[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-805":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},2291103,4478,"Chapter 805: She Dared Not Look","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-805",805,"\u003Cp>Lu Chunying stood by the window and saw a beautiful woman singing in the courtyard; everyone in the house heard the song and knew this woman was no friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The branch guards quickly rushed to the courtyard and demanded to know who she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman scanned the crowd, her singing unchanged, only slightly louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first few branch guards who charged forward felt a sharp ringing in their ears and collapsed, clutching their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining branch guards wanted to charge forward, but either lacked courage or strength, and all froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying pulled a rope inside the house, and a bell rang from the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a signal for everyone to evacuate immediately; Lu Chunying knew clearly that this woman was beyond the capability of these people to confront—keeping the branch guards to fight would be sending them to their deaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the bell, the branch guards fled for their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying grabbed Xiao Yeci and ran wildly toward the back gate of the estate; just as they exited, Lu Chunying sensed something was wrong—she smelled a strong floral scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the depths of winter, there were no winter jasmine or narcissus nearby—where did this intense fragrance come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying sensed danger in the scent; she did not run into the street but dragged Xiao Yeci into a silk shop beside the estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This silk shop was Lu Chunying’s own business; it rarely made money, and she never expected it to—this shop had another purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silk shop concealed many traps, designed at great cost by high-level Gongxiu, and even if the opponent were a Cloud-tier expert, encountering such formidable traps, they might not escape unscathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the singing grow closer, Lu Chunying activated all the traps and, with Xiao Yeci, escaped through a secret passage into Yangjiao Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought they had escaped far enough, but after hiding in the garden for a while, Lu Chunying faintly heard the woman’s singing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did she find this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yeci gasped: “Yinyin, isn’t this woman someone we know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying had no time to think; she pulled Xiao Yeci and kept running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They left Yangjiao Garden and reached the street, and Lu Chunying smelled the floral scent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where exactly was this fragrance coming from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying stood by the roadside and looked left and right; all the shops were closed, except for one man pushing a cart selling porridge, who seemed ready to pack up. Xiao Yeci whispered: “Yinyin, there’s no porridge vendor near Yangjiao Garden—this place is wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She often stayed up late reading; when hungry at night, she was too shy to wake the cook and would buy food outside. Near Yangjiao Garden, there were baozi vendors, pancake vendors, and mutton broth vendors—but Xiao Yeci had never seen a porridge vendor here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Illusion technique!” Lu Chunying gritted her teeth, realizing she had fallen victim to a Huanxiu’s art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, never run blindly—taking one wrong step in an illusion could mean irreversible ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yeci murmured: “Evil heretical arts, retreat at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to use Tongwen Gonggui; in Wenshu’s understanding, Huanxiu, Nianxiu, and Meixiu techniques all belonged to heretical arts, and Tongwen Gonggui could effectively suppress these methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was Xiao Yeci’s cultivation base was insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since entering the Lu family, medicine was plentiful, money was plentiful, tonics were plentiful—but Xiao Yeci had only barely reached Wenxiu Level Five; her Tongwen Gonggui could not break the opponent’s illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing returned, yet the street remained unchanged; Lu Chunying pulled a glass bottle from her pocket and smashed it on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the bottle were two grasshoppers—gifts from Lu Yuanxin to Lu Chunying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grasshoppers weren’t strong fighters, but they were highly spiritual; they were immune to illusions and specifically leapt toward areas thick with vegetation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying followed the two grasshoppers back into Yangjiao Garden, braving the singing, and charged into a forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forest had once been a forbidden zone of Yangjiao Garden, surrounded by a boundary under Guanfangting’s control—once entered, if the boundary was activated, no one could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying knew Guanfangting had lost all power in Puluozhou; the boundary no longer belonged to them, so she entered the forest without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the opponent knew Green Water City and had visited Yangjiao Garden, they would not dare follow into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trees in this forest had gone unpruned for years; branches twisted and tangled, leaving no clear path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying hacked through broken trails to cross the forest, then stepped back onto the street and saw Xiao Yeci nodding incessantly, as if speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was she saying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying could not hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt she could hear nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yeci could not hear either; she kept telling Lu Chunying: “Yinyin, this path is right—hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying saw blood dripping from Xiao Yeci’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled Xiao Yeci and kept running; she felt danger still drawing near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to flee to Xiaoyao Wu , but guessed Ma Wu was still clearing his new land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She considered going to Chu Huaiyuan’s residence to find Li Qi, but Li Qi had probably left, and Chu Huaiyuan’s current condition meant she couldn’t drag her into this mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying couldn’t decide where to run; a flood of locations flashed through her mind, and she finally settled on one: the Golden Seal Hall of San Yingmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the hall’s entrance, the guards blocked their way; Lu Chunying forced her way in, causing chaos. Xiao Pan emerged, still half-dressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Lu, what’s happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying couldn’t hear; she pointed to her ears, then behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lu Chunying’s ears bleeding, Qin Xiao Pan immediately understood: “Miss Lu, go hide in the back courtyard. Brothers, grab your weapons—dogs have come to bite!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Xiao Pan’s wife, Feng Yuqiu, arrived at the gate and settled the mother and daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in San Yingmen’s main hall armed themselves, ready for battle, but they didn’t know their opponent this time was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The moonlight is hazy, the earth wrapped in night mist—my dream’s beloved, where are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman, accompanied by music, continued singing “Dream Lover,” slowly approaching the Golden Seal Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu warned Qin Xiao Pan: “Don’t listen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying not to listen was easy, but it wasn’t that simple—even if you covered your ears, the song still echoed in your mind; hearing even a faint note made your eardrums feel torn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent relied not just on volume—this song’s unique melody, combined with her special singing technique, was the true source of harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying’s ears had been deafened by this woman’s singing—if she kept singing, everyone in the hall would become deaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Tianjiu took a deep breath and roared toward the source of the song; the breath was long, the roar thunderous, shaking organs and bones, lasting a full minute before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That minute was grueling—Xiao Pan’s voice went hoarse, his body drenched in sweat, his clothes sagging, and he lost over ten catties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ten catties of fat wasn’t wasted—the singing woman was shaken, her melody and rhythm shattered, and the song stopped instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Pan not only withstood the woman’s song but also pinpointed her location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the roof of the two-meat shop across the street! Brothers, go take her down!” Qin Xiao Pan ordered, charging forward with a group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu rushed ahead, leaping onto the roof and seizing the singing woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roof of the two-meat shop suddenly turned into a cauldron of boiling oil; Feng Yuqiu and the woman sank into it, oil bubbling beneath their feet, hot waves lapping against their skin—distant observers thought both women would be fried crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing woman looked calmly at Feng Yuqiu: “You want to die with me here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu’s face was expressionless, as if she saw no oil, felt no pain; she suddenly tightened her grip and snapped the woman’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman laughed: “Years of battle—this injury means nothing. Miss, if you don’t leave now, you’ll be fully cooked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu fought the woman in the oil cauldron; she couldn’t kill her, but she denied her any chance to sing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Pan charged in, plunged headfirst into the oil, and gulped down the entire pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing, Xiao Pan spat: “Pah! Only one bucket of oil—putting on a show!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called giant oil cauldron was an illusion; on the roof was an iron barrel with a hole, beneath it a fire burning—heat and the stench of oil came from this barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Xiao Pan had drained the entire bucket, the illusion vanished; Xiao Pan and his men surrounded the singing woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singing woman remained calm, smiling, and switched tunes: “Spring arrives, willow branches long, a maiden stitches mandarin ducks beneath her window.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began singing “The Four Seasons Song.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The melody warmed hearts, softened limbs, blurred minds—and the woman seized the moment to break through the encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Feng Yuqiu remained largely unaffected; she tried to pursue, but the woman vanished instantly, leaving no trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Tianjiu stretched his limbs: “A high-level Huanxiu lurks nearby, stirring up trouble—who are these two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Zhang Yue Shucai hurriedly called out: “I’ll send men to investigate immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Zhang Yun Yongcheng added: “Great Golden Seal, you should ask Miss Lu—this is her family’s matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Tianjiu returned to the hall to check on Lu Chunying; asking questions now was difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying and Xiao Yeci could not hear; their ears bled continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu examined the wounds and told Qin Tianjiu: “It’s Shengxiu technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Tianjiu ordered: “Send for a physician at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu shook her head: “Physicians can treat external wounds, but even if healed, they won’t hear. To restore hearing, you need a Shengxiu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Xiao Pan didn’t understand Shengxiu well; he turned to the men of the gate: “Who in any hall has a Shengxiu? Summon them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Yuqiu stopped him: “Don’t summon just anyone—their level must be higher than the one just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That singing woman?” Xiao Pan grimaced; the woman’s cultivation was at least Cloud-tier—where could you find a Cloud-tier Shengxiu so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the debate, Lu Chunying, though deaf, guessed nearly everything: “Jiuge, can my ears not be healed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Pan waved his hand: “No such thing—rest here for now, I’ll think of something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying looked bewildered; Feng Yuqiu wrote on her palm: “Don’t fear—sleep first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Lu Chunying and Xiao Yeci slept in San Yingmen’s main hall; Xiao Yeci clung tightly to Lu Chunying, babbling nonstop, whether or not she could hear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nannan, don’t be afraid—we’ll get better, Mama will surely find someone to heal you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying gritted her teeth: “I will avenge this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Lu Yuanxin and Tan Fu came to San Yingmen with men; Duan Shaoxia and Zhang Xiuling arrived as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning Lu Chunying and Xiao Yeci were wounded by Shengxiu technique, all sought high-level Shengxiu to help break the art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shengxiu was a rare path, and the technique used was advanced—finding someone to undo it was not easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu and He Yuxiu also intervened; even Feng Daiku joined in; over a dozen Shengxiu were summoned, yet all shook their heads at the mother and daughter’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Shengxiu couldn’t undo the technique; a few could discern the method—but it required sound, and depended on Xiao Yeci and Lu Chunying’s cooperation to activate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ye Ci and Lu Chunying can’t hear anything at all—how are they supposed to coordinate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a loss, He Yuxiu shook her head and sighed: “We need to find Old Seven—he knows more high-level cultivators than anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty contacted Li Qi and explained the situation. Li Banfeng was intrigued: which sound-cultivation master had targeted Lu Chunying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lu family is a common aristocratic clan; though their strength has declined drastically, there must still be many who cling to their former business interests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng described the women’s condition to Zhao Xiao Wan. Zhao Xiao Wan understood at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This technique is called Thousand Mechanisms’ Marvelous Melody. If the cultivator’s base is higher than mine, I fear I can’t help. But if it’s lower, a single melody of mine can cure them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng flattered: “My wife is a master of sound cultivation—who could possibly surpass you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiao Wan waved her hands: “Husband, don’t say such things. I’m not worthy of the title ‘Master.’ True Masters of every sect have pioneered new paths in cultivation—I haven’t reached that level yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng kissed Zhao Xiao Wan’s cheek: “Why be so modest, my wife?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiao Wan brought out the Blood-Infused Pendulum and told it to give her a makeup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked: “You don’t want them to see your true face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiao Wan nodded: “Meng Yu Chun is a local deity from a remote region—meeting him is no problem. But Lu Chunying is the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family, and this incident has stirred up the whole city. If she sees me, it won’t do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pendulum replied, slightly offended: “Madam, you possess beauty that can topple cities and nations—how could I make you look ugly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiao Wan pinched the Pendulum: “Little brat, you’re smooth-talking. Do you think I’m fooled by your flattery?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pendulum looked wounded: “I’m speaking the truth—Madam truly cannot be made ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then make me look old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pendulum gave Zhao Xiao Wan snow-white hair and a face full of wrinkles, making her resemble a septuagenarian. She bent her back and hunched over, following Li Banfeng to the Golden Seal Hall of San Ying Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old woman clearly looked like an otherworldly expert. After meeting her, everyone felt more at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiao Wan examined Lu Chunying and Xiao Ye Ci’s injuries, then nodded to Li Banfeng—she could break this technique, and it wouldn’t take much effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ordered everyone to leave the room, leaving only the two women inside. First, she cleared the pus and blood from their ears, then pressed her palms against their foreheads and began transmitting sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Lu Chunying and Xiao Ye Ci couldn’t hear, a breathtaking melody appeared in their minds: “Every sweet dream, in which I see you, you softly call my name, urging us to cling close together—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song was called “Sweet Dream.” After hearing it, Lu Chunying and Xiao Ye Ci both fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours later, Xiao Ye Ci woke first. Seeing the old woman gone, she hurriedly called out to Lu Chunying: “Nannan, don’t sleep anymore! The master has left—we still need treatment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying opened her eyes. She faintly heard Xiao Ye Ci’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Lu Chunying called out. Xiao Ye Ci turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unclear, Xiao Ye Ci was certain Lu Chunying had called her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nannan! You’re cured!” Xiao Ye Ci’s eyes welled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng suddenly appeared beside them: “Not fully cured yet—you still need medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ye Ci jumped in fright: “Master, when did you get here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng handed Xiao Ye Ci a vial of powdered medicine and another of medicinal oil: “Take the powder internally, apply the oil externally. Continue for a month, and you’ll mostly recover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother and daughter were deeply grateful. Lu Chunying said: “Seventh Brother, I can hear now—I’ll go home immediately and gather our people. Even if I turn over every inch of Pu Luo Province, I’ll find the woman who did this to me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gave a thumbs-up: “Good. You’ve got spirit. But you can’t go home yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying asked: “Why not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because you can’t beat her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll call everyone in the family!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “From what I know, the woman who sings has a cultivation base above Cloud’s Summit. Even your entire family together couldn’t defeat her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying was devastated. She knew clearly: among all the aristocratic families in Pu Luo Province, the Lu family was now the weakest—so weak it could no longer sustain its status as a powerful clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plainly put, this incident was an attempt to kill the Lu family head—and he had no chance to resist. Only San Ying Gate barely saved his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng continued: “There’s also a master of illusion among them. He hasn’t even used his full strength. When both of them go all out, even San Ying Gate won’t be able to protect you two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Ye Ci shivered. She finally realized one thing: the Lu family might be finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arriving at the Lu residence, Xiao Ye Ci learned much about the rise and fall of Pu Luo’s aristocratic clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Pu Luo Province, aristocratic families rise quickly and vanish even faster—but she never imagined the Lu family would face annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Chunying lowered her head: “Is the Lu family really over? Are we just going to let this revenge go unavenged?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “The revenge must be carried out—but first, we must find out who the enemy is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most confusing part for Lu Chunying: she couldn’t recall ever offending any sound-cultivation master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never seen that woman,” Lu Chunying kept shaking her head. “Seventh Brother, I truly don’t know who she is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan sang “The Full Moon and Blooming Flowers,” brushing her hair in front of the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection was flawless—even she was mesmerized by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her room stood a four-poster bed of yellow rosewood with carved lotus branch patterns. Above the canopy hung a cloisonné double-happiness clasp, from which hung emerald-green silk tassels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the bed stood a brass-hinged flip-top writing desk. The drawers were open, revealing an enamel-faced pocket watch, a gold-tipped fountain pen, theater tickets for Da Guangming, and an invitation to the Bailu Men New Year’s Song Gala.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room’s furnishings were identical to Lu Xiaolan’s childhood bedroom before she left for university in Yue Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man entered, glanced at the desk’s drawers, and frowned at the disorder: “The fountain pen should be on the desk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he spoke, the pen vanished from the drawer and reappeared beside the inkwell on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was in fact an abandoned Western-style house—everything in the room was an illusion created by the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan frowned: “I like keeping the pen in the drawer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man raised an eyebrow: “I think some things belong on the desk. Some matters should be laid out plainly. We’re here to carry out an important mission—don’t mix personal grudges into it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan turned to face him: “Attacking the Lu family was our joint plan. You didn’t object at the time—now you talk about personal grudges?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head: “I reiterate: attacking the Lu family was meant to draw out Li Qi. But I can see you want to kill the Lu family head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan put down her eyebrow pencil: “I didn’t kill her. She’s still alive. I only made her deaf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man said: “Her hearing has been restored.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan looked at him with disdain: “I heard about it. The one who cured her was an old woman—not your steam-powered phonograph, and certainly not Zhao Xiao Wan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pulled up a chair and sat beside Lu Xiaolan: “Master Yu has already uncovered the truth. That phonograph is Zhao Xiao Wan. After years of wandering, she ended up in Yao Wang Gou, where Li Qi bought her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, Li Qi has stirred up trouble in Pu Luo Province—all thanks to Zhao Xiao Wan working behind the scenes. Control Zhao Xiao Wan, and Li Qi is powerless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we kill Li Qi, Master Yu will grant us a marquis title. Think of the rank and land of a marquis—compared to the Lu family’s meager holdings, which is heavier, which is lighter? You understand, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan toyed with a lipstick on her vanity: “Is Li Qi really that important? Isn’t the Peddler the one the Great Shang most wants dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head: “Killing the Peddler is too hard. But killing Li Qi is far easier. Bring back his head, and Master Yu can reclaim Xiao Du.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Du hides a large number of escaped slaves. Return them to their masters, and Master Yu can win back the people’s loyalty. The new monarch and new cabinet can then restore order. Do you understand now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan rolled her eyes: “Anyone can talk theory. You said Zhao Xiao Wan has extremely high cultivation and is both wise and brave—how do you plan to defeat her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pulled out a silver dollar and spun it between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One side was engraved with “Illusion Cultivator,” the other with “Grand Chief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the Peddler gave me this silver dollar, I couldn’t sleep for days. Now I can stand tall and say—I’m worthy of this title, Grand Chief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan laughed: “Just illusions? That’s enough to defeat Zhao Xiao Wan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man leaned close to Lu Xiaolan’s ear: “There’s one thing Zhao Xiao Wan cannot look at. Once she sees it, she won’t move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan gasped: “You mean the Great Totem? She dares not look at the Great Totem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man nodded: “She’s just like you—she dares not look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiaolan looked at the man, a flicker of fear on her face: “The Great Totem is so unique—can you even make one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That depends on my skill.” The man slipped the silver dollar back into his pocket and left Lu Xiaolan’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: No wonder my wife lost so many memories.\u003C\u002Fp>",3582,"2026-06-20T03:43:18.603Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","80e5f89b4e19bc7fe88b46ea10236a330403cdb1fa66c6ffbb89cd81470a139d","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-806","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-804",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]