Chapter 751

Li Li Banfeng sat in the front with Zhao Zhao Xiaowan, while the others formed a circle behind them.

Everyone stared at the Did Honglian together, waiting for the result; they all wanted to see what kind of item could be refined from Shan Chengjun's intestines.

The Did Honglian was very nervous: "Don't stare at me like this. These intestines aren't easy to refine; it won't be done in ten or eight days."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan gently stroked the lotus leaves: "Little Sister Did Honglian, don't be so modest. You refined slowly before, and we took it as you not having recovered, so we didn't hold it against you. Now that you've been eating and drinking well with the Master for three whole years, if you're still this slow and unhurried, I'm afraid it won't be justifiable."

The Did Honglian pushed Zhao Zhao Xiaowan away with a lotus leaf: "I'll make it clear to you: if you force me like this and the refined item isn't to your liking, don't blame me!"

The Phonograph insisted on touching the Did Honglian's leaves: "Never mind whether it's to our liking or not, we're all waiting for you to finish the goods. Give us some face and get the work done faster."

After waiting for an hour, the Did Honglian's leaves bloomed, and two lotus seeds jumped out. Li Li Banfeng held them in his palm, waiting quietly until the lotus seeds cracked open; each seed burst out a Profound Essence Pill.

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan picked up the pills and examined their quality: "Little Sister Did Honglian, isn't this a bit too little?"

The Did Honglian closed her lotus leaves: "It was only one set of intestines, how many more do you want?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan did the math: "Back then, you refined one Profound Essence Pill from a single head of the Insect Cultivator leader. Now these are Shan Chengjun's intestines; there should be at least five or six."

The Did Honglian didn't accept this: "Five or six? Do you think they fall from the sky? If you hadn't rushed me, maybe I could have refined three. With you rushing me like this, two is already pretty good."

Xiang Xiang Hongying moved her arms: "Greedy so brazenly, and speaking so righteously—can she still be tolerated?"

The Did Honglian danced her lotus leaves lightly: "And if I can't be tolerated, then what?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Zhao Zhao Xiaowan smiled and said: "We're all family, don't hurt our harmony. The words were spoken in haste; let me mediate for everyone."

"Xue Yingying, Did Honglian was the first to come to our home. It's not very appropriate for you to speak to her like that. I'll punish you by having you pour a cup of tea for Did Honglian."

"Little Sister Did Honglian, I feel you have quite a surplus from Shan Chengjun's intestines. Leave the remaining part for Tang Dao."

"Tang Dao hasn't been able to exert much strength on the battlefield lately. When he encounters strong enemies, he can't cut through them, and he often chips his blade. It's time he was properly repaired."

"Shan Chengjun was a Martial Cultivator, which is compatible with Tang Dao. Please, add some good ingredients for Tang Dao and let him grow his skills."

The Did Honglian was reluctant, but she still agreed: "Fine. There really is a bit of a surplus this time. If I left it all for Tang Dao, he couldn't eat it all anyway. Adding one more person is enough. Who else wants a share?"

Everyone was eager to try. These were Shan Chengjun's intestines; such good things, no one wanted to miss out.

Before anyone could speak, the Did Honglian pointed at one first: "Brother Glove, you brought the intestines back. Your contribution is the greatest, so this benefit definitely won't be missing yours."

Glove stood on the table using his thumb and middle finger, shaking his index finger as he said: "Miss Did Honglian, this credit shouldn't be counted on me. This was exchanged by the Master risking his life."

"As for my share, save it for me. In the future, refine more good pills for the Master, and I'll be satisfied."

The Did Honglian stretched her lotus leaves toward Glove: "You seem to always be avoiding me lately. Have I offended you in some way?"

Glove leaped and jumped onto Li Li Banfeng's lap: "Miss Did Honglian, what are you saying? I'm someone who loves to joke around, and I never take big or small matters to heart. If there was truly any offense, I ask for your indulgence."

The Did Honglian said: "Since there was no offense, why did you speak with sarcasm despite my good intentions?"

Glove held up his index finger, looking very surprised: "Miss, those words are terrifying. I don't know many characters."

"My words don't express my meaning; how would I have the ability to mock you?"

"I accept your good intentions, Miss. Shan Chengjun was a Martial Cultivator, which is incompatible with my Sect. If I became vulgar in temperament because I was greedy for this bit of oil and water, wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?"

"Besides, that set of intestines isn't anything good either. Just feed it to Tang Dao while it's hot and be done with it. Hehehe."

Glove laughed a few times, and the Did Honglian was very angry.

Everyone else thought Glove was good at bickering, but only Li Li Banfeng heard the subtext.

The subtext meant that when Glove was speaking, there was another voice.

Especially when Glove laughed, he could hear two people laughing; the other person's voice came from the Leaving Suishenju.

Glove's wariness toward the Did Honglian was so deep; this point made the Old Man very satisfied.

Tang Dao jumped into the Did Honglian and accepted the refining again. This move was somewhat risky, but Tang Dao dared to gamble this time. He had discussed it with Zhao Zhao Xiaowan beforehand. He had fought alongside Zhao Zhao Xiaowan for many years, and both Zhao Zhao Xiaowan and Xiang Xiang Hongying were familiar with his temperament. If there were truly any changes, these two would definitely be able to detect them.

"Don't rush me this time! It absolutely won't be refined in three or five days." The Did Honglian closed her lotus leaves and went to the thirteenth room alone.

Li Li Banfeng asked about the war from back then: "My lady, which side did Fool's City stand on in the beginning?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "Master, the little slave really doesn't know about this. The little slave was thrown into prison for colluding with Fool's City, but even in prison, I couldn't figure out the origins of Fool's City."

Who knew the inside story here?

Xiang Xiang Hongying looked at Hua Jiuer: "Come here, little sister, big sister will braid your hair."

Hua Jiuer didn't want to come.

Xiang Xiang Hongying said again: "To save your father, Seventh Brother ran off to risk his life against Shan Chengjun. You don't appreciate this friendship at all."

"What should I appreciate?" Hua Jiuer snorted and said, "Whether Sun Sun Tiecheng lives or dies, what does it have to do with me?"

Li Li Banfeng sighed: "Forget it, if you don't want to talk, I won't force you. I'll go ask Brother Sun directly!"

Seeing Li Li Banfeng about to leave, Hua Jiuer stepped forward to stop him: "Don't go. His temperament is fickle. There are some things he doesn't want to mention. Once they are brought up, I'm afraid he'll turn hostile."

"How can someone as honest and thick-headed as Brother Sun be called fickle?"

Hua Jiuer lowered her head and said: "He just is fickle. The Imperial Court gave him an official position; he should have worked for the Imperial Court from the start. Later, he defected to the Peddler, which brought about this catastrophe."

This was what Sun Sun Tiecheng called serving different masters.

At the time, Li Banfeng hadn't understood it too well, but this time Hua Jiuer made it clear: Sun Sun Tiecheng had once been a man of the Imperial Court.

Xiang Xiang Hongying felt something was wrong: "I had never heard that there was a person like Sun Sun Tiecheng in the Imperial Court."

Hua Jiuer snorted: "There's a lot you haven't heard of! Do you really think the Imperial Court relied on the two of you to fight the war? Have you heard of Lai Lai Wuju? How many victories were won by this person—you have no idea at all!"

Xiang Xiang Hongying thought for a moment: "I do know of this person, Lai Lai Wuju. He is the ancestor of the Food Cultivators! But very few people have seen him. The Imperial Court once tried to recruit Lai Lai Wuju, but he didn't agree."

Hua Jiuer said: "When the Imperial Court tried to recruit Fool's City, Fool's City also said they didn't agree, but they never hesitated when it came to fighting."

"Lai Lai Wuju was even less hesitant. I heard that Lai Lai Wuju once gave Shu Wanjuan a psychological trauma. As long as he heard the name Lai Lai Wuju, Shu Wanjuan couldn't even eat his meals."

Li Li Banfeng frowned: "This must be the technique of the Food Cultivator ancestor, right? I think he deliberately didn't let Shu Wanjuan eat."

Xiang Xiang Hongying still shook her head: "If you're talking about fighting alone, Lai Lai Wuju might have some ability. If you're talking about leading troops in war, I really haven't heard of this person."

"Among the Peddler's subordinates, there aren't many who can lead troops in war. Shu Wanjuan can be counted as one of the top figures among them."

"To say he was scared like this, I don't believe it."

"If Lai Lai Wuju had achieved such great military merit, it's impossible that I wouldn't have heard of it. You keep saying this person can fight, but tell me, where is Lai Lai Wuju now?"

"How would I know where he is? Who knows what rules your Imperial Court has? You use eighty percent of your strength to guard against outsiders,"

"and you use one hundred and twenty percent of your strength to guard against your own people. We all know these things, but you don't. It serves you right that you were beaten away by the Peddler. I really can't be bothered to say another word to you!" Hua Jiuer returned to the ninth room and went to sulk.

Xiang Xiang Hongying snorted: "This cheap wench is just blowing hot air; she throws a tantrum when she's exposed!"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan was pondering a matter: "Cong Cong Shixiang is a straw bag. He's no good at fighting alone, and he's no good at leading troops in war. Why does the Imperial Court always entrust him with heavy responsibilities?"

"The Emperor rewards him, that's why!" Xiang Xiang Hongying looked down on Cong Cong Shixiang, "This bird-man knows how to suck up and flatter, and he also knows how to frame others. With these two methods, why worry about not getting wealth?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan shook her head: "But military merit doesn't lie. When Cong Cong Shixiang was the commander-in-chief, he did indeed win many battles. Could it be that there really is an expert helping him?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying disagreed: "Why would an expert help Cong Cong Shixiang? He gave him the reputation, and he gave him the wealth. What did this expert leave for himself? Could it be just for the sake of fun?"

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan wasn't in the mood to bicker with Xiang Xiang Hongying: "I have also heard of Lai Lai Wuju's reputation. He created the first Sect in the world."

Hearing this, Li Li Banfeng remembered one person: Ye Ye Shengge.

"That person who created the second Sect in the world, his strength isn't much either."

Xiang Xiang Hongying didn't think so: "Ye Ye Shengge is alright; he's a good hand at leading troops in war."

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan said: "Lai Lai Wuju's reputation is much greater than Ye Ye Shengge's. Cultivators with some seniority in every Sect have heard of this person. Could it be that he was also turned into a first-class weapon by the Inner Province?"

"If he was turned into a weapon, that would be fine; at least he couldn't come to the Puluo Continent. If he wasn't turned into a first-class weapon, I'm afraid he's even harder to deal with than Shan Chengjun and Shu Wanjuan. Master, you must be extremely vigilant."

Someone who could give Shu Wanjuan psychological trauma should indeed be guarded against. Li Li Banfeng went to find Luo Su Lijun first,

and asked her to inquire if there was any first-class weapon named Lai Lai Wuju.

Luo Su Lijun was terrified: "Your Highness, we are not you; we don't dare to inquire about first-class weapons casually."

Li Li Banfeng wandered around in the Boundless City: "Do you think it's possible that the first-class weapon Lan Qiao Yi hid in the Boundless City is Lai Lai Wuju?"

"I truly don't know about this."

"Why don't we let him out and see?" Li Li Banfeng took out the copper bell.

Luo Su Lijun hurriedly stopped Li Li Banfeng: "Your Highness, this won't do! Keep your hand steady, and whatever you do, don't make any noise."

Li Li Banfeng went to the Jade Emerald Building and asked Jiang Linger about Lai Lai Wuju's whereabouts.

Jiang Linger sewed a long-sleeved theatrical costume for Li Li Banfeng, a silver-bottomed blue-patterned long gown with a gold-inlaid kingfisher-feather helmet; it was both murderous and dignified.

The style was good, but the size wasn't quite satisfactory. Jiang Linger picked up the scissors and altered it again.

The clothes were altered quickly. Jiang Linger bit off the last thread and put the theatrical costume on Li Li Banfeng.

It looked very fitting, and Jiang Linger smiled with satisfaction.

Li Li Banfeng asked: "Haven't you heard of Lai Lai Wuju?"

Jiang Linger nodded vigorously.

Li Li Banfeng looked in the mirror: "These clothes look good. Another day, I'll learn opera from my lady, and when I return, I'll perform with you sisters."

Just because of this one sentence from Li Li Banfeng, Jiang Linger was extremely happy. She tried hard to lift the corners of her mouth, revealing a slight smile.

Leaving the Boundless City, Li Li Banfeng wanted to find the Old Train. He went to Gourd Village to ask, but the Old Train had been chased away by Ayi and no one knew where he had run.

Forget it, put the matter of Lai Lai Wuju aside for now; there were more urgent matters at hand.

The Baiji Commandery was guarded, but there was one place that couldn't be taken lightly. Li Li Banfeng ran to the Age-Wasteland to take a look.

Arriving at Wasteland Town, Li Li Banfeng soon saw an acquaintance. Chen Laoliu, who drove the carriage, was doing business in the town.

Li Li Banfeng stepped forward to greet him: "You've made a fortune, you don't mind the high city entry fee anymore?"

Chen Laoliu laughed and said: "No need to pay the city entry fee anymore; the rules have changed now!"

In the Age-Wasteland, businessmen outside Wasteland Town originally didn't dare to enter the city because the entry fee was too expensive, higher than the daily income of many people.

Now that the entry fee wasn't being collected, Wasteland Town was much livelier than before.

"I heard that collecting the entry fee was to support the Age-Wasteland Iron Cavalry. Now that the money isn't being collected, what do they eat?"

Chen Laoliu flicked his whip and said: "Master Yao said that the major families have so much business, they don't lack food at all."

Li Li Banfeng looked at the street and remembered the scene of the Age-Wasteland Iron Cavalry charging around: "You must be careful. The Age-Wasteland Iron Cavalry might come to patrol in a while; don't let them bump into you."

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Chen Laoliu wasn't worried at all: "They've all gone outside the city to patrol. It's said that Master Yao makes them run a dozen laps a day, riding horses for half and running themselves for half. If they don't run, they get beaten to death."

"Don't they ask about the origins of this Master Yao?"

"Some have asked, but they got beaten for asking. After being beaten twice, no one asks anymore. Master Yao has replaced more than half of the Age-Wasteland Iron Cavalry. It's not easy for those who remain; many people are queuing up just to get beaten."

Chatting all the way, Chen Laoliu parked the carriage at the inn they had visited last time.

Li Li Banfeng had fought a battle here against the Blade Cultivator Ancestor and the Power Cultivator Leader. The inn had been destroyed, and now a two-story Western-style building had been built.

"Master Yao lives in this place. Whether he's at home or not, I don't know. It's also possible he's gone out of the city for training."

Li Li Banfeng gave Chen Laoliu the carriage fare, and Chen Laoliu drove the carriage to the market entrance.

The old man who had watched the horses at the inn back then was waiting for work at the labor market with a shovel. Chen Laoliu stepped forward and gave him two banknotes: "Let's go, I've hired you for today."

The old man returned the banknotes to Chen Laoliu: "You turtle's son, I can still move, I don't need your filial piety."

Chen Laoliu pulled the old man: "Just get up. What's the use of squatting here? You're so old you can barely walk; who would hire you for anything? You're embarrassing yourself every day, just hurry up and come with me."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm hungry, find someone to have a meal with me, is that okay?"

"Can't you eat by yourself?"

"Yeah, I can't eat, I'm just waiting for you to eat with me. I remember you saved a lot of money back then; where did you spend it all?"

The old man smiled: "Those few coins were spent by me long ago. I have one coin, and I spend ninety-five cents; life is just that comfortable!"

Li Li Banfeng waited for a while at the entrance of the Western-style building, and Master Yao came back carrying a wine pot.

Seeing Li Qi, Master Yao was happy. He prepared wine and food, and the two drank and chatted.

Li Li Banfeng asked about the situation of the Age-Wasteland Iron Cavalry. Master Yao sighed: "Just making do. There are some who can go into battle, but there are also many cowards. If you really want to take them to the battlefield, you still have to put in a lot of effort."

"How do they compare to the Shi Shi Tiegu Army you led back then?"

Yao Xin waved his hand and said: "There's no comparison. The Shi Shi Tiegu Army back then was trained by our Master. These people are far behind; they're not even as good as the soldiers under Cong Cong Shixiang."

Li Li Banfeng was stunned: "You've served under Cong Cong Shixiang?"

Yao Xin nodded and said: "I have. That incident happened on the night of my wedding, and since then, I've been staying in the military camp. My friendship with Cong Cong Shixiang wasn't shallow. It was because of this friendship that I was later deceived by him and led troops to Bitter Medicine Pass."

Speaking of this past, Master Yao felt a bit sad. Logically, Li Li Banfeng shouldn't have asked anymore.

But today, this matter had to be asked: "Cong Cong Shixiang achieved so much military merit; was it because he knew how to lead troops?"

Yao Lao laughed: "How would he know how to lead troops? He didn't even dare to get close when fighting. Those military merits were indeed credited to him,"

"but he..."

Speaking of this, Yao Lao hesitated.

Li Li Banfeng didn't beat around the bush anymore: "Master Yao, I just want to know if there is a person named Lai Lai Wuju in the army?"

"..."

Master Yao picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and smacked his lips for a long time: "This matter hasn't been mentioned for many years, and it shouldn't be mentioned."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Two days ago, a battle was fought in Baiji Commandery. The Inner Province pulled up the Bandit-Quelling Battalion. If Zhang Wanlong hadn't made preparations early, Baiji Commandery might have been completely wiped out."

Master Yao knew Zhang Wanlong: "Old Xu's disciple has promise."

"Old Xu also went there in person."

Master Yao was very surprised: "Old Xu still manages outside affairs?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "So this matter is not small. If Lai Lai Wuju is still alive, and next time he leads the troops, no one dares to say they can stop him."

Master Yao put down the wine cup, and the expression on his face was very conflicted: "Back then in the army, whether it was cultivation or military strategy,"

"Lai Lai Wuju gave me a lot of guidance. Logically, I shouldn't talk about these things, but this matter really must be guarded against."

"Back then, the one who helped Cong Cong Shixiang fight was indeed Lai Lai Wuju. He looked like a delicate and handsome young man. Everyone thought he was a young general; no one expected that he was actually the Food Cultivator Ancestor."

"Back then, he was indeed a good hand at fighting, and he had a group of elite soldiers under him. He commanded dozens of battles in the army. Many generals in the army tried to probe his background, but none could find out. In the end, it was the enemy who leaked the news, and only then did we know his true identity."

"At that time, I did miscellaneous work in the army, and Cong Cong Shixiang was too lazy to even look at me. Lai Lai Wuju loved to drink,"

"and gradually became friends with me. He knew a lot about Wine Cultivators, and not just Wine Cultivators; he also knew a lot about other Sects. I learned many of my skills at that time."

"Later, the two armies fought a fierce battle. Shan Chengjun was at the front, fighting to the death against Lai Lai Wuju. His men were all killed, and Shan Chengjun was left alone, but he held on for half an hour."

"The Peddler took the rear route and burned the army's food and grass. This hit the vital point. Shu Wanjuan led troops to charge again, and Lai Lai Wuju and his elite soldiers were scattered. Since then, I have never seen him again."

"Some people say he was killed by the Peddler, and others say that his subordinates were all Food Cultivators, and once the food was cut off, they couldn't fight, so he surrendered."

"Others say he was taken to the capital by Cong Cong Shixiang and handed over to the Saint to take the blame. I really don't know where he went. Perhaps he really is in the Inner Province."

Li Li Banfeng asked: "After this battle was fought, did Zhao Zhao Xiaowan start leading troops again?"

Yao Lao nodded: "Did the Marshal tell you about this?"

"She hadn't heard of Lai Lai Wuju, but she told me about such a fierce battle."

This was the surprise attack carefully planned by the Peddler that the lady had mentioned. He hadn't expected that this surprise attack would face such a powerful enemy.

If Lai Lai Wuju was killed, the Peddler and the Old Train must know the result.

If Lai Lai Wuju is still alive, who should I ask?

Nian Nian Shangyou is someone who understands; why don't I invite him out for a chat?

Li Li Banfeng still didn't understand one thing: "With Lai Lai Wuju's high status and high means, he didn't fight for fame or profit; why did he follow someone like Cong Cong Shixiang?"

Yao Lao sighed: "This, no one in the army could explain it clearly back then. I only heard Lai Lai Wuju say it once."

"He said he wanted to go to Wansheng Continent, and he said it was a good place. But the road to Wansheng Continent was too hard to walk, and Cong Cong Shixiang had the connections, so Lai Lai Wuju was willing to help him fight."

Li Li Banfeng had heard of Wansheng Continent: "Does this place have anything special?"

Yao Lao shook his head: "I've only heard the name. I really don't know how much difference there is between Wansheng Continent and Puluo Continent. I think Lai Lai Wuju might have really gone to Wansheng Continent. If he went there, that would be good; then we wouldn't have to guard against him in the future."

Although he said guard against, in every word, Yao Lao was full of respect for Lai Lai Wuju.

The two chatted for a long time, and Yao Lao asked about Zhao Zhao Xiaowan: "How is our Marshal lately?"

Li Li Banfeng said: "Good, she's gotten a bit fatter lately."

Yao Lao didn't quite understand. Gourd explained from the side: "The lady is very good at home. Our little brother often applies machine oil for the lady. The lady wasn't happy at first, but now she is happy, and the little brother is too fast."

This good servant Gourd, Yao Lao knew that Zhao Zhao Xiaowan had turned into a phonograph, so applying machine oil was definitely appropriate: "Old Qi, you must not treat our Marshal as a servant; you must treat her well."

Gourd continued: "Our little brother treats the lady very well. Now the lady is pregnant, and the little brother is still that fast, and the lady cries secretly sometimes—"

Li Li Banfeng picked up the wine pot and hurriedly poured it for Yao Lao: "Come, let's have a drink, brother!"

After eating and drinking his fill, Yao Lao followed the same rule: he went straight to sleep and didn't see his guests out.

Li Li Banfeng left the Age-Wasteland. He hadn't gone far when he suddenly turned around and saw the Old Train following behind him.

"Brother, I was just about to look for you; I have an urgent matter to ask you!"

The Old Train nodded: "Younger brother, I have already found you, and I also have an urgent matter to ask you."

Such a coincidence?

Li Li Banfeng said: "Then I'll ask first. You know about this person Lai Lai Wuju, right?"

"I know, the Food Cultivator Ancestor."

"Was he killed by the Peddler back then?"

"I don't know. You have to ask the Peddler about this. That battle was fought by the Peddler. After it was over, no one knew where Lai Lai Wuju went, and the Peddler didn't say either."

The Old Train didn't have any more information either.

"Brother, now it's my turn to ask."

"Brother, please speak."

The Old Train lowered his voice and said: "Is the Little Train fun?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "Fun."

"It has many ways to play; do you know them all?"

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "I don't know too many."

The Old Train's expression suddenly became very excited: "Some ways to play, I haven't figured out either. For example, do you think the Little Train can be used as a house?"

Li Li Banfeng answered cautiously: "I think, maybe?"

The Old Train thought for a moment: "An ordinary house, indeed it can. But to be a house for a Residential Cultivator, it definitely won't work."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Why won't it work?"

The Old Train smiled: "You don't understand, do you? Houses that serve as houses for Residential Cultivators all understand Residential Cultivation techniques. The Little Train doesn't understand Residential Cultivation techniques. If the Little Train doesn't teach techniques to the Residential Cultivator, and the Residential Cultivator doesn't know techniques, how can he teach them to the Residential Cultivator?"

"If the Residential Cultivator has no techniques, how can he cultivate?"

Li Li Banfeng was speechless.

PS: The Little Train doesn't understand Residential Cultivation techniques; who did the lady learn her Residential Cultivation techniques from?

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