinking ability is obviously limited.

Now that he can't let more people fall into deep sleep, it's time to clean him up."

Li Li Banfeng first let the Tang Dao do an experiment, chopping at the old residential cultivator Jin Jin Yuankang with one blade.

If Jin Jin Yuankang still maintained the ability of a residential cultivator, this blade might not necessarily kill him.

But now he was just one of Dick Chen's many puppets. Like other puppets, he reacted quickly, but not faster than the Tang Dao, and his body was rough, but he couldn't withstand the Tang Dao.

Pfft!

The cold light flashed. The Tang Dao chopped down from the left shoulder and came out from the right waist, directly chopping Jin Jin Yuankang into two pieces.

Before dying, Jin Jin Yuankang was abandoned by Dick Chen. He struggled out of the deep sleep and shouted loudly, "Send me back to the house, there's still a chance, there's still..."

Bang!

Li Li Banfeng stepped on Jin Jin Yuankang's skull and crushed it.

Jin Jin Yuankang died. Dick Chen, who had already reached his limit in techniques, seemed to have some spare energy again.

This was very normal, because the sleepers he controlled were one fewer.

Li Li Banfeng pulled out a paper person and threw it among the enemies. The paper person touched by the enemy quickly fell into deep sleep, and Dick Chen's vacant technique slot was filled again.

Li Li Banfeng activated "Stepping Through Ten Thousand Rivers" repeatedly, and Dick Chen's subordinates were beaten into sieves one after another.

They indeed didn't know pain, but their bones and flesh were scattered, and they would thoroughly lose their combat power.

Li Li Banfeng quickly approached Dick Chen. He originally wanted to use "Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse" to blow him up, but the technique didn't take effect.

Chen Dick was in a state of sleep, and this state was very strange.

He could react to Li Li Banfeng's actions, but he couldn't perceive Li Li Banfeng's existence. The prerequisite for "Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse" was not met.

Combat methods with direct contact were not suitable; the best choice was still "Stepping Through Ten Thousand Rivers."

With this kick, Li Li Banfeng used all his strength.

With a loud boom, a large pit appeared on the ground.

Dick Chen shed a layer of skin. His originally firm gaze was scattered for a moment, and then his vision gathered together again.

"I woke up?" He was very surprised.

"No, you're still asleep." Li Li Banfeng answered very sincerely.

"Are you Li Qi?" Dick Chen couldn't react.

"Yes, I am Li Qi. I shouldn't be at Iron Gate Fort; I should be at Green Water City, so you haven't woken up yet." Li Li Banfeng's figure disappeared.

Asleep or awake?

Dick Chen struggled for a moment, and his chest exploded.

Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse!

He knew Li Qi was a fifth-layer traveling cultivator and would definitely have defenses against the "Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse" technique. If he was in a dream, he wouldn't need to worry, but if he was awake, the problem would be very serious.

Now it seemed he had indeed woken up, but for some reason, he fell into hesitation.

This hesitation was very fatal. Dick Chen covered his shattered chest and ran toward the exit of Iron Gate Fort.

He had woken up, and everyone in the fort who had fallen into deep sleep woke up along with him.

Dick Chen's subordinates had more than ten people left who hadn't died. Wu Wu Yongchao shouted, "Kill!"

A group of residential cultivators and these ten-plus people fell into a melee.

Li Li Banfeng didn't bother with the battle in the fort; these residential cultivators definitely had a way to solve these ten-plus subordinates. He focused on chasing Dick Chen.

Dick Chen was seriously injured, but his composure was not lost. When turning to run away, he made himself fall into deep sleep again.

Dick Chen in deep sleep had an unclear consciousness and found it very difficult to handle complex problems.

But his concentration was extremely high, and he ran extremely fast.

The most critical thing was that his technique of pulling people into deep sleep was activated.

Around him, many people fell into a coma again, which forced Li Li Banfeng to keep a certain distance from him.

Dick Chen rushed out of Iron Gate Fort and ran toward the forest.

Because his consciousness was unclear, he only had one thought left: he must enter the forest; once he entered the forest, he would be safe.

Swish, swish, swish~

Li Li Banfeng threw down a large piece of paper people, surrounding Dick Chen.

Li Li Banfeng's deduction was correct: Dick Chen's Sleep Cultivator technique had strict limits on the number of people. Controlling combat personnel could not exceed thirty-five, and simply pulling people into deep sleep could not exceed three hundred and fifty.

These three hundred and fifty slots were all divided up by the paper people. Li Li Banfeng took a step of "Stepping Through Ten Thousand Rivers" and made Dick Chen wake up again.

Dick Chen, covered in bruises and wounds, looked at Li Li Banfeng and said, "Let me say a word first. I came to Iron Gate Fort just to verify the authenticity of a weapon. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Are you done?" Li Li Banfeng prepared to take action immediately; he suspected there was an ambush in the forest.

Dick Chen said, "Wait a little longer. If you continue to attack, I will activate the technique again. We will consume each other for a long time.

I don't know where you got these strange puppets, but this thing is not inexhaustible. Once there is a slip-up and you get hit by my technique, you should know how serious the consequences are.

Just let me say a few words. After saying them, we will each take a step back and leave separately. Isn't such a result very good?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded. "Speak, I'm listening."

Dick Chen was trying his best to delay time. He knew the rickshaw puller was in the forest, but he had to wait for a suitable moment for the rickshaw puller to take action:

"Li Qi, your original name is Li Li Banfeng, right? You are an Outer Continent person, and you took the Profound Life Red Lotus, right?"

Li Li Banfeng's brow twitched. "How do you know?"

Dick Chen smiled. "To make this matter clear, I need to explain my identity first. Do you know who I am?

I am the Bishop of the Light-Chasing Group, the person who brings light and faith to Puluo Continent."

Light-Chasing Group?

Bishop?

These two terms were very rare in Puluo Continent.

Dick Chen continued, "We believe in light, the light that can truly rebuild Puluo Continent. As an envoy of light, I really want to recruit an outstanding person like you into the group, to become our like-minded, close comrades."

"Those people who attacked Iron Gate Fort are all your comrades, right?" Li Li Banfeng smiled. "Being your comrade doesn't seem to be a good thing."

"They are too stupid and too weak. Only that kind of mission is suitable for them. But you are different from them. Li Qi, you are a true powerhouse; you possess the ability to fight side-by-side with me."

Li Li Banfeng smiled. "You think so highly of me. How about this: you introduce the leader of the Light-Chasing Group and the big and small figures below to me, and I'll see if I'm interested in joining you."

Dick Chen shook his head. "If you want to join us, you must go through a strict process. We are not yet sure if you possess the qualifications to join the Light-Chasing Group. You still need some patience for this matter."

Li Li Banfeng smiled. "At first, you were the one looking for Ma Wu to do business, and then you turned around and said Ma Wu wasn't qualified to cooperate with you.

And now you want me to join the Light-Chasing Group, and then you turn around and tell me I'm not qualified.

You said so much just to delay time, but the way you talk is really annoying."

As the words fell, Li Li Banfeng's figure disappeared.

Bang!

"Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse" took effect, and Dick Chen's legs exploded.

The rickshaw puller hadn't appeared yet, and Dick Chen had to continue delaying.

He rolled his eyes upward, preparing to enter a dream, but Li Li Banfeng let out a long whistle: "Hu ya ya ya~"

If Dick Chen fell asleep, it would be very hard to wake him up. Li Li Banfeng's deduction was correct: Dick Chen had a technique to isolate sound.

But Dick Chen didn't fall asleep. Li Li Banfeng's continuous shouting made it impossible for him to enter deep sleep.

In the blink of an eye, Li Li Banfeng's figure flashed again, and Dick Chen's stomach exploded.

He wasn't sure if he could take another "Looking at Flowers While Riding a Horse," but if he didn't fall into deep sleep, he couldn't fight a high-layer traveling cultivator at all...

Bang!

Dick Chen's neck exploded.

Li Li Banfeng saw him lying on the ground without moving and hurriedly let the Tang Dao step forward, picking him up and sending him into the Leaving Suishenju.

Dick Chen's consciousness was still there; he was still gritting his teeth and persisting.

The rickshaw puller was coming soon. If he could hold on for one more second, the hope of victory would increase by one point!

……

At the market of Iron Gate Fort, a man bought two bags of rice. Carrying one in each hand was a bit strenuous, and carrying them stacked together wasn't very stable.

Passing by the entrance of the market, a rickshaw puller shouted, "Sir, do you want a ride?"

When has there ever been a rickshaw at Iron Gate Fort?

The man had already wandered outside, so he had some knowledge. He looked up and asked, "This big brother, why are you pulling a rickshaw in this place?"

The rickshaw puller smiled. "Going on a long journey, passing by here, looking for some business on the way. Look at how heavy your rice is; hurry up and put it on the rickshaw!"

The man wasn't very daring. "Big brother, I don't have much money."

The rickshaw puller smiled. "Money is easy to talk about; just give me a little."

"You'd better give me a number!"

"Da Huan Kingdom banknotes, three dollars, and I'll send you and the rice home. What do you think?"

The man calculated for a long time and gritted his teeth to agree. He put the two bags of rice on the rickshaw and got on himself.

The rickshaw puller lifted the rickshaw shafts and walked on the small country road with light and joyful steps.

PS: Even if it's only three dollars, the rickshaw puller still feels that pulling a rickshaw is happy.

Li Li Banfeng once set three rules for Iron Gate Fort; see Chapter 234 for details.

A good story should be told in one breath. This chapter is so long today; let's see who still says Salad is short?

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