[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-61":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290359,4478,"Chapter 61: The Delicate Flavors of Baixiang, the Golden Eyes That See Yin and Yang","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>Qin Xiaopang burst into flames and rolled frantically on the ground in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet everyone present, except Xiaopang, remained utterly unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan and her fabric shop’s clerks knew Master Yao was a man of real ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng trusted Master Yao completely; the fact that Qin Xiaopang could now roll on the ground proved his legs had fully straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than two minutes later, Xiaopang’s clothes were burned to ash, his hair and all other body hair gone, lying on the ground groaning in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao asked Xiaopang with concern: “Young man, what’s wrong? Are you hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan looked embarrassed; she knew Master Yao had a habit of humor, but this was no time for such a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt no embarrassment—he thought Master Yao’s question made perfect sense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang was annoyed, but after careful sensing, he realized he was indeed a bit hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk went to prepare food; this had nothing to do with Master Yao, who picked up his money bag and staggered out of the courtyard, Li Banfeng following behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan blocked Li Banfeng: “Young Master Qi, no need to see him off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sidestepped Yu Nan: “I’m not one who ignores propriety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not about propriety—it’s that we can’t…” Yu Nan couldn’t stop Li Banfeng; the Wu Xiu’s pace far outstripped that of a typical Lv Xiu at the same level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao walked quickly; soon his figure vanished beyond the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Banfeng was no slower—he broke into a run and disappeared into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan couldn’t catch up; she frowned: “This man has no sense of propriety at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao and Li Banfeng walked, one behind the other, for nearly an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a patch of forest, Master Yao turned and looked at Li Banfeng: “Why are you following me? Trying to rob me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The patient is cured—how could I touch your money? I only wanted to see you off,” Li Banfeng said respectfully, gazing at Master Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See me off?” Master Yao took a sip of wine. “Do you even know where I live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought a moment: “I guess it’s somewhere remote—almost there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farther than you think. Where I live isn’t just remote—it’s so isolated, even if you’ve got good legs, you won’t find your way out.” Master Yao was making it clear: stop following, or he might kill Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng kept smiling: “Master, you’re a man of real ability. I’d like to be your friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao chuckled: “Hehehe, I’ve made plenty of friends in my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One friend I made at eight—he stole my sugar figurine and ate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another I made at eighteen—he stole my wife and slept with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another I made at eighty—he took everything he could from me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m a man with poor eyesight—I can’t make friends, and I don’t want to anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said: “Then let’s not talk friendship—let’s talk business. I want to do business with Master Yao. What price should I offer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao took another sip of wine: “Who are you talking to? Do you know who I am? Who gave you the nerve to do business with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng wasn’t afraid; his expression turned serious: “You’re a good man, an upright man, a man of ability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao laughed: “How do you know I’m a good man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because you saved Qin Xiaopang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t save him for free—I was paid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said earnestly: “That’s why I’m here to do business—with real gold and silver, not empty words to trouble you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew through; both men fell silent for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hohohoho!” the old man suddenly laughed. “You’re actually quite my type. Speak up—what business do you want? Healing or medicine? Don’t bother me with anything else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked: “I haven’t decided yet. When I do, where can I find you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao glanced back at Yu Nan’s house: “Don’t they know? When you get to Baixiang Village, have them send for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “Master, if I come to Baixiang Village, I’ll come to you in person. But if I’m not there, how do I find you to discuss business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao opened his wine gourd and took another big sip: “If you’re not in Baixiang Village, it depends on distance. If you’re beyond Yao Wang Gou, I can’t help. If you’re inside Yao Wang Gou, I still can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much help I give depends on your sincerity. Before we talk business, you must pay a deposit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng agreed on the spot: “Master speaks wisely. But tell me—should I deliver the deposit, or burn it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cold wind swept through the forest, leaves rustling loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao paused, then chuckled: “Young, but sharp-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If time permits, bring the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it’s urgent, burn it—but don’t burn yang money. Burn yin money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where do I buy yin money?” Li Banfeng knew it wasn’t ordinary yin money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one here—fifty thousand. Will you buy it?” The old man fumbled for a long while in his tattered clothes and pulled out a crumpled yellow sheet of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had prepared in advance—he took fifty thousand in cash from his waist pouch and handed it to Master Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao liked Li Banfeng’s straightforwardness and gave a slight nod: “Let me be clear—once this spirit note is burned, whether the deal succeeds or not, no refunds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t come to me for business beneath my station. As for what my station is—figure it out yourself. If you’re clever, you’ll understand after the deal is done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao turned and vanished into the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng tucked the spirit note away and returned to Yu Nan’s residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng return safely, Yu Nan drew a puff from her pipe, her expression slightly displeased: “Young Master Qi, next time, no matter what you do, give us a heads-up. You came back alive this time—but next time, who knows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan was complaining about what had just happened; Li Banfeng seemed not to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk translated for him: “Master Li, Master Yao isn’t ordinary—he’s a transcendent hermit of Baixiang Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since you don’t know him well, keep your distance. If you anger this elder, the consequences could be anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked the clerk: “How do you normally contact this elder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk lowered his head and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan told Li Banfeng: “Since he’s a transcendent hermit, he naturally doesn’t want to be disturbed. Without Master Yao’s permission, we dare not reveal the secrets of this place to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought about how long it took the clerk to summon Master Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour, round trip—the clerk clearly hadn’t gone to Master Yao’s home; Master Yao’s home was far too distant—even Li Banfeng couldn’t reach it in an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the smoky aura clinging to Master Yao, Li Banfeng had his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at the clerk: “You lit incense and candles to summon Master Yao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ba Wei Ling Long’s tip concealed the truth—ordinary scents couldn’t fool Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk stared at Li Banfeng in shock, then glanced at Yu Nan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan’s index and middle fingers rubbed up and down her pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had seen this gesture before—when she was deciding whether to kill Rong Jin’an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her nervous habit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan carried the demeanor of a seasoned veteran, but now she didn’t seem as ruthless as she appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Master Yao, perhaps Yu Nan herself didn’t know his origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her description was accurate: a transcendent hermit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yao had been dead for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jin Jing Qiu Hao discerned yin and yang—Li Banfeng had first thought moss grew on Master Yao’s robe, but closer inspection revealed he was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t moss—it was clusters of greenish-blue flames, identical to the ghost fires of graveyards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Dear readers, please leave more comments and vote more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1332,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","63d129a8ead3756c177aa6f323773c02c5a2fc09c2ef62ff3bc87f13acd2ec4e","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-62","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-60",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]