[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-79":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},2290377,4478,"Chapter 79: I Have a Love","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>Li Banfeng knew his wife’s singing could summon ghosts; Feng the Shopkeeper had told him about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned to bring his wife out to solve this directly, but his wife said the house spirit could not leave the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was secondary; the main point his wife made was that a virtuous woman should not constantly appear in public—buying vegetables was still Li Banfeng’s duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife carved Li Banfeng a record of this song—“I Have a Love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the ghost servants listened, entranced, as if they had forgotten Li Banfeng’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, they hadn’t forgotten; when Li Banfeng cranked the phonograph slightly too fast, the ghost servants immediately grew angry and glared at him several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cranking the phonograph was truly a skilled task; Li Banfeng controlled the handle with one hand while using the other to unlock the Portable Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, all the ghost servants turned their heads toward the door of the Portable Dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a love,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sung to the spring breeze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the spring breeze ask for me:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he cut off all contact?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost servants immediately followed Li Banfeng into the Portable Dwelling, without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the door, they heard an even more beautiful song—more beautiful than the hand-cranked phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yujuan suddenly woke from sleep and shook awake Jiang Xiang, the Second Division Patrol Commander of the Medicine King Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, master, wake up—there’s movement downstairs, I heard the phonograph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi rubbed his eyes, rolled over, and said: “Let it ring—it rings every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, don’t sleep! I truly heard something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just let me rest!” Du Hongxi pushed Zhou Yujuan away. “I’ve lost everything—don’t torment me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yujuan listened carefully; the singing downstairs seemed to have stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she imagined it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yujuan scratched her ear; it felt blocked—as if something Du Hongxi had left behind had clogged it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing no further sound, Zhou Yujuan fell asleep—but Du Hongxi suddenly sat up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, what’s wrong?” Zhou Yujuan asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just going to piss.” Du Hongxi got out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yujuan said: “Master, there’s a chamber pot under the bed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t use that—it’s uncomfortable!” Du Hongxi quietly left the bedroom; Zhou Yujuan tried to follow, but Du Hongxi shot her a glare that sent her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t going to piss—he had lost all sense of his ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing one or two ghost servants, whether from battle or other reasons, was something Du Hongxi had encountered before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But losing all of them at once? This was the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi was tense, even panicked; he told no one—not even Zhou Yujuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without his ghost servants, Du Hongxi had lost nearly all combat power; he trusted no one now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked toward the end of the corridor, where his two subordinates waited—subordinates with cultivation, men with some skill, though they hadn’t fought in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before reaching the corridor’s end, an iron ruler suddenly pressed against Du Hongxi’s bald scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s inside this house?” Li Banfeng asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inside…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak quieter.” Li Banfeng drilled a hole into Du Hongxi’s skull with the iron ruler; Du Hongxi convulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Du Hongxi reached the second layer of Nightmare Cultivation, no threat had ever come this close to his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his cultivation, he could make his ghost servants do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his cultivation, even third-layer wraiths could be turned into ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without ghost servants, what could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could summon new ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi focused his mind, summoning every ounce of strength to call forth wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were there any wraiths nearby?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—plenty!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulu Province had no shortage of wraiths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the singing hall were two malevolent spirits—killers who had drunk blood; though they had no rank, they were vicious enough to be useful immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shoved the iron ruler half an inch deeper into Du Hongxi’s skull: “I asked you—who’s inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi shuddered, shocked by the brute’s cruelty: “They’re my two subordinates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gently twisted the iron ruler: “What kind of subordinates?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve followed me for over a decade—both fearless killers!” He sounded threatening, but was actually buying time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wraiths sensed the summoning and flew toward the singing hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron ruler moved up and down inside Du Hongxi’s skull; Li Banfeng asked: “What sect do these two subordinates belong to? What level of cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Both are Body Cultivators—first-layer cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of Body Cultivators? Birds? Beasts? Or insects?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not birds, not beasts—probably insects.” The two malevolent spirits had reached the vicinity of the singing hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of insects?” Li Banfeng pushed the iron ruler deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One’s a centipede, the other’s a long worm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long worm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t a long worm a snake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are snakes considered insects?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two malevolent spirits arrived outside the villa and slowly slithered through the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment had come!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi prepared to command the malevolent spirits to ambush Li Banfeng—but Li Banfeng drove the iron ruler two inches into Du Hongxi’s skull, paralyzing him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left hand, he turned the key and opened the Portable Dwelling, dragging Du Hongxi inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t close the door immediately—two malevolent spirits still followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two spirits had some combat power, but no true cultivation; their malice couldn’t possibly fool Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought them into the Portable Dwelling to give his wife an extra dish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gurgling~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifteen ghost servants hadn’t finished eating; the phonograph groaned with fullness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, save the dried vegetables for later—eat this fresh soul while it’s hot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his skull damaged, Du Hongxi couldn’t move; in the dark room, he saw the remaining six ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi willed his thoughts to command them to attack Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ghost servants remained motionless—as if petrified by a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to control the ghost servants, Du Hongxi turned to command the malevolent spirits to lunge at Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng, with his Yin-Yang Eyes, saw clearly—he dodged the spirits, and after a puff of steam, they dissolved into dust and were sucked into the phonograph’s horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang~ Oh, husband, these two dried vegetables are spicy~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi struggled helplessly, tears streaming down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What monster is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What place is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, eat this fresh soul while it’s hot—I still need his corpse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~ Huh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi couldn’t speak; only heavy breaths came from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mist enveloped him; searing pain made him vomit white foam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt his body sliced into fine threads, each one sucked into the phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, his body changed little—the shattered thing was his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph devoured Du Hongxi’s soul, then tidied his corpse—wiped away blood, smoothed wounds, leaving him looking perfectly intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi’s corpse was still useful—that was Li Banfeng’s tactic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng carried Du Hongxi’s corpse out of the Portable Dwelling and stood before the doors of his two subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi said they were Body Cultivators—one a centipede, one a long worm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he telling the truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He propped Du Hongxi’s body upright before the door and knocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much knocking, the door finally opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One subordinate was bare-chested, the other wore only a short tunic; both were half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed sluggish—not nimble like centipedes or long worms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two had indeed followed Du Hongxi for a long time, but with ghost servants guarding him, they’d never needed to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Du Hongxi standing at the door, they failed to recognize him as a corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Du Hongxi stood a stranger; the naked subordinate ignored the young man and asked Du Hongxi directly: “Big brother, what’s up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Hongxi did not answer; the young man behind him spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing much, Big Brother just missed you.” Li Banfeng swung his knife and slit the naked man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the jacket gasped in shock, drawing a sharp breath—Li Banfeng seized the moment and shoved a emerald-green poison pill into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was quick-witted; he forced the poison pill out and parried two of Li Banfeng’s strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already too late—the poison had spread to his throat; severe swelling caused him to suffocate instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two subordinates stood at the door, both clutching their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Li Banfeng’s first time using a poison pill; he wasn’t fully confident in its effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing the poisoned man lose his ability to resist within seconds, Li Banfeng gained a high evaluation of the poison pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was its power great, but its effect was excellent—it didn’t even need to be swallowed; just a touch could poison the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the two men weakening, Li Banfeng didn’t dare delay; he quickly opened his personal dwelling and turned to ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot to ask—what Dao sect are you two from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why aren’t you speaking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t want to talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, don’t say anything. But next time, tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t die just yet—hold on a little longer. My family’s still waiting for dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: I have a little tale to sing for you, dear readers—come, let us share our hearts~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1517,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","653e4352d950ce8acfcb68abf4aa57ea3472bcea0df2acc6f81e9fa8ad232547","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-80","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-78",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]