Chapter 593: Corpses strewn across the field

"Did a senior ask you to come to Qianliang Square to work? Can you reveal the identity of that senior?" He He Jiaqing looked Cui Ti up and down. Aside from Green Lv Lv Shuigong, He He Jiaqing really couldn't think of any other senior who would have dealings with Cui Ti.

Cui Ti shrugged his shoulders: "I would also very much like to know which senior asked you to come to Qianliang Square. How about we make a deal? You tell me his identity first, and then I will consider whether or not to reveal the identity of this senior of mine to you."

"The senior who asked me to come, he doesn't like others knowing his identity. You had best not inquire either; knowing it will do you more harm than good."

Cui Ti shook his head slightly: "I would like to give you the same advice, only I don't know if you'll be able to take it to heart."

To tell the truth, He He Jiaqing found it hard to understand the relationship between himself and Cui Ti. Clearly, the two of them didn't have a deep friendship, yet every time they crossed paths, it concerned life and death.

He He Jiaqing had rescued Cui Ti from Scoundrel Ridge, and Cui Ti had sent He He Jiaqing to the Jiang Xiang Society headquarters. They had even joined forces to deal with Green Lv Lv Shuigong. Based on these various past events, the two of them could certainly be counted as friends.

Yet He He Jiaqing felt some loathing for Cui Ti, and Cui Ti's impression of He He Jiaqing was also very poor.

Amidst the noisy gambling den, the two stared at each other for a long time. He He Jiaqing spoke first: "If we keep this stalemate going, the problem won't be solved."

Cui Ti shrugged: "Then we don't have to be in a stalemate. You do your business, I do mine; let's not interfere with each other."

He He Jiaqing shook his head: "I am very worried that you will interfere with me, so I think it would be better if we were a bit more frank with each other. Let's start with you being frank with me."

As the words fell, a wooden box appeared in He He Jiaqing's hand.

This wooden box belonged to Cui Ti. The two were standing face to face, and suddenly the box was in He He Jiaqing's hand.

"You actually stole my things?" Cui Ti was very surprised. "Even my best friend in Pu Luo Province tries his best to avoid physical contact with me. Even when seeing me off, he uses a feather duster."

"What good things are packed inside here?" He He Jiaqing was in no hurry to open the box.

"It is the token given to me by that senior. You can open it and see."

He He Jiaqing was in no hurry to open the box; he worried there might be a trap inside, or perhaps Cui Ti's source of illness.

He held the box and shook it by his ear: "Let me listen and see what token this senior gave you."

There was a sound inside the box, and the sound was not small.

He He Jiaqing was stunned.

He returned the box to Cui Ti, his attitude showing a clear shift: "Are you trying to use his identity to threaten me?"

Cui Ti shook his head and said: "In Pu Luo Province, many people have borrowed his identity, but as far as I know, the endings for those people were not very good."

He He Jiaqing nodded slightly: "Please convey to this senior that I have left Qianliang Square and have not caused you any interference."

Cui Ti took back the wooden box, his expression cold as he replied: "I express doubt regarding the claim that you have caused no interference."

A manager in the gambling den, named Lu Luo Dagui, came before the two, chewing on a cigarette as he said: "Are you two here to play? If you want to play, please go inside; if not, don't block the way at the door."

Cui Ti smiled: "I am here to play. This brother doesn't want to play anymore; he is leaving right away."

"I'm leaving now," He He Jiaqing first looked at Cui Ti. "I wish you a pleasant time."

He then looked at Lu Luo Dagui: "I wish you prosperous business."

He He Jiaqing disappeared into the night. Cui Ti came to the side of a card table and played two hands of Pai Gow, losing both.

He took out his wallet, his expression somewhat solemn.

Lu Luo Dagui smiled: "What's wrong, brother? Tight on cash? Shall I introduce you to a friend to help you turn things around?"

A loan cultivator approached and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want to borrow?"

Cui Ti calculated carefully: "If it were just me, ten silver dollars should be enough, but if I count all my friends, it will probably take tens of thousands of silver dollars."

"You brought friends too?" The loan cultivator looked around.

"I did. A few are waiting at the door, and the others are strolling elsewhere." Cui Ti whistled, and more than a dozen people, wearing dark red robes and hoods, entered the gambling den.

The loan cultivator was startled and asked Cui Ti: "You aren't believers of the Western religion, are you?"

Lu Luo Dagui was also somewhat nervous: "You can come here to play, but don't go playing any magic tricks on me. We have our rules in this line of work; don't go ruining our Feng Shui."

"Rest assured, we are all here to play." Cui Ti smiled and signaled for his friends to take off their hoods.

The lights in the gambling den were not very bright, and the appearances of these people were not easy to distinguish.

Their skin was too dark, and the features on their faces were not clear.

It seemed they had no facial features.

It wasn't that they had none at all; they smiled, and they had mouths, with scattered teeth inside.

The gambling den went silent instantly. Everyone looked at Lu Luo Dagui in horror: "What kind of monsters are these!"

"Pfft!" Cui Ti was not very happy. "The way you speak is very impolite. My friends are very unhappy."

The loan cultivator shouted: "What religion do you actually believe in? Who gave you the guts to come to Qianliang Square to make trouble?"

"You've brought up the question of faith again. We believe in the two deities of the Dao Sect—one is the Founder, and the other is the Eldest Martial Brother. We can change to another place to chat about this slowly." Cui Ti wiped his face, and a patch of orange-red rashes appeared on his cheeks.

His group of friends all wiped their cheeks, and orange-red rashes emerged on their faces as well.

Lu Luo Dagui had some knowledge; seeing these various rashes, he exclaimed: "You...

You are using the technique of Green Flower."

"Do not mention the Founder's name casually. Besides, this kind of rash is my own original creation." Cui Ti waved his hand, and more than a dozen "friends" rushed into the crowd.

Lu Luo Dagui was just about to call for people when two "friends" flanked him, pinning him in the middle.

One grabbed his hair and choked his neck, while another used his hands to tear open his belly, pulling out his intestines and internal organs.

Before long, Lu Luo Dagui fell to the ground, lifeless.

The people around fell one after another. The loan cultivator was so scared his legs went weak; he crawled on the ground, heading toward the door.

His hands crawled outside the door, his feet still inside, when someone suddenly grabbed his feet from behind.

The loan cultivator turned his head and saw Lu Luo Dagui, who had just had his organs pulled out, crawling to his feet, his left hand grabbing his left ankle and his right hand grabbing his calf.

The loan cultivator kicked desperately, shaking off Lu Luo Dagui behind him, and stumbled out of the gambling den.

On the street, he saw gambling cultivators fleeing in all directions and several people wearing hoods.

He saw someone trying to jump over the square wall, only to be dragged back one by one by the hooded people.

The loan cultivator rushed toward the square gate regardless of anything else. At the entrance, he saw Cui Ti.

The loan cultivator bowed repeatedly: "Friend, the matter at Qianliang Square has nothing to do with me; I just came to do business!"

Cui Ti cleared a path: "I believe you. You may go."

The loan cultivator ran all the way out of the first square gate, and after walking for another ten minutes, he suddenly felt an intense itch on his face.

He scratched it lightly, and the blisters on his face burst one after another, dripping orange-red liquid.

The liquid seemed to have a life of its own, flowing rapidly on the loan cultivator's hand, from his fingertips to his palm, from the base of his palm to his arm, and from his arm flowing to his ribs...

The loan cultivator didn't dare to scratch; he wanted to wipe the liquid off, but the liquid was very viscous and kept hanging on him.

There were constant screams all around. Looking back, he saw many hooded people dragging gambling cultivators out of the houses in the surrounding courtyards.

These hooded people ignored this loan cultivator, and the loan cultivator stopped worrying about the liquid on his body, only rushing toward the main gate.

After running another few dozen meters, he fell to the ground.

Orange-red liquid seeped out of his shoes, and his numb feet had lost all sensation.

He wanted to get up, but his hands had no strength.

He wanted to shout, but clumps of pus surged out of his mouth.

His vision gradually blurred, as if an orange-red curtain were hanging over his eyes.

Li Li Banfeng gave the newspaper to Dou Su Lijun: "The largest gambling den in Pu Luo Province has reopened. Ding Ding Liusan's momentum is very strong. It seems it's time for us to go to Qianliang Square and take a look."

"Brother Qi, I'll go with you." Dou Su Lijun packed up simply and prepared to set off.

Li Li Banfeng stood up and said: "Don't go yet. If you go, you'll just be a burden to me. First, tell me where the contract is buried; I'll find a way to help you bring it back."

Dou Su Lijun did not hide it; her contract was buried in the main hall of the largest gambling den.

Li Li Banfeng set off overnight. When he arrived at Qianliang Square, he found the square gate open, and the gatekeeper was gone.

Ding Ding Liusan's business was indeed bright; he didn't even close the doors at night.

A chill surged through his body; Li Li Banfeng sensed danger.

Something had happened in Qianliang Square.

After entering the square gate, Li Li Banfeng smelled a strange odor, a bloody scent with a greasy quality. Walking along the main road for a while, Li Li Banfeng saw clumps of orange-red, sticky matter on the ground.

Some of the sticky matter was still wriggling.

Is this... a person?

Li Li Banfeng tried his best to avoid the sticky matter as he walked forward. Passing through the first square and arriving at the eighth square, Li Li Banfeng saw several hooded people standing silently by the roadside.

The technique of Hundred Flavors Baiwei Linglong warned Li Li Banfeng; there were some scents that Li Li Banfeng would never forget.

Is this a Dao-Labor Ghost?

Those hooded people maintained the standing posture of normal humans; not a trace of a Dao-Labor Ghost could be seen on them.

A hooded person walked out of a courtyard by the street. His walking posture was so steady, vastly different from the Dao-Labor Ghosts that used all four limbs.

Is this another new technological breakthrough?

Most importantly, how could Dao-Labor Ghosts have come to Qianliang Square? This place was so far from Scoundrel Ridge.

Cui Ti walked out of another courtyard and stood before Li Li Banfeng: "Friend, what a coincidence that you came too. I learned of your previous experiences from the newspaper. You witnessed their gambling agreement here; I thought you would never appear in Qianliang Square again."

Li Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "The one who made the gambling agreement was Dou Su Lijun. I still very much wanted to come to the number one gambling den in Pu Luo Province to take a look around."

Cui Ti nodded: "At first I was also very curious about what the number one gambling den in Pu Luo Province was like. After truly coming here, I was somewhat disappointed, but at least my mission is progressing very smoothly."

Li Li Banfeng looked around: "This is your mission?"

"Yes," Cui Ti nodded. "My mission is not to let this group of gambling cultivators pose a threat to Pu Luo Province, whether they are alive or dead."

"Who gave you this mission?"

Cui Ti pondered for a moment and said: "I shouldn't have revealed his identity to anyone, but I think you should be an exception, because you are a very good friend of his."

He took a wooden box from his bosom and handed it to Li Li Banfeng.

In Pu Luo Province, there were not many people who dared to take things directly from Cui Ti's hands; Li Li Banfeng was one of them.

He opened the box and took out a rattle-drum from inside.

Mi-dang-dang-dang!

Li Li Banfeng shook the rattle-drum and asked Cui Ti: "Was it he who gave you the mission?"

Cui Ti nodded: "You told me to get along well with the Peddler and strive to gain his support.

I think this is a very correct piece of advice, so in Seven Autumn City, I decided to accept the mission given to me by the Peddler."

"The mission he gave you was to kill all the gambling cultivators in Qianliang Square?"

"Not exactly. He first asked me to assess the situation. If Dou Su Lijun could continue to maintain the stability of Qianliang Square, this operation would be canceled directly.

If Qianliang Square fell into Ding Ding Liusan's hands, then I was to observe the trend of changes in Qianliang Square.

If Qianliang Square went out of control, then the threat had to be removed. Whether it was the living gambling cultivators or the dead ones,

none of them could be allowed to threaten the safety of Pu Luo Province.

I think my understanding of the mission is correct. The living gambling cultivators in Qianliang Square are all dead, and the corpses they left behind will not be utilized by others either."

Cui Ti had indeed succeeded. No matter how much a person wanted to become a gambling cultivator, they would not dare to eat that clump of orange-red, sticky matter.

In any case, one had to admit one thing: the Peddler had chosen the right person to carry out the mission. Cui Ti had thoroughly removed the threat Qianliang Square posed to Pu Luo Province.

"Friend, I guess you came here to find something, right?" Cui Ti took out another wooden box and handed it to Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng opened it and saw the contract and the local seal inside.

"Please convey to that beautiful young lady that Qianliang Square has already undergone great changes. Whether she still wants to return here is her own decision. I suggest she change to another place and start over."

Li Li Banfeng took the wooden box and looked at the hooded people around: "Are they all from Sage Peak? Have they already been able to come to such a distant place?"

Cui Ti smiled: "You finally care about our crystallization of wisdom. They are from Sage Peak. It is a pity they have not completely shaken off the abilities of Dao-Dao Guiling.

I just utilized some methods given to me by the Peddler to temporarily bring them out of Dao-Dao Guiling. After the mission ends, the Peddler will immediately send them back to Dao-Dao Guiling."

"They have changed a lot."

"This has to be credited to our improvements to them, allowing them more possibilities for evolution."

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Li Li Banfeng pointed to the sticky matter on the ground: "What kind of source of illness is this? It can actually turn living people into this state?"

Cui Ti said: "This source of illness comes from a technique I created. I named it 'Corpses Strewn Across the Field.'

This technique is not as simple as a unique skill. The Peddler is very generous. After I accepted the mission, he gave me a reward in advance, recognized my Dao Sect, and configured the medicinal powder corresponding to the Disease Cultivator. I created the first technique of the Disease Cultivator, a technique that can be passed down within the Disease Cultivator Dao Sect.

Because this technique is of a higher level, I have designated it as a Cloud-Above Second-Layer technique. The key to the technique is not in the lethality of the source of illness, but in its short-term transmission and diffusion.

Just like this virus, its lethality is very limited; it will not cause serious harm to high-level cultivators,

but it can spread rapidly among low-level cultivators.

If one day you are willing to become a Disease Cultivator, I can teach you this technique."

"Thank you for your kindness. When you went to Seven Autumn City back then, it wasn't to find me, but actually to find Dou Su Lijun to gather information, right?"

Cui Ti smiled: "Don't underestimate our friendship. I really wanted to see you, only later on, I seemed to have developed special feelings for Miss Dou."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the corpses all around again: "Is Ding Ding Liusan still alive?"

Cui Ti nodded: "He is still alive. He escaped. His strength is too powerful; it is very difficult for me to kill him in a short time. However, this is irrelevant. The Peddler clearly told me that Ding Ding Liusan's life or death is not within the scope of my mission."

Li Li Banfeng returned the rattle-drum to Cui Ti, took Dou Su Lijun's contract, and left Qianliang Square.

Cui Ti exhorted: "Please be sure to convey to that beautiful young lady to make sure she lives well."

Li Li Banfeng looked back at Cui Ti. He was whistling, walking slowly along the small path in the square. Under the moonlight, it was as if he were dancing a special dance with a certain rhythm and tune.

Perhaps that was the dance from his hometown.

The red brick walls, the orange-red corpses, and the dark red robes on the hooded people—everything around was so well-suited to his dance steps.

Green Flower would certainly never dream that the first technique of the Disease Cultivator came from Cui Ti.

The New Year is coming again. In the first New Year since Li Li Banfeng came to Pu Luo Province, he learned of Cui Ti's dream.

Two years have passed, and many people and many things are changing, but Cui Ti's dream has never changed,

and he is getting closer and closer to his dream.

Seeing Li Qi return, Dou Su Lijun greeted him with great excitement: "Brother Qi, how is Qianliang Square?"

Li Li Banfeng wanted to use a relatively tactful way to tell Dou Su Lijun the result, but he thought about it for a long time and really couldn't think of a more tactful expression.

"To be precise, there is no longer a Qianliang Square." Li Li Banfeng described the situation simply, and Dou Su Lijun sat blankly on the ground.

She struggled to crawl up, wanting to go back to Qianliang Square to take a look. Li Li Banfeng handed the contract to her.

"You can bury the contract back, or you can change to another place and start over. If you encounter the Westerner Cui Ti on the way back, try your best not to have a conflict with him."

Li Li Banfeng turned and left. Dou Su Lijun asked a question: "Is there no place for gambling cultivators in this world?"

Li Li Banfeng looked back and said: "There are plenty of places to stay, provided you don't tear down your own house."

Returning to Seven Autumn City, Li Li Banfeng went to the laboratory.

The Phonograph was shuttling through the room, with Zhao Zhao Xiaowan's puppet placed to the side.

Leaving Suishenju had checked this puppet and confirmed there were no tricks inside before letting the Phonograph bring her out.

Some equipment was suitable for the Phonograph to operate, while other equipment was more convenient to operate with the puppet. The Lady had been busy in the laboratory for several days and was not tired at all.

"Husband, let the little slave study for two more days. The little slave can research quite a few things this time!" The Lady entered the puppet and became the peerless Zhao Zhao Xiaowan.

Zhong Bai advised: "Madam, go home and rest. You have been working too hard these days."

The Phonograph snatched the board and said: "Is it you who is working hard or me? You cheap hoof, is it that you can't hold on anymore?"

Zhong Bai didn't dare to talk back; she really couldn't hold on anymore.

What was the Phonograph's quality? What was Zhong Bai's foundation? After days and nights of research without sleep or rest, Zhong Bai was already on the verge of collapse.

Mengde could speak better than Zhong Bai. She approached the Phonograph and lowered her voice: "Madam, the Master has also been working hard these two days. Since he is back, it is only right to reward him."

The Phonograph didn't understand: "How to reward him? Make him a good meal?"

Mengde smiled: "Madam, you can't just give him food and drink. The Master is hungry, and it's not just his stomach that is hungry."

This time the Phonograph understood and hit Mengde hard with a board: "You cheap hoof, did you learn to be bad from Xiang Hongying?"

Mengde rubbed for a long time, her face full of grievance: "Husband and wife should be this affectionate; this is human nature."

The Phonograph felt it made sense, but she couldn't bear to stop the experiment halfway.

Mengde really couldn't bear the sleepiness and advised again: "Madam, our Master won't take much time..." The Phonograph had just put down the equipment in her hand when she saw Li Li Banfeng packing his things, preparing to go out.

"Husband, where are you going?" The Phonograph thought Li Li Banfeng was angry.

"The Lady can continue the experiment here; I'm going to replace the batteries." Although he had prepared quite a few battery packs before, the Lady had been doing experiments for several days, and the power had been used up by seventy or eighty percent. Li Li Banfeng had to go to the power station to get new batteries.

The Phonograph quickly apologized: "Husband, it was the little slave who was ignorant. The little slave will go home to serve the husband in a while."

"Who said the Lady is ignorant? Where can I find such a good Lady? The Lady doesn't need to worry about me; I'll be back soon!" Li Li Banfeng happily went to replace the batteries, leaving Mengde and Zhong Bai sighing.

Two days later, the Lady really produced results: "Husband, the little slave is still missing a magnetic instrument here. If I had this piece of equipment, I could make a good thing for the husband."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the photo of the magnetic instrument. The Lady had discovered introductions regarding this magnetic instrument in both Teacher Song's and Yu Yu Yaoming's notes.

But why wasn't this magnetic instrument discovered in Yu Yu Yaoming's laboratory at the time?

Not only was it not in Yu Yu Yaoming's laboratory, it wasn't in the laboratory Du Du Wenming had imitated either.

The Lady said: "Husband, according to the little slave's speculation, this equipment should be a new type; Yu Yu Yaoming and Du Du Wenming didn't have time to purchase it."

Where should Li Li Banfeng go to buy such new equipment?

It certainly couldn't be bought in Pu Luo Province. If he went to the Outer Province, who could he find?

Find Lin Lin Fujiao?

Li Li Banfeng himself felt it was absurd. Where would one go to buy scientific research equipment in the black market?

But if not the black market, where else could he go?

Ban Yue Province, Dark Star Bureau.

Shen Shen Jingye was drinking tea and looking at the day's schedule.

Today's schedule was still very full. Shen Shen Jingye was sighing about how difficult it was to allocate time and whether he should consider not holding the afternoon meeting.

But the end of the year was coming soon, and this meeting had been dragged from the beginning of the year until now. If it wasn't held again, the year-end summary didn't seem easy to write.

But on second thought, even if this meeting wasn't held, the secretary could still write the summary as if it had been held. In fact, the secretary had likely already written the year-end summary. Whether the meeting was held or not didn't have much impact on him.

But if there wasn't enough documentation left behind, and handles were left in subsequent inspection work, the impact on Shen Shen Jingye would still be quite large.

While he was struggling, the phone rang.

"Little Shen, come to my office."

Shen Shen Jingye sniffed, and instantly he wasn't struggling so much.

He canceled the afternoon meeting, arrived at the door of Li Qi's office, used his thumb and index finger to poke at the corners of his mouth, poked out a sincere smile, and then entered Li Qi's office.

"Director Li, you're finally back! During the days you were away, a lot of work didn't proceed smoothly at all."

"Little Shen, sit down first. During this period, what progress has been made in the bureau's key work?"

He had to go to his superiors for a meeting tomorrow, and Shen Shen Jingye had just finished writing the report material, so it came in handy.

During this period, the Dark Star Bureau had made quite a bit of progress. The Birch Hidden Cultivation Society's influence in Da Huan State had basically been uprooted, their key personnel had been captured one after another, and many spies planted in key areas had also been cleared out.

Li Li Banfeng gave high affirmation to Shen Shen Jingye's work: "Little Shen, you performed well. I called you over this time because I want you to help me find some clues.

During my time in Pu Luo Province, I conducted quite a bit of investigation into Du Du Wenming, and I discovered that he had quite a few dealings with some scientific research institutions inside and outside the territory."

Shen Shen Jingye nodded and said: "I have also conducted an investigation into this matter. Yu Yu Yaoming's scientific research equipment was taken by Du Du Wenming, and during his tenure, Du Du Wenming participated in the procurement of scientific research equipment many times. There are indeed suspicious points here."

Shen Shen Jingye made two phone calls, first asking someone to turn off the surveillance in Li Qi's office, and then called for his secretary.

The secretary took two boxes of materials and handed them to Shen Shen Jingye.

Shen Shen Jingye handed the material boxes to Li Li Banfeng: "We have investigated the several scientific research units that had dealings with Du Du Wenming. The relevant materials are all inside."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the materials of these enterprises; there were addresses, contact persons, and contact numbers.

"Little Shen, you did a good job."

With these materials, he knew who to go to to buy the magnetic instrument.

There was another material box, and Li Li Banfeng asked: "What are these for?"

"This is the investigation result on the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society. I asked the secretary to take out some important materials for you to take a look at."

Li Li Banfeng opened the material box. At the very top of the box was a USB drive.

"What is this?"

"This is a recording material. The original material is a record, and this material is a copy. Listen to it first."

Li Li Banfeng plugged it into the computer and listened for a while. A man was speaking a foreign language.

Listening to the pronunciation, it should be the Rafsha language. Listening to the tone, this person seemed very excited.

Li Li Banfeng frowned: "The noise is too loud; many details can't be heard clearly."

Shen Shen Jingye shook his head: "Old record, long passage of time; the sound quality will certainly be damaged."

Li Li Banfeng listened for a while longer and couldn't help but shake his head: "Why didn't you process it when making the copy? In many places, the sound is very blurry."

Shen Shen Jingye snorted: "Even if the sound wasn't blurry, could you understand the Rafsha language?"

Li Li Banfeng closed the audio: "Then why did you let me listen to this?"

"There is a translation in the file box; you can listen while comparing it."

Li Li Banfeng found the translation and read it through:

"Brave warriors, do not lower your heads, do not shed tears, do not cry, do not lose your fighting spirit because of fear. Perhaps we will sacrifice ourselves here today, but the final victory will certainly belong to us.

Do not ask where the elders have gone; they have safely left this place. Do not ask where the deacons have gone; they have also safely left this place. Do not ask why we must stay here, because someone must make sacrifices.

I smell the scent of fireworks, and that shrill singing has sounded again. It is that woman, that woman surnamed Huang, that songstress from hell; she has appeared again.

She is singing an opera, a disgusting Pu Luo Province opera. That kind of thing is not worthy of being called an opera at all. To a person with normal hearing, it is an unbearable torture and devastation. Do not be afraid, warriors; we can overcome fear, we can overcome this demon from hell, we can send her back to hell, we will certainly be able to achieve final victory."

"Is this his last words?"

Shen Shen Jingye nodded: "This person did not see the victory he wanted. In fact, they did not achieve victory either."

"Who is this person?"

"Nie Li Aisha, an early member of the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society, and an eyewitness to the Second Pu Luo War."

Li Li Banfeng frowned: "What is the Second Pu Luo War?"

Shen Shen Jingye was startled and quickly lowered his voice: "This is top-secret information. I thought you knew. You might have other names for it there, but we call that war more than forty years ago the Second Pu Luo War."

PS: Could there still be a First Pu Luo War?