[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-826":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},2291124,4478,"Chapter 826: One Man Against the Source","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-826",826,"\u003Cp>Going to Jianren Gang isn’t easy; that place is hard to find, but reaching Wuyou Ping is much simpler, since Wuyou Ping and Kucai Zhuang are similar types of obscure lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Wuyou Ping, Li Banfeng saw many Dao Laogui across the wasteland—some foraging, some fighting, some sleeping, some wandering—each doing their own thing, no different from when Cui Ti was around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he overthought it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suishenju opened the carriage window; Zhao Xiaowan and Hong Ying were gazing out at the scene outside, and neither noticed anything unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trouble at Wuyou Ping doesn’t mean Shengxian Peak is unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng prepared to head to Jianren Gang when a snowstorm swept across the wasteland, suddenly blinding him, followed by a shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cry carried on the cold wind to Li Banfeng’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow me, whoever hesitates dies!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice sounded familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng rubbed his eyes and walked toward the sound, where beneath a hill, a man clad in a martial actor’s battle robe led dozens of subordinates in fierce combat against a three-headed being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens fighting one—and so fiercely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed being wasn’t tall, under two meters, but his lower body was extremely sturdy, with four legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held a long spear in his left hand and an axe in his right; from his movements, the two weapons clearly followed entirely different styles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably, the two hands weren’t even controlled by the same head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This three-headed being fought dozens without losing ground. In contrast, the opposing group—ghosts—were all battered and wounded; several were so severely injured they looked ready to dissolve into ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dozens were indeed ghosts; though they wore theatrical costumes, Li Banfeng recognized the leader’s voice—it was Prince Chun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Banfeng first arrived at Wuyou Ping, he had spent the night at the Qin Prince’s mansion and once fought Prince Chun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun’s cultivation base was high, but he was truly no fighter—he was a Xi Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the entire Chun Prince’s mansion possessed formidable combat strength; back then, with his own Foundation Establishment fifth-layer cultivation, Li Banfeng had barely managed to hold his own against Prince Chun and his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today before this three-headed being, the entire Chun Prince’s mansion could only endure blows; the three-headed being knocked down over a dozen ghosts, and its central head suddenly spat a torrent of flame at Prince Chun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun caught fire, smoke billowing from his body, his form growing increasingly hazy—this was the sign of a ghost about to vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled in the snow, but the fire wouldn’t extinguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried stripping off his flaming robes, but couldn’t remove them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others rushed to help douse the flames, but whoever touched Prince Chun caught fire themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the princely household neared annihilation, Li Banfeng tapped Lao Chahu; from midair, it sprayed a cascade of tea water like rain, and wherever the tea fell, the flames on Prince Chun and his subordinates were instantly extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed being froze, his three heads turning in different directions; the central, fire-spitting head scanned the spot where Lao Chahu had sprayed water several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t see Lao Chahu, but he could accurately judge the origin of the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his weapons, ready to resume fighting Prince Chun, but after a moment’s hesitation, he turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This three-headed being was intelligent—he knew there was an unseen enemy here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late to flee; after walking ten meters across the snow, his four legs pushing in four directions, the three-headed being collapsed flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried rising, but his body was as immobile as stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng appeared, bowing to Prince Chun: “Your Highness, long time no see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun lifted his head and instantly recognized Li Banfeng: “So it’s you, brother—how have you come back again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t seen you in a long while—I missed you,” Li Banfeng said, pulling out the horsewhip Prince Chun had once given him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the old gift, he had intended to catch up with Prince Chun, when suddenly Hong Ying’s voice echoed in his ear: “Qi Lang, don’t say anything foolish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Suishenju transmitting Hong Ying’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Ye rarely transmitted voices directly—this situation must be extremely urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could be so urgent? Which of his words had been wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan also found it strange: “Yingying, what did you just shout? When did your husband say anything foolish?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Ying, sweating profusely: “Just don’t talk too much to Prince Chun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan laughed: “What, still dreaming of being a princess? Afraid your husband will spill your secrets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the time for nonsense?!” Hong Ying rubbed her head. “The moment I saw him, I remembered something—you’ve forgotten—he’s an actor, and he loves playing dan roles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan frowned: “So what if he plays dan? Proper opera troupes all have men playing dan roles—what’s wrong with that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he even from an opera troupe? Was he forced to play dan? Think again—before he betrothed you, he didn’t even have a concubine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t he?” Zhao Xiaowan thought carefully; before his betrothal to Hong Ying, Prince Chun was already quite old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Ying continued: “Prince Chun doesn’t like women at all—he’s deeply cunning. If he takes a fancy to Qi Lang, he might not let him leave!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What makes him think he can keep your husband?” Zhao Xiaowan wasn’t worried at all; she looked at Hong Ying. “You knew he didn’t like women—why marry him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiu’er added: “Maybe Hongying doesn’t like men either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re joining the nonsense too!” Hong Ying glared at Jiu’er. “I come from a military family—my marriage wasn’t mine to choose. Becoming a princess brought honor to my clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Prince Chun himself said we’d be husband and wife in public, but privately we’d both find men—we even became sworn sisters. He said it himself—don’t let Qi Lang fall for his tricks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan looked at Hong Ying, thinking she might be confused after seeing Yang Xiangjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Ying wasn’t lying—Prince Chun was indeed unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Li Banfeng for a long while, then asked: “Did you come here specifically to save me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought of the earlier scene; though he hadn’t come to Wuyou Ping for him, he had indeed saved him, so he nodded: “I came to save you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun lowered his head, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qi Lang, keep lying—he’s claiming you now!” Hong Ying pounded her fists in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked: “I went to your mansion—it was full of Dao Laogui. I thought you’d left Wuyou Ping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You went to my mansion looking for me?” Prince Chun’s voice trembled. “Brother, I must stay in Wuyou Ping—I can’t go anywhere. Even if I left, I’d have to return. My mansion’s been taken by Dao Laogui—I’ve had to hide elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rebuilt a dwelling on this small hill, but this thief insisted on breaking in. I had no way out—I could only fight to the death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pointed at the three-headed being: “Where did this three-headed being come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun shook his head: “I don’t know. He just appeared out of nowhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked again: “Did he come down from Shengxian Peak?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun thought: “Probably not—he must have entered Wuyou Ping from somewhere else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt slightly relieved; he studied Prince Chun’s wounds, then the three-headed being’s spear and axe: “He’s using ordinary weapons—how did he wound you so badly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun said: “That’s the method of a high-level Wu Xiu—White Blade Severing Soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had seen White Blade Severing Soul—he was merely verifying Prince Chun’s attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White Blade Severing Soul isn’t a technique—it’s a special Wu Xiu method against ghosts. In a Wu Xiu’s hands, ordinary objects can be transformed into refined weapons—not just in quality, but in function. High-level Wu Xiu can make ordinary weapons capable of harming ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked again: “What about that fire just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun said: “It’s just ordinary fire. Why it burned me so badly—I can’t explain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he truly unaware—or unwilling to speak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun’s attitude was hard to judge, but Li Banfeng could sense something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central head of the three-headed being was a Fire Xiu—having fused Wu Xiu traits, it had enhanced the fire’s properties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed being had three Dao gates—Li Banfeng had seen this many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Dao gates worked in perfect harmony, complementing each other—Li Banfeng had seen this often too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dao gates partially fused together? That, besides himself, he’d rarely seen in others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This three-headed being’s origins were not simple—how had he come to Wuyou Ping?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t want to speak further with Prince Chun; he bowed and took his leave, planning to find another place to speak with the three-headed being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Prince Chun suddenly called out: “Brother! Don’t leave so soon—come drink tea at my humble abode!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Ying’s hands trembled: “Qi Lang, don’t go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “I have other matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, wait a moment—” Prince Chun hesitated. “I’m an actor—I speak in opera lines. Opera lines are just lines—they can’t be fully trusted, but neither can they be fully dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much is false, how much true—it depends on whether you’re the discerning one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng frowned: “What do you mean? You lied to me just now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun sighed: “Young master, I’m of the imperial family. I shouldn’t be telling you this. Telling you the truth is like betraying my own bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked again at the three-headed being: “Is he also of the imperial family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun said: “In a way. If I count, why not him? Now, Jianren Gang is full of imperial family members. Young master, you must not go there again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jianren Gang is full of imperial family members—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has Jianren Gang been seized by Neizhou?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt dizzy, a sharp ringing in his ears—he didn’t even notice the three-headed being rising behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked toward Shengxian Peak; the three-headed being followed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun shouted: “Brother, behind you, behind you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, Li Banfeng and the three-headed being vanished into the snowstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun tried to chase, but his subordinates held him back: “Your Highness, seize this chance to move the bone tomb—this place is no longer safe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has Jianren Gang been seized by Neizhou?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this true or false?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can Prince Chun be trusted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed being’s axe slashed down with a gale; Li Banfeng didn’t turn, stepping two paces left—the axe grazed his body and struck the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed being thrust his spear at Li Banfeng’s spine; though the spear pierced his heart, Li Banfeng suffered no injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used the Technique of Untrammeled Freedom to shift his back away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking a while longer, Li Banfeng accelerated; the three-headed men gradually fell behind, growing frantic and wanting to spit fire at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng turned to look at the three-headed man: “A moment ago you were afraid of me—why are you bold enough to fight me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed man did not answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had indeed been afraid, and he never wanted to fight Li Banfeng—but Li Banfeng was walking toward Jianren Gang, which forced him to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng asked again: “First tell me, where are you from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-headed man barely understood Li Banfeng’s words and still tried to spit fire at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t even understand speech, there was no point expecting him to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flame emerged—instead, the three-headed man’s body split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their expressions, they felt pain, but their bodies were extraordinarily resilient; it took several seconds before they fully shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng examined the corpse’s structure; this three-headed man was different from the ones he’d seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yi’s body once concealed two other bodies, but this three-headed man contained no other bodies inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this a machine created by Neizhou?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by his speed just now, he matched a Ground-Level Seventh-Stage Wu Xiu, yet his overall combat power far exceeded that level—if such things were scattered across every mountain and valley, what consequences would follow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng used the Technique of Linked Vast Chambers to collect the corpse and continued toward Jianren Gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan immediately studied the corpse inside the room; after much examination, she found nothing unusual, only felt waves of dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activating the Hundred Flavors Linglong, Zhao Xiaowan discovered the corpse was highly toxic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan exhaled steam, first rinsing then boiling it, yet the toxicity showed no sign of weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Copper Lotus unfurled its lotus leaves: “Let me handle it—this toxicity carries cultivation energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan exclaimed: “How many gates does this monster have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Copper Lotus said: “First count how many monsters, then count how many gates—if there are tens of thousands, Puluozhou will face disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng arrived at Jianren Gang, where the number of Dao Laogui was far greater—some shoveling snow, some gathering firewood, some tidying houses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>living just as they normally did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three-headed men had appeared at Wuyou Ping, yet the Dao Laogui ignored them, which was normal—after all, it wasn’t their territory—but if three-headed men entered Jianren Gang and the Dao Laogui still ignored them, that would be abnormal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gazed toward Shengxian Peak; though a chill rose in him, the difference from other places wasn’t great—Jianren Gang was saturated with intense peril.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Dao Gui Ling, it too seemed unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng actively moved toward danger using the Technique of Attracting Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune, groping his way for half an hour until he found Jianren Gang’s most perilous spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t at Shengxian Peak or Dao Gui Ling—it was at Huai’en Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Banfeng walked through the village, he saw not a single Dao Laogui, only five or six hundred three-headed men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though one three-headed man could be killed with a single Five-Horse-Dismemberment strike, if five or six hundred charged together, Li Banfeng would truly struggle to hold them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t hold them off, then don’t hold them off—just send them away. He had bought plenty of explosives from Ayi earlier; now was the perfect moment to use them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three-headed men didn’t speak to each other, not even bothering to glance at one another; some studied weapons, some studied maps, others simply sat staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who brought this group of three-headed men here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shan Chengjun was dead—no need to worry it was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu Wanjuan should still be at Moxiang Shop—if he led this group, the threat would be immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng circled the village twice before finally spotting a dark figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nian Shangyou, Grand Secretary Nian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sketching on a map—so he was the leader of this group of three-headed men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t seen him in a while, and Li Banfeng had genuinely missed him; today, he’d invite him home for a visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng slowly approached, preparing to use the Technique of Linked Vast Chambers to send Nian Shangyou straight home—when still a hundred steps away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng’s left calf suddenly cramped, and he couldn’t take another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Traveler of Cloud-Level Sixth Stage—cramping in the calf?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stared ahead at Nian Shangyou and realized this might be a trap—the man before him was very likely not Nian Shangyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged his leg, increasing the distance between himself and Nian Shangyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Secretary Nian, I won’t invite you home today—I’ll entertain you right here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng planted explosives all around Huai’en Village, stretched his legs, and activated the Mad Cultivator Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted from the village’s head to its tail; the explosives detonated in sequence, burying Huai’en Village under snow and dust, reducing it to rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng peered through the dust at the village—his initial smile of satisfaction vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village was gone, the houses were gone—but the three-headed men remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bore injuries, visible bloodstains, some had arms or legs blown off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who looked exactly like Nian Shangyou had been blown back into his true form—he was a woman, with clear, delicate features and quite beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the back of her head were two more faces, switching back and forth between Qiao Yi and Nian Shangyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayi’s explosives couldn’t kill them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was the logic behind this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had they not been killed, they hadn’t even moved much. Such a massive shockwave couldn’t budge them—were their feet rooted to the ground?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had encountered this scene before—in Shangguo’s Dingye City, when the Dangkou Army held their Thousand-Man Force Formation, Ayi’s explosives couldn’t move them either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do these three-headed men know the Thousand-Man Force Formation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are they a new Dangkou Army?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could the Dangkou Army have only five hundred men?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Chun had said they were scattered across every mountain and valley—there must be many more such Dangkou troops, just not found yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloody battle at the original Dangkou Army flashed suddenly into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yi and Nian Shangyou were discussing tactics in a cave when an explosion suddenly rang out, drenching Nian Shangyou in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Spy-Level three-headed man brought a mirror and placed it before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror showed the scene of Huai’en Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nian Shangyou asked the spy: “Who used the explosives? Why can’t we see them on the mirror?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spy shook all three heads; Qiao Yi sighed: “War values speed—ancient wisdom holds true. Whoever this is, the secret is already out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nian Shangyou still stared intently at the mirror: “Lord, these five hundred have trained poorly—they had to retrain at Huai’en Village, yet in less than half a day, they’ve mastered the formation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yi felt no joy: “Mastered the formation, then wait for the enemy to blow them up again? We must attack Wuyou Ping today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nian Shangyou said: “But the scouts sent to Wuyou Ping haven’t returned yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sent over thirty scouting parties—none returned. What difference does it make? How long will you wait?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nian Shangyou nodded repeatedly: “Your Lordship speaks wisely—immediately march on Wuyou Ping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horns blared; the earth trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty thousand three-headed men burst forth from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng arrived at Wuyou Ping first and immediately contacted Ayu: “Sister, draw a boundary line between Wuyou Ping and Jianren Gang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayu blinked in surprise: “Brother, are you talking nonsense? How can you make Wuyou Ping a boundary? That place is too special.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Neizhou has invaded Jianren Gang—and precisely because Wuyou Ping is so special, we must use a boundary to block them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayu understood the urgency: “Wait—I’ll go consult her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s there to wait for? Isn’t that why I’m calling you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still have to consult her! Brother, I’ll be honest—if she agrees, it still might not work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if it doesn’t work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng immediately contacted Ma Junyang: “Old Five, tell every newspaper to publish immediately: Neizhou has invaded Jianren Gang—order all regions of Puluozhou to prepare full defense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu emerged from his snail shell, stared at Luo Lijun, and frowned: “Neizhou has invaded?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Lijun looked horrified: “Five, I truly had no knowledge of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu held the phone to Li Banfeng: “Old Seven, slow down—where exactly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve reached Jianren Gang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that all Dao Laogui? Neizhou won’t break out anytime soon—we still have time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No time left—Jianren Gang is already occupied. Beyond Jianren Gang is Wuyou Ping. Once they reach Wuyou Ping, they can go anywhere!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu quickly contacted the press, then turned to Luo Lijun: “Dare you stir up trouble back in Shangguo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Lijun shook her head repeatedly: “I dare not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Ling also emerged from the snail shell and sneered at Luo Lijun: “If you lack even this much courage, how can you be Five’s woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu had no patience to argue with Luo Lijun—he had too many other tasks ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng worried newspapers were too slow; he dialed Song Shu next: “Master Song, immediately contact the radio station: Neizhou has invaded Jianren Gang—Wuyou Ping may fall at any moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Shu paused, stunned: “Banfeng, don’t panic—I’ll send out the message right away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng worried the newspaper wasn’t fast enough; he dialed Song Shu again: “Master Song, contact the radio station immediately—Jianren Gang has invaded Huineizhou, and Wuyou Ping could fall at any moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person he most needed to reach was the Peddler—but the Peddler was far away in Bai Feng Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah—he could contact Zuo Anna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gave the contact details to Chu Er and told her to find Zuo Anna by any means necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, you can contact Zuo Anna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gave the contact details to Chu Er and told her to use every means possible to find Zuo Anna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if Zuo Anna is not in Pulu Province?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng contacted Tang Chang again; Tang Chang had been involved in business between Lin Fojiao and the White Falcon Alliance—perhaps he could find a contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a string of calls; helpers seemed abundant, but when he hung up, Li Banfeng stood alone on the vast snowy plain—he had to face a truth: he was currently the only one here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if alone, he must hold Wuyou Ping!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man can hold the pass against ten thousand; if he dared attack the Dangkou Camp before, he can hold Wuyou Ping today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one man holding the pass requires a defensible pass—now there is no pass, only one man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe a city wall could work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No city wall? A hilltop will do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuyou Ping is a wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To defend it, he didn’t even know where to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew; Li Banfeng scanned the horizon and suddenly felt waves of fear and agitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dangkou Camp’s strength was certainly different from that of Dingye City’s crowd—individually, even Dingye City’s Difeng Camp was far inferior to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the Peddler ever fight the Dangkou Camp alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he needed allies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danger kept surging; cold sweat poured in layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many are on the other side?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it’s the Dangkou Camp, it must number over ten thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how many come, Wuyou Ping cannot be surrendered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qi, don’t panic!” the old man spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to panic—we’re not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seventh Son, don’t fear—we fight together; come as many as they may, we kill them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s Yingying too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, I’ll set up a few magical arrays to make them circle endlessly! Prepare your Golden Chamber Hidden Beauty technique—send out a few scouts first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s Jiu’er too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother, what’s the point of calling the radio? I built that radio—let me out, I’ll find a way to contact the Peddler! At the critical moment, we still need advanced technology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s Yuan Miaoping too—uncertain if she’s reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trust me—I help you, you help me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s Fifth Mistress too; Li Banfeng can truly help her now—he has a method to break the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have the courage to let me out? Hesitation won’t accomplish anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s Copper Lotus—after years of close companionship, what heartache can’t be resolved? Yet despite past bonds, Li Banfeng still couldn’t fully trust her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, let our whole family bear this together—wait until Ah Yu finishes the boundary!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first exchanged the Liankuo Chamber for his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xiaowan tightened her cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pulled down his hat brim.\u003C\u002Fp>",3879,"2026-06-20T03:43:18.603Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","39cf6638d811d54d54b8de725dcd4bf770652b4aa717ed672a16d3f88242cf25","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-827","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-825",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]