[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-83":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},2290381,4478,"Chapter 83: Discerning Spiritual Sounds","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-83",83,"\u003Cp>Second level?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second-level Zhai Xiu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t it supposed to take ten years to reach first-level cultivation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve only just entered the path for two months—how are you already at second-level Zhai Xiu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nearly forgot: Zhai Xiu advancement is tied to the Zhai Spirit. According to Luo Yuni, if a Zhai Xiu fails to please the Zhai Spirit, no matter how many years they cultivate, they cannot advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This led Li Banfeng to misunderstand, believing that the Zhai Spirit’s advancement only produced counter-effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never imagined the Zhai Spirit had ways to accelerate advancement—ways so drastic, Li Banfeng couldn’t believe they were real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years of time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than three months since becoming a Zhai Xiu, Li Banfeng had gained what others spent ten years cultivating?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng craved cultivation base—he’d even dreamed of advancing ten levels to gain triple lifespan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there are no free gifts in this world; every gift comes at a price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as pills can replace cultivation, but pills are expensive, and all pills are poisonous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t beat around the bush—he asked the phonograph directly: “To give me second-level cultivation, what do you want me to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph sang plaintively: “My dear husband, we’re so deeply in love—why say such unpleasant things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sneered: “When you turned on me before, where did your love go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii-chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph snorted twice: “Oh, husband, you wound me—how can a married couple not quarrel? Isn’t it always bedhead fights, bedtail reconciliation? I just threw a tantrum—you can beat me, you can scold me—but don’t hold a grudge, okay~?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng got up from the floor, brushing dust off his body: “Fine, I won’t hold a grudge. What do you actually want? Say it plainly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, I only want you—nothing else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spit it out. What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve devoted myself entirely to you—how can you ignore it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say it now. What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph wept: “All my devotion—why can’t I earn even a sliver of your sincerity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng put on his hat: “If you don’t speak, I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph stopped crying: “Husband, I’m hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sat back on the bed, rubbing his face, silent for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My precious wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s hungry again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the deep mountains, Li Banfeng summoned a group of corpses controlled by Luo Yuni—the phonograph devoured them and elevated Li Banfeng to first level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Li Banfeng found the phonograph many fresh souls and even fed her fifteen spirit servants with cultivation—she was thoroughly satisfied, and rewarded Li Banfeng with another level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was satisfied—but what now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where are souls so easy to find?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, how long will you keep eating? Didn’t you just eat yesterday?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph sneered: “Husband, how can you say that? You ate yesterday—do you not eat today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “Actually, I haven’t eaten today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband’s hungry too—go eat quickly, then buy groceries, and come home early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buy groceries? Where am I supposed to get them? Every day I feed you corpses—do you think I’m a murderer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang-clang-clang~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph laughed bitterly: “Husband, how many people have you killed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng snapped: “I’m not a monster—I’ve reached second level. There should be techniques now, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Techniques? Of course. Listen closely, my dear, listen very, very, very closely~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng blinked: “Wife, why are you stuttering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, give me a little more oil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng fetched the oil can, opened the cover—and saw the water tank boiling, steam churning, one cloud after another, unceasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph could do anything—clean the house, wash clothes, kill—but she could not oil herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, you can add fuel—why can’t you add oil?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph replied: “Fuel goes in the front cabinet—I can reach it. Oil goes in the back chamber—I can’t reach it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the front cabinet and back chamber are different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph cried out: “Husband, it’s not that spot that’s low on oil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband, don’t touch that water valve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband, be careful with that gear—don’t oil that screw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Husband~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph called out repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng closed the cover, sat beside the phonograph, and said quietly: “Wife, tell me the technique—I’m listening carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Banfeng’s serious expression, the phonograph asked: “Husband, why so serious again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “I’ve always been serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, are you feeling satisfied now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Satisfied from just a few words?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph fell silent for a long while, then sang slowly and softly: “Husband, shall I wash your clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “Of course I need them washed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huu~! You madman!” All three speakers spat smoke as the phonograph roared: “Next time, can you at least take it out first? Every time it’s a whole mess—you have no idea how hard laundry is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng changed into fresh clothes and sat beside the phonograph: “Wife, tell me the technique—I’ll lean in close.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t come close—don’t get so near—or I’ll have to wash another one.” The phonograph blasted steam to push Li Banfeng back, then spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The second-level technique is called ‘Discerning Spiritual Sounds’—it’s cultivation of the ears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, cultivation of the ears?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the golden earring forged by Zhou Yujuan and asked: “Isn’t this the ‘Wind-Listening Ears’? Now I’ve learned another ear-based technique—is this redundant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, this isn’t redundant—Wind-Listening Ears let you hear farther; Discerning Spiritual Sounds lets you hear more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many spiritual things exist in this world—each can speak, but ordinary people can’t understand them. If you focus your intent and listen with your heart, you’ll hear their voices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng liked this technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It suited the homebody’s nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Homebodies always hear more than others—they hear the whimper of collectibles, the lament of manga books—because they take life more seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pressed his ear against the phonograph and listened intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii-chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph grew tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-Husband, why are you pressing your ear to my belly? Am I going to bear you a child now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are the spiritual sounds?” Li Banfeng hugged the phonograph for a long time, hearing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii-chii~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph scoffed: “Husband, I can speak to you—you don’t need the technique to hear me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True—no need to listen here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else is spiritual?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the bronze lotus and listened closely—but heard nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, isn’t this one spiritual?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chii-chii~ The phonograph sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That jade lotus is indeed spiritual—but her level is too high, and she’s too shy. You can’t yet hear her spiritual voice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze lotus’s level is too high too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else has spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does the Zhai Spirit itself have spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pressed his ear to the wall, focusing his intent, listening intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph cried out urgently: “Husband, don’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh-huh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that sound?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Om~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng heard a low, prolonged hum, then rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This house is truly extraordinary; no wonder that bitch Honglian was so cautious, too afraid to fight me openly. Maybe I was reckless to follow this madman in blindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: I picked up the mobile hard drive filled with precious data; I can hear her speaking to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dear readers, try it yourselves—you really can hear her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1211,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5667ac7263943d92eb0d362aefa14ab19761cb14aff1ac3dc50980497068c8a7","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-84","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-82",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]