[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-84":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},2290382,4478,"Chapter 84: Qi Blood Bursting Through the Barrier (Two Chapters Combined)","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-84",84,"\u003Cp>Under the gentle caress of steam, Li Banfeng slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey~ Husband, you’re finally awake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steam helped Li Banfeng sit at the edge of the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng rubbed his throbbing occiput and asked the phonograph: “What sounds did I just hear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds beyond naming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I hear them again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, husband, if you listen again, your little servant will be widowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can’t I listen again? Is it because this house is on a high level?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, husband, so high it’s unfathomable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I just heard some sounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This, this…” the phonograph could not explain, “perhaps because this house isn’t so shy—it deliberately lets you catch a hint,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>husband, all magic treasures have a cost; this earring’s cost is small, but use it too often and you’ll hear strange sounds—some sounds are harmless to hear, others bring disaster. Husband, be extremely cautious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hear strange sounds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cost is no greater than painting a thick layer of makeup—nothing major.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng wondered what other sentient objects remained in the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All sentient objects had been refined by the Bronze Lotus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph prompted: “Husband, whether intentional or not, that red lotus woman just forged you a magic treasure—why don’t you try it? Do you dislike magic treasures, or that red lotus woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dislike—forgot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng took out the earring, held it to his ear for a moment, and shook his head: “No sound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen more carefully, husband.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened again, still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus your intent on your ear, and listen more carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Li Banfeng pressed the earring tightly against his ear and finally heard sounds—like someone speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed it even closer, and finally made out the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman whispered in his ear: “Master, what would you like to hear? Give your order.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to hear what my wife has to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chtch~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph chuckled twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sudden explosions rang in Li Banfeng’s ears; his tinnitus persisted, nearly deafening him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too close to the phonograph—equivalent to attaching a super-powered amplifier to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng quickly removed the earring. The phonograph sang with a laugh: “Hey, husband, your little servant is right beside you—why use this magic treasure to listen? Wait until you want to hear something you can’t hear, then use this earring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This earring weaves threads and hooks—let’s call it the Thread-Weaving Earring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thread-Weaving Earring—nice name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the scissors and asked: “Does this thing have no name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, why give a name to something so foolish? Better to give it to Red Lotus to refine into an elixir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that won’t do—Li Banfeng still found the scissors useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the scissors to his ear and heard only one word: “Kill! Kill! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, in intelligence, the scissors were a tier below the earring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng put away the earring and scissors, straightened his clothes, and stepped out to inquire about Jiang Xiang’s whereabouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out, Li Banfeng heard the phonograph singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rose, rose, most lovely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose, rose, most radiant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blooms in summer on the branch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose, rose, I love you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the residence, the phonograph carried each cluttered item into newly opened rooms, then steam-washed and cleaned Li Banfeng’s discarded clothes one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng suddenly felt very happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking along the street of Ligou, Li Banfeng looked for a place to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was eight o’clock; restaurants were hard to find.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaowanggou might be large, but it was still a town—without electricity, most small eateries were closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big restaurants were too crowded and risky; Li Banfeng had just blown up Jiang Xiang’s dance hall, and it wasn’t worth risking a meal. After walking for a while, he chose Fuwang Baozi Shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to eat quickly and leave, but no sooner had he pulled out a chair than someone called: “Brother Qi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Xiaopang waved frantically, urging Li Banfeng to join him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely why Li Banfeng avoided Fuwang Baozi Shop—Xiaopang ate here nearly every meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today Zhang Liuge was occupied, so Xiaopang came alone and, bored without company, immediately ordered two extra dishes and a jar of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d been recognized anyway, Li Banfeng didn’t hold back—he devoured two baskets of baozi, filling his belly first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating and drinking his fill, Qin Xiaopang grabbed Li Banfeng: “Brother Qi, come see my place—I’ve got a home in Ligou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Might as well take a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng followed Xiaopang to his residence: Xiansuanzi Alley, a small courtyard with only one room, rented but Xiaopang was delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was delighted—but Li Banfeng disliked the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiansuanzi Alley was where the He family’s old mansion stood; Lu Xiaolan still lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the house, Xiaopang brewed tea for Li Banfeng. While drinking, Xiaopang pulled a cloth bag from his chest and spilled out twenty pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snake-Spotted Pills!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang handed the pills to Li Banfeng: “Brother Qi, these are my tribute to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng froze: “Where did you get these pills?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This afternoon, passing by the Geng family mansion, Old Master Geng compensated me—he’s Geng Zhiwei’s father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled: “His father backed down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang gritted his teeth: “He wouldn’t admit it before—he’d glare and puff up his cheeks at me, thinking he was safe under Jiang Xiang’s protection, believing I wouldn’t dare touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today he caved—he invited me to a teahouse, bowed and apologized, gave me all these pills, begged me not to hold a grudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, I heard from brothers of San Ying Gate that Jiang Xiang had abandoned the Geng family—the old man panicked, wet himself, and came begging for forgiveness the same day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng frowned slightly: “You’re just an ordinary disciple of San Ying Gate. The Geng family is a local power—why fear you so much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were another gang, it’d be unclear—but San Ying Gate’s status in Puluozhou is different. Even families like the He or Lu clans must show full respect to San Ying Gate members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Manager Yu sent someone to inquire—probably the fabric shop will open soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Qi, I don’t care how that man-woman repays you, but you must take these pills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t lack pills: “Keep them yourself—save more time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang shook his head: “I can’t use them—I can’t reach the next level. Eating them would be wasted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can’t you reach the next level?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang sighed: “My digestive system’s a bit too small—I just don’t have enough capacity. Iron Seal Zhang Liuge said he’d get me some Qingwei Powder—it works.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng knew the medicine—it wasn’t rare in Yaowanggou: “Isn’t Qingwei Powder everywhere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ordinary Qingwei Powder—Zhang Liuge says this one enlarges the stomach and intestines. If I take it for a while, maybe I’ll reach the next level. If not, I’ll accept my fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting awhile, Li Banfeng rose to leave. Xiaopang held out the pills: “Brother Qi, you must take these.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “If you won’t take them, sell them for money. Also, investigate Qingwei Powder further—don’t get tricked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng put on his hat and reached the door, when Xiaopang suddenly asked: “Brother Qi, have you heard? Jiang Xiang’s dance hall was blown up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng feigned ignorance: “What dance hall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang paused, then said: “Brother Qi, was that you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled faintly: “What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang immediately bowed his head: “Brother Qi, forget I asked. I owe you my life—it’s yours. Whenever you need me, I’ll give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Life is only one—keep it safe,” Li Banfeng said, then left Xiaopang’s courtyard. Xiaopang saw him off to the gate, watching his figure vanish, filled with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was definitely Brother Qi’s doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Brother Qi had such ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d follow Brother Qi for life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qi, if I want to see you again, where should I find you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought a moment, then looked at the old locust tree in Xiaopang’s courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tree was unusual—whether windy or still, it always rustled incessantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang rarely noticed, but Li Banfeng paid close attention: “If you want to see me, pluck three leaves from this tree and stick them to the front of the baozi shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaopang blinked: “There are many locust trees at the baozi shop—leaves might stick to the wall by accident. What if you misunderstand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—you won’t misunderstand.” Li Banfeng looked again at the locust tree, lifted his hat slightly in salute, then put it on and left Xiaopang’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the locust tree was a woman in a green long dress, her entire body covered in emerald flames, nearly clinging to every leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaves stained with ghostfire were rare—Li Banfeng wouldn’t mistake them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Li Banfeng walking away and felt a stench of blood clinging to him, making her afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked again at Little Fatty, who had already laid out his bedding and was preparing to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, the Jiangxiang Gang surrendered so quickly; Li Banfeng felt refreshed, walking down the streets of Yaowanggou’s inner alley, as if the road had widened considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Extra! Extra! Xianle Dance Hall blown up—suspected act of Jia Quansheng! Jia family’s young master brutally gouged eyes and ripped out heart, corpse left on street—feuds of the Jianghu, when will they end!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newsboy’s cry caught Li Banfeng’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Quansheng did it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How dare Jia Quansheng blow up the Xianle Dance Hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jiangxiang Gang actually made this waste take the blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng bought a newspaper and flipped through the news with a pleasant mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really over?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this a bit too fast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five days later, Li Banfeng saw three locust tree leaves outside the bun shop—leaves glowing with ghostfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liuzhe’s promised Stomach-Cleansing Powder had arrived; after Little Fatty swallowed it, he felt his stomach and intestines had expanded by a full size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On that day, Zhang Liuzhe reserved a banquet at the bun shop to invite everyone to witness Food Cultivator Qin Tianjiu ascending to the next level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, several of Zhang Liuzhe’s men arrived, along with several familiar shopkeepers from the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Little Fatty never intended such a grand affair—he only wanted to treat Li Banfeng and Zhang Liuzhe to drinks, then find a quiet spot and finish twenty jin of buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Liuzhe refused, insisting on putting on a show for Little Fatty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general store’s Manager Feng arrived: “Manager Qin, congratulations, congratulations!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, you’re too early—I haven’t even…” Little Fatty was still explaining when the shopkeeper from Qingwen Pharmacy came over to offer his felicitations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan didn’t come, but Wang Xuejiao from the Yu family cloth shop arrived: “Manager Qin, our shopkeeper went out to procure goods and couldn’t return today—I’ve brought her regards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Going out to procure goods” was a euphemism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Nan was still in Xindi and hadn’t dared return to Ligou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng walked over to Wang Xuejiao and asked softly: “Did you get it done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xuejiao blushed: “Seventh Master, are you talking about the wedding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you marrying? I mean Master Yao’s matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done,” Wang Xuejiao slipped the yellow paper quietly into Li Banfeng’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more guests gathered, Qin Little Fatty, face grim, said to Zhang Liuzhe: “Sixth Brother, what do we do now? So many people here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liuzhe ignored the chubby boy, exchanged pleasantries with the guests, then shouted: “Serve the dishes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bun shop had never hosted such a grand banquet; many dishes were prepared by other restaurants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a full table of hearty dishes arrived; Little Fatty looked distressed: “Brother, I just want buns—it’s not the time for all this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liuzhe grabbed Qin Little Fatty’s hand and shouted to all: “I’ve lived in Yaowanggou most of my life; before these neighbors, I’ve earned a little face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, I’ve laid out this humble feast to bolster my brother’s courage as he ascends his threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m staking my old reputation on this table—if my brother fails today, I’ll never show my face on Ligou’s streets again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Fatty turned pale: “Sixth Brother, why say that? I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All guests cheered in unison; Zhang Liuzhe slammed the table: “The auspicious hour has arrived, brother—eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under everyone’s gaze, Qin Little Fatty began to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he ate only buns, not daring to drink even a sip, fearing it would take up space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished more than half the buns, someone from San Ying Men handed him a chicken leg: “Brother, try this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Fatty sucked the meat off the bone—the greasiness instantly killed his appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liuzhe snatched the leg away and kicked one of his men: “Who the hell told you to interfere!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every hearty dish on the table wasn’t meant to be eaten—it was meant to be seen, to stimulate appetite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Fatty had to consume twenty jin of food within one hour: too oily was forbidden, too dry was forbidden, too salty was forbidden, spicy or bitter even more so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only buns were suitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, Little Fatty had devoured sixteen jin of buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, this was his limit; one more bun and he’d vomit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, he had to eat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he’d taken the Stomach-Cleansing Powder—he believed his stomach had grown large enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, with so many watching, he couldn’t back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third, Sixth Brother Zhang had staked his honor on this, and Li Banfeng was watching—he’d risk his life to finish these twenty jin of buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seventeen jin, Little Fatty’s face turned pale; Zhang Liuzhe urged him: “Brother, grit your teeth—keep going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guests cheered: “Master Qin, you’re amazing, a true hero!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Fatty, eat like your life depends on it—San Ying Men doesn’t produce cowards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eighteen jin, his face turned from pale to flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone cried out in approval:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Nine has recovered!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, excellent! Just two more jin to go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liuzhe’s expression turned grim; he murmured: “This is bad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng beside him asked: “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Food cultivators nourish blood through food—this boy’s blood and qi are too strong; he can’t hold it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Sha La’s blood and qi are at their peak—combining two chapters. Are you satisfied now? Leave comments for Sha La! Vote for Sha La!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2372,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2e08fc15392606b25d108334e24720bcef063d06c220389002a37604676ce13c","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-85","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-83",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]