Chapter 550: Washing the Heart, Purifying the Mind

Li Li Banfeng laid it all out: he suspected Shui Shui Yongquan had been sold by Wang Wang Zimian.

Wang Wang Zimian claimed Shui Shui Yongquan had been sent to Waizhou; given Snowflake Bay's past behavior, the likelihood Shui Shui Yongquan had been sold to Waizhou was extremely high.

At this point, the two sides had already broken ties.

Wang Wang Zimian fell silent for a moment, pulled another cigarette from his pack, lit it, and took two puffs.

He looked up at Li Li Banfeng and said, "I'm older now, my temper's mellowed, my heart's grown wider—I no longer care about petty things. In the past, speaking to me like this, you'd have left on your back."

As his words ended, over thirty people emerged from upstairs and downstairs, surrounding the hall completely.

Ma Wu tucked his hands into his sleeves, ready to draw his weapons.

Feng Daiku's fine hairs trembled as he prepared for battle.

Li Li Banfeng remained seated, smoking, wreathed in smoke.

Wang Wang Zimian's men each revealed their weapons, ready to strike at any moment.

The tension was unbearable; Wang Wang Zimian raised a hand, signaling his men to hold back, and kept his eyes fixed on Li Li Banfeng as he slowly said, "Leave. Never set foot in Wumian Town again in your life."

With that, Wang Wang Zimian moved his cigarette toward the ashtray, preparing to extinguish it.

Li Li Banfeng's right ear twitched; he glanced at the ashtray, and his thread-earring fired a dart that shattered the ashtray.

Shards of glass sprayed past Wang Wang Zimian's cheek, leaving a bloody scratch.

Beneath the broken ashtray was a hole the size of a coin, with a rope threaded through it.

Ma Wu frowned and said, "You're ruthless."

The hole was a trigger for a trap.

Wang Wang Zimian had just told Li Li Banfeng, "Leave."

That phrase sounded like mercy toward Li Qi and the others—if Li Qi believed it and stood to leave, Wang Wang Zimian would trigger the trap with his cigarette, sending Li Li Banfeng into the pit.

How did Li Li Banfeng know there was a trap under the ashtray? The mechanism was so hidden even Feng Daiku couldn't detect it.

In truth, Li Li Banfeng couldn't see it either—he didn't understand craftsmanship—but he sensed danger, and the danger came from the ashtray beside Wang Wang Zimian.

The thread-earring originally had no combat power; Li Li Banfeng killed An Zongding and acquired three magic treasures, one of which was an incense burner that could transform smoke into various weapons.

The magic treasure's spirit had been absorbed by the phonograph, leaving only a hollow shell; at the earring's request, she entered the Bronze Lotus with the shell, refined it, and gained part of the incense burner's ability.

Just now, as Li Li Banfeng smoked and smoke enveloped him, the earring secretly burned incense, blending the two streams of smoke without anyone noticing.

When Li Li Banfeng looked at the ashtray, the earring fired the dart, shattered the ashtray, and prevented Wang Wang Zimian from triggering the trap. Wang Wang Zimian's face bled—this counted as an attack on him. One of Wang Wang Zimian's men rushed behind Li Li Banfeng; Li Li Banfeng flicked his cigarette, and it struck the man's eyeball with perfect accuracy.

Within five meters, he never missed.

The man clutched his eye, screaming in agony.

The others moved to attack, but Feng Daiku let out a soft, reproachful cry: "Why must it come to this?"

Her voice carried blame, sorrow, and a plea—Wang Wang Zimian's men hesitated; they were reluctant to strike.

Ma Wu stood up, scanning the crowd.

Li Li Banfeng remained seated, quietly watching Wang Wang Zimian.

He was mainly watching Wang Wang Zimian's face.

The earring's strike had been sudden, the ashtray's shattering sudden too,

yet the flying glass had actually wounded Wang Wang Zimian's face.

He was a local god, a Yunshang Yunshang Mianxiu, holding legitimate territory—his cultivation base must be high, likely comparable to Yao Lao and

Pan Pan Dehai.

Could his combat skill really be this poor?

Wang Wang Zimian's expression was calm, but inside he was uncertain—Yunshang Mianxiu combat ability was indeed weak.

He knew Feng Daiku's level matched his own, but this was his territory, with his men—under such conditions, a Yunshang Mianxiu's combat strength couldn't be measured by level alone; he was certain he held the upper hand.

But he didn't know Li Qi and Ma Wu's true strength.

According to outside rumors, Ma Wu was a fifth-layer Huanxiu, and Li Qi was a fifth-layer Lvxiu.

Yet based on Li Qi's display just now, he was certainly not fifth-layer.

If the trap had succeeded and temporarily controlled Li Qi, Wang Wang Zimian was confident he could defeat Feng Daiku with his surrounding men.

But the trap had been exposed, Li Qi's move was ruthless, his cultivation unknown, and they were still inside the hall—in such circumstances, for safety's sake, Wang Wang Zimian wouldn't strike lightly.

But Li Li Banfeng had struck first in Wang Wang Zimian's home and wounded his man—if this were let go, Wang Wang Zimian's reputation would be ruined.

Wang Wang Zimian fiddled with the ring on his right thumb—he wore three rings and one ring-glove, all valuable ornaments, especially this ring-glove, known throughout Wumian Town, said to be worth two factories.

The steward, seeing Wang Wang Zimian fiddle with the ring-glove, quietly left the estate to gather more men.

Seeing Wang Wang Zimian remain silent, Feng Daiku offered a way out: "Elder, we came seeking Shui Shui Yongquan's whereabouts. Since he's not here, please guide us—our words may have offended; we beg your forgiveness."

Wang Wang Zimian frowned and said, "Miss Feng, today, out of respect for you, I'll let this go. I don't know why Shui Shui Yongquan went to Waizhou,

but I heard he's in Yuezhou, associating with some of my friends. That's all I'll say—take your leave."

His words carried implication: his "friends" referred to Snowflake Bay's people—Shui Shui Yongquan was still in Yuezhou, giving Li Li Banfeng a lead.

Feng Daiku gave Li Li Banfeng a look: enough said.

Li Qi stood and said, "Fine. I'll go to Yuezhou and pay a visit to your friends."

With that, the three left the estate.

Feng Daiku lowered her voice: "Let's move faster—something might change."

Ma Wu said, "From how he just tried to ambush us, you know this bastard isn't honorable. What levels are his men?"

Feng Daiku replied, "From what I know, all between fifth and sixth layer."

Ma Wu frowned: "We should've fought them back then. Even with their numbers, we weren't at a disadvantage—I saw how weak Wang Wang Zimian was. Old Qi shattered an ashtray and still managed to wound him. Can someone this weak really be a local god?"

Feng Daiku shook her head: "You don't understand. Yunshang Mianxiu themselves are weak, but they excel at boosting others' combat power. A Yunshang Yunshang Mianxiu can elevate a group's strength to eighth or ninth layer with just a few words.

Dozens of eighth- or ninth-layer cultivators surrounding us three—we don't know their sect, their battle techniques, how many traps remain in the house—if we fought now, could we possibly win?"

As she spoke, Feng Daiku quickened her pace; at a crossroad, a hundred or so people blocked their path.

Ma Wu turned back—another hundred or so had appeared behind them.

The two groups flanked Feng Daiku and Ma Wu.

Feng Daiku looked terrified: "What are you doing? You've frightened me to death."

The woman with glasses—the same one who had encouraged "Little Liu" at the factory gate—shouted from the crowd: "Don't listen to this witch's lies. They defiled the Ancestor's presence just now; the Ancestor, out of mercy, spared them.

They show no gratitude, and now slander us behind our backs. Our Wumian Town heroes aren't dead yet—we won't let our honor be trampled. As long as we still have these bones, we won't let them leave alive."

Who was this woman?

Her name was Kong Kong Baofen; she was a seventh-layer Yunshang Mianxiu.

Her combat power was far weaker than Feng Daiku's, but boosting others' strength and stirring their fighting spirit was a Yunshang Mianxiu's specialty—Feng Daiku's techniques softened opponents' hearts; Kong Kong Baofen's made them burn with rage and fierce determination. A seventh-layer Yunshang Mianxiu technique could nullify Yunshang Qingshou techniques.

But that wasn't all—Kong Kong Baofen continued to incite the crowd: "I declare today: if I don't take their heads, I'll leave my life here. When the Ancestor arrives, I'll lead the charge—none of you dare take it from me. As long as I have breath, I won't let them pass."

The crowd roared like thunder. Ma Wu turned to Li Li Banfeng: "Old Qi, we're going to fight today. With a Yunshang Mianxiu here,

we can't underestimate these people. Old Qi? Old Qi?"

Where was Old Qi?

Ma Wu realized Li Li Banfeng was no longer beside them.

Feng Daiku recalled carefully—since leaving the estate, Li Li Banfeng had been silent.

And she herself had unconsciously ignored him.

There was no time to think—over two hundred people were about to charge.

Feng Daiku could handle two hundred easily, but once Wang Wang Zimian arrived, everything changed.

Would Wang Wang Zimian come?

He was coming now.

Feng Daiku had been right—Wang Wang Zimian never intended to let them leave.

He hadn't acted inside the house because he felt his men were insufficient and he was too close to Li Li Banfeng.

Before Li Li Banfeng's group left, Wang Wang Zimian's steward had already ordered Kong Kong Baofen to gather forces to intercept them on the road—and now the ambush had succeeded; Wang Wang Zimian should act.

His men waited at the estate gate; Wang Wang Zimian went alone to the second-floor secret chamber to retrieve magic treasures.

The chamber door had over a dozen locks—only he could enter; even the steward was barred.

He was extremely cautious—though he appeared friendly with others, his vigilance was extreme; he never revealed what magic treasures he carried.

Yunshang Mianxiu were poor fighters—these treasures were for survival.

He first took a suit of armor—though called armor, it was merely a vest, extremely heavy, continuously draining his stamina, a heavy burden even for a Yunshang cultivator.

But once worn, it protected him from head to toe with no gaps. As for its strength, Wang Wang Zimian once survived an assassination attempt by a Yunshang Wu Xiu, enduring over a dozen strikes without injury—all thanks to this armor. The cost was great, but the armor was truly a rare treasure.

Defense alone wasn't enough. Wang Wang Zimian took the armor and then selected a two-meter-long greatsword.

This long-hafted greatsword was also a supreme treasure—once held, it could fight the enemy at will.

"At will" meant: if he wanted to cut off an enemy's head, the sword would move on its own—timing, distance, angle, force—all decided automatically.

Its power was undeniable: Wang Wang Zimian once fought a Lixiu while wearing his armor and still got wounded—because this sword had pierced his armor.

Later, the Lixiu, overwhelmed by the crowd, died on the spot, and the sword became Wang Wang Zimian's.

Using this sword carried risk: after one strike, the user would be dizzy for three days; after ten strikes, the user would collapse instantly.

Wang Wang Zimian rarely used it; he carried it mainly to boost morale—to show others he meant business, that he could stand toe-to-toe with enemies and hold his own in three or five strikes, and to demonstrate his strength.

Yunshang Mianxiu's personal combat power was severely lacking; every step required extreme caution—Wang Wang Zimian handled this perfectly.

Besides the long weapon, he needed a short one—Li Li Banfeng was a Lvxiu; if he closed in, the greatsword would be impractical.

Wang Wang Zimian held the armor and the greatsword, selecting a short weapon—both items were finicky,

once picked up, they couldn't be set down casually, or they might refuse to function on the battlefield.

But these two magic treasures are too heavy to carry around like this—it's truly inconvenient.

"Let me hold them for you," Li Li Banfeng took the armor and great sword.

"Alright," Wang Wang Zimian nodded, then stared blankly at Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng ignored the feelings of the two magic treasures and simply tossed them aside, then kicked Wang Wang Zimian onto the ground.

Wang Wang Zimian reached for the magic treasures on the shelf—no matter what he grabbed, he needed to block first.

Li Li Banfeng swung his sickle and severed Wang Wang Zimian's wrist.

At Wang Wang Zimian's speed, in front of Li Li Banfeng he was like a frozen video frame—cutting him felt like slashing a statue.

Without exaggeration, if Wang Wang Zimian had two hundred or more assistants—even if their cultivation bases were low—two Li Banfengs plus Feng Feng Daidu still couldn't defeat him, even if they used Foolish Cultivation techniques.

Based on Li Li Banfeng's experience in Foolish Cultivation, he couldn't deceive a hundred people in the short term, but Wang Wang Zimian could rally a hundred, filling them with fighting spirit.

That's the specialty of the Encouraging Cultivation path—Wang Wang Zimian had spent his entire life climbing this Dao, leaving Li Li Banfeng no chance to counter.

Now Wang Wang Zimian was alone in the secret chamber, cornered by Li Li Banfeng—did he still have a chance to fight back?

Yes!

At a certain level, Encouraging Cultivation practitioners could not only encourage people, but also encourage magic treasures.

Communicating with magic treasures wasn't exclusive to Li Li Banfeng—Wang Wang Zimian had this ability too.

But the key issue now was: to inspire a magic treasure, you had to speak aloud. With them this close, would Li Li Banfeng give him the chance to speak?

Wang Wang Zimian had two strategies.

The first was to use the secret chamber's traps to create distance from Li Li Banfeng, then encourage the magic treasures and fight him.

The secret chamber had many traps, but the ashtray in the parlor had already been exposed by Li Li Banfeng—could the others fool him? Wang Wang Zimian dared not risk it.

The second strategy: gamble everything.

Even if Encouraging Cultivation lacked combat power, the body was still at Cloud Level—if Li Li Banfeng slashed him twice, he wouldn't die instantly. If he could activate his skill before dying, the entire room's magic treasures would swarm Li Li Banfeng, turning the tide.

But what if he couldn't activate the skill before dying?

Wang Wang Zimian dared not gamble his life.

As his thoughts raced, Li Li Banfeng's sickle slashed again—Wang Wang Zimian prepared to fight to the death, but just as he opened his mouth, his body shot backward several meters.

Wang Wang Zimian was puzzled—he had no flight technique. Had some flying magic treasure helped him?

According to past experience, if he didn't activate a technique, magic treasures wouldn't act on their own—but this was a matter of life and death, so someone must have realized the gravity and acted spontaneously.

He was now five to six meters from Li Li Banfeng—this distance gave him the courage to speak: "All of you, follow me—"

,

He'd barely spoken four words when he yawned.

A judge's pen was hovering before him.

The judge's pen was speaking to him.

"I saved you. Pay me back."

It had indeed been the judge's pen that saved him—it had propelled him five or six meters, letting him dodge Li Li Banfeng's sickle.

He'd originally planned to gamble: before Li Li Banfeng killed him, he might still have time to encourage a magic treasure to fight for him.

Now the judge's pen demanded payment—he no longer needed to gamble. He didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

His eyes glazed over, his fighting spirit gone—he was picked up by Li Li Banfeng and carried into the Personal Dwelling.

Hong Ying complained: "Seventh Brother, you can't eat any more—your old clothes won't fit anymore."

Changji chuckled: "I've starved you so much, if your husband weren't capable, you'd know how awful hunger feels."

Li Li Banfeng instructed Changji: "Wife, I've got some business outside. I'm leaving this man with you—make sure you find out where Shuiyongquan is."

"Husband, rest assured. This small matter is mine."

The family was cheerful, but one person was unhappy.

The Personal Dwelling said: "Seventh, you're so busy feeding your wife, you forgot about old man me?"

"I didn't forget!" Li Qi said, "You eat too!"

"What good is eating this?" The Personal Dwelling was truly annoyed. "You need to bring me back more little trinkets!"

What kind of trinkets?

Li Li Banfeng didn't understand what the old man meant—his wife reminded him: "The old man likes the little trinkets made by people from Neizhou."

He meant the external steam engines manufactured by Neizhou people.

So far, the old man had only acquired two: one was a fan, the other a teapot. Neither Guo Gu Gaoge nor Wang Wang Zimian had any trinkets.

What did the old man want with these things? Just as toys?

If not for play, but for studying craftsmanship, two should be enough.

Neizhou spies weren't easy to find—Li Li Banfeng could only reply vaguely: "Old man, don't rush—I'll keep a sharp eye out."

Saying this, Li Li Banfeng left the Personal Dwelling and picked up Wang Wang Zimian's right hand from the ground.

On his right hand were three rings and a thumb ring. Li Li Banfeng carried the hand out of the secret chamber and into the main hall.

A crowd waited at the door, ready to fight alongside Wang Wang Zimian. Seeing the hand, they all froze in shock.

Li Li Banfeng scanned the crowd and asked: "Who's in charge here?"

No one answered. Li Li Banfeng frowned: "I'll ask again—who's in charge?"

Everyone looked at Wang Wang Zimian's steward.

The steward shook his head frantically: "Why are you looking at me? We all serve the Ancestor—I'm not in charge!"

Li Li Banfeng looked at the steward: "Lead the way."

The steward pursed his lips: "I really am not—"

Li Li Banfeng's eyelid twitched—the steward caved, leading Li Li Banfeng out of the mansion.

As they walked, the steward complained the whole way.

What had happened?

When had there ever been cowards in the Ancestor's mansion? Why were everyone so timid today?

On the street, Feng Feng Daidu and Ma Wu still faced off against a crowd.

The crowd was loud and confident, especially Kong Kong Baofen, who always stood at the front—but never actually attacked.

But if Feng Feng Daidu and Ma Wu tried to break out, the crowd wouldn't let them go.

Worker Xiao Liu had delivered the blueprints and was returning when Kong Kong Baofen shouted: "Xiao Liu, come here—show them the spirit of our youth!"

Before Xiao Liu understood the situation, Kong Kong Baofen dragged him into the crowd, placing him in the front row, less than ten meters from Feng Feng Daidu.

Kong Kong Baofen told Xiao Liu: "Xiao Liu, I never misjudged you—you're hardworking and brave. With young people like you in the factory, I'm proud of you!

I brought you to Wumian Town—I stand by my choice. Even if we die, we won't lose our dignity. These two men have shamed the Ancestor—we can't let them go unpunished!"

Who were these two men—

Under Kong Kong Baofen's encouragement, Xiao Liu's fighting spirit surged—but he still didn't understand the situation.

Someone across the crowd shouted: "The Chief Zhang Zhang Guanshi's here!"

Kong Kong Baofen shouted loudly: "The Ancestor's here! Let's fight them!"

Someone else shouted: "The Ancestor isn't here."

Kong Kong Baofen continued: "Don't rush—we can't let them escape!"

"Your Ancestor did come," Li Li Banfeng walked to Feng Feng Daidu and Ma Wu's side and raised Wang Wang Zimian's right hand. "He didn't come—his hand did."

The noisy crowd fell silent—even Feng Feng Daidu and Ma Wu didn't understand what was happening.

Where had Li Qi just been?

Whose hand was this?

Could it be Wang Wang Zimian's?

They weren't familiar with the hand, but the people of Wumian Town knew it well.

They recognized the rings on the hand—even if they didn't know the rings, they knew the thumb ring.

Everyone knew that ring could buy two factories.

Li Li Banfeng scanned the crowd: "Wang Wang Zimian is injured—he's going elsewhere to recover, and likely won't return to Wumian Town.

Before leaving, he entrusted me with one thing: he said all the Encouraging Cultivators in town are his fellow disciples.

He asked me to take good care of them.

I ask you—who here is an Encouraging Cultivator?"

No one answered. No one knew why this man was seeking Encouraging Cultivators.

Li Li Banfeng smiled at Kong Kong Baofen: "If you're not an Encouraging Cultivator, I won't be able to protect you—if I can't protect you, what happens next is hard to predict."

Fooling a hundred people—Li Li Banfeng couldn't do that yet.

Fooling just one—wasn't too hard.

Kong Kong Baofen was terrified.

"If you're not an Encouraging Cultivator, you won't be protected"—what did that mean?

Does that mean if you're not an Encouraging Cultivator, you'll be killed?

Kong Kong Baofen quickly stepped forward from the crowd: "I'm an Encouraging Cultivator."

With her leading, things became easier.

Over twenty Encouraging Cultivators gradually stepped forward from the crowd—this Dao had more practitioners than expected.

Li Li Banfeng looked at them: "Are there any who haven't shown up? It's fine if they're absent—just tell them: I'm giving you one day to leave Wumian Town and never return.

After one day, if any Encouraging Cultivator still refuses to leave, I'll send them on their way. Do you all understand?"

The Yunshang Mianxiu practitioners stared blankly, at a loss.

Kong Kong Baofen realized something was wrong and shouted loudly: "Why are you driving us away? We are the masters of this town! Without the Ancestor's order, we're going nowhere."

Li Li Banfeng looked at Ma Wu: "Wu, I don't want to deal with this one—take him."

Ma Wu nodded, staring at Kong Kong Baofen for a while.

Feng Daiku thought Ma Wu intended to take Kong Kong Baofen, but she was mistaken—Ma Wu found people like her disgusting.

Kong Kong Baofen shuddered, blood rushing to her head, blood trickling from her corners of eyes and nostrils.

She wanted to encourage the others to charge together, but under the technique's pressure, her words came out haltingly.

"Spare… spare my life!" At the brink of death, Kong Kong Baofen managed only two words.

Ma Wu laughed: "Don't beg for mercy—so many are watching. You're this cowardly? What will others think? Just now you were eager to lead the charge, now you beg for mercy—where will the Yunshang Mianxiu's face be tomorrow?"

"Spare me, spare me—" Kong Kong Baofen wailed incessantly.

Ma Wu deliberately prolonged her suffering: "Show me some spine—everyone's watching you."

"Don't lose your dignity!"

Xiao Liu stood nearby, watching Kong Kong Baofen the whole time.

Kong Kong Baofen had no attention for Xiao Liu—she kept her eyes fixed on Ma Wu, pleading endlessly, until she finally died, fainting from pain.

Li Li Banfeng said to Ma Wu: "Wang Wang Zimian's house is full of good things—he told me himself. All of it's ours. You and Miss Feng go divide it first."

"His assets in Wumian Town are ours too. All we have to do is drive every Yunshang Mianxiu out of Wumian Town. After this, Wumian Town belongs to us—and from now on, the people of Wumian Town must live like human beings."

Ma Wu understood Li Li Banfeng's meaning: Wumian Town's affairs were handed to him and Feng Daiku; Li Li Banfeng would find a chance to return to Leaving Suishenju.

Feng Daiku still didn't understand how Li Li Banfeng had killed Wang Wang Zimian.

Ma Wu chuckled: "Don't think about it. Don't ask. When trouble comes, follow Old Qi—he'll never lead you wrong."

Looking at the room full of magic treasures, Feng Daiku's eyes widened: "Wang Wang Zimian's wealth is truly immense."

Ma Wu nodded: "Let's take the items first. How we split our shares is negotiable—mine is yours, I can hand it all to you. But Old Qi must take the biggest share—he must pick the best."

Inside Leaving Suishenju, Wang Wang Zimian had confessed everything.

He led men to find Guo Gu Gaoge, seized Shui Shui Yongquan from him, and aimed to investigate Li Qi.

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Why does Xuehua Pu insist on investigating me?"

Wang Wang Zimian replied: "It was an order from above."

"Who's above you?"

Wang Wang Zimian shook his head repeatedly.

Changji said: "Master, don't press him—he can't speak. There's a spell on him, similar to the one Anzong Ding used back then."

Li Li Banfeng asked again: "What did you find out?"

Wang Wang Zimian said: "Shui Shui Yongquan was a tough one. I tortured him, but he held out. When he couldn't take it anymore, he washed his heart-chamber with water—nothing I asked came out."

Li Li Banfeng didn't understand: "What does that mean?"

Changji added: "Water cultivators' upper technique: washing the heart, purging thoughts—it erases all memories, turning one into a useless shell."

"Useless shell—"

"He… isn't already a Shangmosha? How… how can he still use an upper technique?" Li Li Banfeng's voice faltered.

"Master, Shui Shui Yongquan is clever—he must have had a way to preserve his techniques. He just never expected to use it on himself."

Shui Shui Yongquan erased his own memories to avoid betraying Li Li Banfeng.

Changji knew Li Li Banfeng was suffering inside. She feared he would fall ill, but didn't know how to comfort him.

Li Li Banfeng fell silent for a long time, then kicked Wang Wang Zimian in the face: "Where is he now?"

"With Chu Chu Zikai. He needs money. Xuehua Pu needs money too. I've paid them too much already—"

"I can't pay them anymore."

"I gave Shui Shui Yongquan to Chu Chu Zikai as payment. Chu Chu Zikai is in Yuezhou, planning to sell him—Shangmosha fetches a high price," Wang Wang Zimian gasped.

Li Li Banfeng pressed harder with his foot: "Where's your contract? Speak!"

Wang Wang Zimian dared not refuse: "My contract is buried beneath my mansion."

Li Li Banfeng told Changji: "Wife, eat slowly—the slower, the better."

Changji replied: "Master, rest assured—we'll all eat together. We won't let him die easily."

Leaving Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng went to dig up Wang Wang Zimian's contract.

Brother Shui, wait for me—I'm coming to save you.

PS: Perhaps using a piece of proper land might restore Shui Shui Yongquan's position.