[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-811":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},2291109,4478,"Chapter 811: Qun Ying Mountain","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-811",811,"\u003Cp>Arrived at Moxiang Shop, head first to Zhen Shu Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhen Shu Mountain, steep and sharply defined, looked like several books stacked on a bed to form a pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng found Yunlü Stream on Zhen Shu Mountain—a gorge so deep it vanished into darkness, its cliff walls crowned by a waterfall initially over a hundred meters wide, majestic in scale, which after plunging dozens of meters split into countless tributaries, each finer than spider silk,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cascading downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among these tributaries, one current was the fiercest, said capable of snapping ordinary weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng dared not use Tang Dao and instead carried Banfeng Yi, testing it step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking ten meters, Banfeng Yi cried out loudly: “Danger ahead! Don’t go further—it hurts, this is too painful—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng located the fiercest current and, using its flow as a guide, flew upward against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by the Judge’s Pen, Li Banfeng used the Ride-the-Wind-and-Clouds technique to soar toward the highest clouds of Pulu Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does this cloud have a name?” After flying for a long while, Li Banfeng glimpsed the cloud’s edge and estimated it stood three to five times higher than most clouds in Pulu Province—such a distinctive cloud must have a name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen replied: “Many names. Which one do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said: “Tell me them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen dozed briefly, gathered strength, then told Li Banfeng: “Shu Wanjuan named it Xiao Ji Mountain—meaning the summit of the clouds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The imperial court named it Duo Que Mountain—meaning ruin and decay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The peddler named it Qun Ying Mountain—you’ll understand that one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “The peddler knows how to name things. But this is a cloud—why call it a mountain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll find out when you get up there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng flew onto the cloud and finally understood the Judge’s Pen’s meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the cloud’s edge, Li Banfeng saw no flat ground—within a li, mountains rose, one after another, beyond mountains, layer upon layer, rolling endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng used Jin Qing Qiu Hao and spotted a distant mountain peak: “Brother Bi, is your body on that peak?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen answered: “Mm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gazed at the layered peaks: “Why put your body so high?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen snorted: “Six layers of Huan Xiu above the clouds—afraid of that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not afraid? Then go yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I go, who’ll guide you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said nothing—more arguing would only make the Judge’s Pen angry and fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Qun Ying Mountain, you truly needed a guide; Li Banfeng had flown over an hour and found the mountains beneath him repeating endlessly, the distant peak still far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have I gotten lost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen said: “No. This place has Huan Xiu’s Layered Peaks Technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was this cloud created by Huan Xiu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just Huan Xiu—all heroes of the world built it together. This was the first cloud ever created in Pulu Province, before Yunmen Technique existed; the founders of every sect gathered, exerting all their strength, to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-sentence, the Judge’s Pen collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook the Judge’s Pen: “Don’t sleep yet—where do we go next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-asleep, the Judge’s Pen merely pointed with its tip, refusing to speak further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of the peak, the Judge’s Pen rested a long while before speaking again: “Shu Wanjuan calls this peak Tian Chi Tai; the court calls it Zui Kui Ling; the peddler calls it Kui Shou Peak—where the first generation of sect leaders were chosen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the Judge’s Pen’s breathing grew labored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine gourd quickly sprinkled wine over the Judge’s Pen: “Brother, speak slower—don’t strain your bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked: “Were you among the first generation of leaders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—I was too young, much younger than them. This happened long ago, but I feel this place is sacred—it’s the origin of Pulu Province!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying this, the Judge’s Pen collapsed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To push through such exhaustion just to finish speaking showed how deeply this peak mattered to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the Judge’s Pen recovered, Li Banfeng rested on the mid-slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projector filmed the mountain scenery, growing increasingly excited: “I sense a powerful art—where does this power come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng heard the Suishenju’s voice: “This is the technique left by Li Xiu’s founder, Qing Wanjun. If I recall correctly, it’s called Blood Sacrifice Mountain Collapse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then, many sensed this place held immense power. Huan Xiu’s founder, Ye Shengge, loved to cultivate here—he always said this place gave you strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Man, have you been here before?” Li Banfeng exclaimed in delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have!” the Old Man replied. “Walking this path has brought back many memories. Qi, go another two or three li up the slope—there’s a cave there. Once you enter, the path gets easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Suishenju’s guidance, Li Banfeng climbed upward, growing ever more exhausted—not just from the steepness, but because the mountain itself seemed to drain his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Yan Wolong’s technique from Lǎn Xiu,” Suishenju yawned. “If I recall correctly, it’s called One Breath Suspended. Those caught in it slowly lose all strength until only a faint breath remains, barely keeping them alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng wiped sweat and asked: “Why use this technique on Kui Shou Peak?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju thought a long while: “Yan Wolong used it because the rebel army was surrounded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The peddler, Old Firetrain, and Shu Wanjuan were trapped on Kui Shou Peak; Shan Chengjun, Ku Pozi, and Lian Budà were trapped in Moxiang Shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The imperial forces planned to defeat them one by one. The peddler was nearly overwhelmed on Kui Shou Peak when Yan Wolong slipped into the cave, lay there three days and nights, and perfected One Breath Suspended.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The entire Kui Shou Peak fell under the technique’s control. When imperial troops scaled the peak, they lost all strength and were slaughtered in chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The peddler led his men to break through the enemy on Kui Shou Peak first, then crushed the enemy at Moxiang Shop. After that, both sides won and lost battles for a full year—until the peddler remembered one thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Wolong was still asleep in the cave—he never came down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng saw the cave. He sat on a rock, panting: “He slept here for a year without moving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju panted too: “He didn’t move at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lies!” the Judge’s Pen spoke up. “Our ancestor moved—he rolled over!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your ancestor’s amazing!” Li Banfeng praised. “Brother Bi, we can’t climb higher—I’m about done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen said: “Pass through the cave—you’ll find a path beyond. That path is unaffected by One Breath Suspended.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng panted: “Brother Bi, why are you so strong now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju said: “One Breath Suspended doesn’t weaken Lǎn Xiu—it gives them extra strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resting, Li Banfeng passed through the cave. Once on the path, his strength slowly returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the path to the peak’s summit, Li Banfeng looked around—his view now unobstructed, the full panorama of Qun Ying Mountain clear before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beyond Qun Ying Mountain, Li Banfeng saw only blue sky and thick clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen said: “Your eyesight isn’t strong enough. Only top-tier Kui Xiu can see the ground, can see the full map of Pulu Province.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju confirmed: “When Ah Yu stayed here long ago, she gathered much intelligence. Several victories were won thanks to her—she earned great merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng carefully examined the summit. Compared to other areas, it was relatively flat, covered by a dense forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the forest stood several stone houses, neatly built, dusty but not dilapidated—giving the impression someone had lived there recently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those are barracks!” Suishenju’s breath grew heavy. “The barracks on your left were mine and Old Firetrain’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng glanced left—saw nothing special about the barracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju explained: “The peddler said all barracks are identical—that was his rule!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen pointed to the end of the camp: “My body is hidden outside the camp, beneath that big tree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the camp fence stretched a vast grove of pine trees. The Judge’s Pen pointed casually—Li Banfeng had no idea which tree he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once among the trees, the Judge’s Pen emerged from Li Banfeng’s waist and wrote a “Hui” character on one pine trunk, then a “Gui” character on the neighboring trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hui” stands for Huiye Wren; “Gui” stands for Murong Gui—Murong Gui was Huiye Wren’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen crawled onto Li Banfeng’s back: “Go straight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng took a few steps forward and saw a courtyard with a three-story pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go upstairs!” The Judge’s Pen’s tone grew excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng entered the first floor—only a hall, walls hung with calligraphy and paintings, all signed by Huiye Wren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One landscape painting was exquisitely rendered; Li Banfeng lightly tapped it—no dust floated off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked the Judge’s Pen: “How long has no one been here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen said: “Many years—I’ve forgotten. Remembering things is exhausting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This doesn’t make sense—someone’s been here.” Li Banfeng scanned the room—felt no danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen lightly traced the painting with its tip—a fisherman appeared, rowing a boat from a lake to shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen figures stepped out—men and women, each no taller than a foot—walking from shore to beyond the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wiped tables, others swept floors, some used dusters to clear dust from corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen told Li Banfeng: “I’m just showing you—normally, they clean once daily, without me calling them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Li Banfeng upstairs to the second floor—stacked with books of all kinds. Li Banfeng asked: “You only left your body here—do you even need to read?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen snorted: “It’s for remembrance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Li Banfeng to the third floor—where a tea table, desk, wardrobe, and wooden chests stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A four-poster bed stood against the wall, draped in heavy curtains. Li Banfeng lifted the curtain—lying on the bed was a thin man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a dark blue satin robe with a slanted collar, unlike the common style in Pulu Province—loose, thick,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>concealing his figure, older in design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at Heishi Slope, Li Banfeng had fought Qing Shou Hui—their elders wore robes similar to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was long and gaunt, hair sparse but neatly combed, sunken eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, lips curled in a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky it was Li Banfeng—anyone else would’ve been startled, thinking the bed held a dried corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you look like this?” Li Banfeng tested his breath—there was still a faint warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Years without food or drink have left you gaunt, but you were quite handsome back then!” The Judge’s Pen tidied the man’s appearance slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was the original body of the Judge’s Pen—the famed literary genius of old, Mu Rong Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’ve come this far, get back into your body.” Li Banfeng placed the Judge’s Pen beside the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen was reluctant: “What’s the point of going back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said: “If Shu Wanjuan is here for you, you must take the body away as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen replied: “You can just take the body home using Lian Kuo’s bridal chamber—it’s the same thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng truly couldn’t understand: “Don’t you want to get back inside and stretch your limbs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen observed the body for a moment, then replied: “His limbs are fine. Just send him home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I just send him home like this, and Honglian eats him, where will you go cry then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Banfeng pondered where to place this literary genius, a danger crept silently toward the pavilion from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone’s coming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did this person arrive so conveniently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just got to this pavilion—how did he follow so precisely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stood by the window and looked down; no one else was visible in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judge’s Pen realized a battle might be imminent; he immediately reentered the literary genius’s body, lay on the bed, and said to Li Banfeng: “Outside the courtyard, there’s been—there’s been—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng turned back; the Judge’s Pen clearly struggled to adapt to this body—he spoke half a sentence, then nearly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glove studied the situation and said to the Judge’s Pen: “You mean someone’s been outside all along, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literary genius blinked his eyes, confirming the Glove was right: “He—can’t get in—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He doesn’t know how to open the gate, so he can’t enter. When we came in, the gate opened, and he noticed. Now he wants to follow us in—is that it?” The Glove, well-versed in tailing procedures, described it with perfect accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right—” The literary genius tried to nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glove shook his index finger: “Don’t move yet. Just convey your intent—I’m afraid your neck might snap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao urged: “Brother, you’d better go back into the Judge’s Pen. Why torture yourself like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who comes, not—not—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glove added: “The one who comes is evil. Our Bi must fight him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at Bi’s condition: “With how you look now, what can you even fight with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literary genius glanced at the brush on the desk; the Glove hurried over, ground ink, dipped the brush, and handed it to him along with the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literary genius wrote a “fire” character on the paper and placed it beside his pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames burst forth, engulfing the entire bed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glove rushed forward and grabbed the literary genius: “Quick, get out—what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire also ignited on the literary genius’s body; the Glove dragged him off the bed. Just as the old teapot moved to extinguish the flames, the literary genius shouted: “Hot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that cry, the literary genius stood up from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the searing flames, he was forced to move his limbs, picked up pen and paper himself, and wrote a “extinguish” character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All flames in the room went out. The literary genius then wrote a “diligent” character and stuck it to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the “diligent” character, his condition changed—he became alert, swift, and fluid. He tidied the desk and prepared to lie down and sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked toward the courtyard’s corner and spotted traces of ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like your master’s master has come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literary genius sat up from the desk, glanced out the window, and roared: “Let’s run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng blocked him: “Run? If you’re scared, go home. I’ll go out and meet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The literary genius roared: “Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glove translated beside him: “He means he’s not afraid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled: “Since you’re not afraid, let me see what the literary genius can do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan and the Blood Fang Monster stood in the pine forest, still waiting for reconnaissance reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long arrived at Kuishou Peak; this wasn’t his first search for the literary genius’s body. He’d previously discovered a courtyard hidden within the pine forest, but he’d never been able to open its gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t certain whether the literary genius was inside. He’d planned to take the Blood Fang Monster elsewhere to try his luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after walking only a few hours, the courtyard gate opened on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Qi entered the courtyard, several characters followed him in. The ink traces Li Banfeng saw were those characters sending a signal to Shu Wanjuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan stood in the pine forest, sensing the characters, pondering how to open the gate, when suddenly the pine branches before him trembled. Two massive gates appeared before him and slowly swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second King, impressive!” The Blood Fang Monster, unaware of the situation, assumed it was Shu Wanjuan’s doing and praised him, then walked straight toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan stopped her: “Don’t go in yet. Stay back. I’ll send someone ahead to scout.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By “send someone ahead,” he meant using characters to form human illusions to walk first—his usual tactic. But the Blood Fang Monster refused; she’d been ordered by Shan Chengjun to monitor Shu Wanjuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second King, let me go first. Let me see what treasures there are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan grabbed her wrist: “We don’t know who’s inside. With your current cultivation base, how can you be so reckless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Fang Monster lifted her wrist: “Oh? You’re touching my hand? Trying to take advantage of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re truly eager, let’s find another time. Old Shan could show up any moment—if he finds out, not only will you two brothers turn against each other, but our marriage will be over too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan released her hand: “Consider me silent. Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Fang Monster truly walked ahead. Shu Wanjuan had no idea where her confidence came from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through the gate into the courtyard, the Blood Fang Monster looked up at the pavilion. A thin scholar stood on the third floor, gazing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Fang Monster smiled, revealing two sharp fangs: “Young sir, what’s your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan shouted: “Come back! That’s the literary genius!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right—it was indeed Mu Rong Gui, the literary genius, body and soul fused as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words finished, Mu Rong Gui flicked his brush, splattering ink across the Blood Fang Monster’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Fang Monster frowned: “What’s this? Trying to disgust me on purpose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan, who had been frantic moments before, suddenly stopped worrying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because worrying was useless now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dot of ink slid from her left eyebrow to her right, forming a horizontal stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dot of ink slid down her brow center, forming a downward slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An “open” character appeared on her left cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny figure emerged on her right cheek, holding a spear—it was the character “soldier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All excess flesh on the Blood Fang Monster’s head fell away, leaving only the character “shattered” on her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Fang Monster collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan nodded slightly: “Such natural talent—truly unparalleled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui took a deep breath, glared at Shu Wanjuan, and growled: “Hn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not humble!” Shu Wanjuan smiled. “Child, I intend to accomplish great things with you. Will you come with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui shook his head: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew; Mu Rong Gui stood on the pavilion, swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan sighed: “Child, I know you’re not well. I don’t wish to force you. If you come with me, great achievements await. If you persist in your folly, don’t blame your ancestor for being merciless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui showed no fear: “Fight. You go first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I admire your defiance!” Shu Wanjuan spread his robe; characters surged like a tide, swirling around his body, then coalesced into a massive black dragon under his control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this dragon charged into the courtyard, it would flatten it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Mu Rong Gui shattered it early, the dragon would turn into countless bookworms and devour the courtyard clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child, I won’t hold back!” Shu Wanjuan reminded him again—he truly admired Mu Rong Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui straightened his back, hands behind him, standing atop the pavilion: “I’m not afraid of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan’s eyes turned icy: “Then take this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hold back—he had never underestimated the literary genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black dragon roared, surged forward to the courtyard gate, then—puff—dissolved into a pool of ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan was stunned. What technique was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was there a mechanism in the courtyard—or—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan lowered his head and noticed a crack on his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>La!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound split from his left shoulder to his right hipbone; his body severed into two pieces. The lower half remained standing; the upper half fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui raised his brush and wrote a “knife” character in midair; the strokes lingered in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black ink spurted from Shu Wanjuan’s corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had replaced his body with characters to block the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Shu Wanjuan’s Tianhe technique—hard to counter indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui smiled, hands behind his back, and said: “Try again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan appeared from a pool of ink, staring at the “knife” character Mu Rong Gui had written: “Was that your technique just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Rong Gui spoke slowly: “One character is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone carried disdain and contempt, but Shu Wanjuan didn’t mind—he cared more about another matter: “Did you write the character after you struck?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murong Gui nodded: “That’s talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan didn’t fully understand; no matter how great one’s talent, one must first write the character, then strike—that was the basic logic of Wen Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he always feel Murong Gui’s condition was off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan pulled a book from his robe, unfurled the scroll, and traced the characters on its surface: “Child, try again—can you block this technique?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even unleash his technique, Shu Wanjuan turned into a pool of ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan rose swiftly from the ink; he had truly felt a blade cleave his body. He looked up—the Cultivator of Wisdom was writing again, this time the character “blade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he uses the technique first, then writes the character?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is his talent truly this extreme?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two “blade” characters hung suspended in midair. The Cultivator of Wisdom asked: “Ancestor, shall we continue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more characters, the greater the combat power—Shu Wanjuan understood this principle well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left hand, he pulled out an inkstone; with his right, he drew a handkerchief and slapped it against the inkstone. Ink sprayed from the stone into the courtyard, staining the two “blade” characters pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan first neutralized Murong Gui’s technique, then flung the ink-stained handkerchief outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handkerchief floated in midair, and as it fell, it rapidly expanded—first three feet square, then ten feet wide, and by the time it breached the pavilion’s roof, it covered the entire courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Murong Gui did not neutralize the handkerchief, it would capture him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he used a technique to break the handkerchief, he could not defend against Shu Wanjuan’s next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssch~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murong Gui raised his official’s brush and slashed through the handkerchief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ink splattered from the torn cloth, instantly surrounding Murong Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the first floor of the pavilion, two scrolls flew out the window, circling the Cultivator of Wisdom, desperately blocking the ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan had already prepared his next move—over twenty hidden books in his sleeve, their bindings torn apart, pages scattered, ready to encircle Murong Gui and capture him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, this technique could not fail; Murong Gui was barely holding off the handkerchief and had no chance to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as Shu Wanjuan raised his sleeve, a blade struck him in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut opened black skin to reveal red flesh. Though Shu Wanjuan blocked it with his Tianhe technique, he was too slow—he was truly wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan looked up at Murong Gui, who had just deflected the ink. He lifted his brush and wrote another “blade” character in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan was stunned—he suddenly feared he might lose to Murong Gui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he considered retreat, the Blood Fang Monster picked up scattered flesh from the ground, reattached it to its face, and rose to say to Shu Wanjuan: “My lord, someone’s slashing at you from behind—why are you staring at that scholar in front?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan turned—and saw Li Qi standing silently, holding a sickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao had already struck three times; now he could only use the sickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan stared at Li Qi: “Was it you who attacked me from behind just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Li Banfeng placed the sickle behind his back. “Don’t listen to that woman. Keep fighting—I’m not involved.” PS: Words spoken with certainty don’t always require the speaker to speak them aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>",3913,"2026-06-20T03:43:18.603Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","924b8c3c61bd0cc78e13b127e05e99d241cf4624af00960d986f0170dbe6aeef","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-812","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-810",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]