[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-849":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},2291147,4478,"Chapter 849","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-849",849,"\u003Cp>“Boss, what you just said was too convoluted—you said you’re not of my Dao sect, yet you’re my disciple; I simply can’t make sense of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I created Electric Cultivation myself; all my disciples are Electric Cultivators—how could there be any new tricks here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping looked at Li Banfeng with an innocent expression, as if his thoughts contained serious logical flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt there were no flaws: “Are all your disciples Electric Cultivators? Are there no Sick Cultivators among them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping vigorously denied: “Where would I get Sick Cultivator disciples? I’m from Waizhou; before coming to Puluozhou, I didn’t even know what Sick Cultivation was—I never even heard of the founder, Green Flower Zi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiu’er picked up on the hint and quickly helped Li Banfeng press the point: “Yuan Miss is right—anyone who hasn’t been to Puluozhou hasn’t heard much of Green Flower Zi’s name; if you’ve heard his name, you’ve likely been to Puluozhou before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I haven’t come for the first time—” Yuan Miaoping hesitated, then turned to Jiu’er, “Jiu’er-sis, haven’t I helped you plenty when General Hong bullied you? Isn’t it inappropriate for you to betray me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiu’er gave her a reproachful look: “Yuan Miss, I’m defending you. When you first created Electric Cultivation, if this were your first time in Puluozhou, you wouldn’t have known Green Flower Zi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I truly didn’t know him!” Yuan Miaoping flicked her bangs aside. “Later, when I heard his name, I never met him. I pursue new-age art and individuality—I had zero contact with that beggar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “You don’t need to have known Green Flower Zi—just having had contact with the previous Sick Cultivator is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping frowned: “Boss, how can you be so certain I’m a Sick Cultivator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guessed,” Li Banfeng said. “At Wuyouping, I found it strange: Jiu’er and my wife went to great lengths, making elaborate preparations to pin down the enemy army, yet you, with Ji, made little preparation and still managed to pin them down—I found that odd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping smiled: “What’s odd about that? It’s visual art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Yuan Miaoping glanced at the projector and deliberately winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projector agreed: “The charm of visual art is boundless—I love studying art with Miss Yuan—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady punched the projector: “Which side are you on? Do you even know what’s being discussed? Can’t you see our boss is doing serious business? Go sit in the corner and reflect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projector hadn’t understood Li Banfeng’s intentions at all, and Yuan Miaoping felt deeply wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, there’s a misunderstanding. That day, we were just forced into it—we saw you were in trouble, so we fought the enemy army.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you think I did wrong, I’ll never lift a finger in battle again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “I never thought you were wrong. Neither was the battle, nor was Cui Tike’s affair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cui Tike? What did I do to him?” Yuan Miaoping bit her finger, thinking for a long time. “I heard this foreigner was powerful, but I don’t think I ever met him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded slightly: “Not knowing him doesn’t matter—is the Inner American radio station still operational?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Inner America has a radio station?” Yuan Miaoping stared in surprise. “There’s such a thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady sneered: “Girl, now you’re being stubborn. Inner America’s situation is much like Puluozhou—radio signals rely on Electric Cultivation methods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Radio stations must’ve been founded by Electric Cultivators; to establish one, you’d have to give permission. If you claim you didn’t even know about Inner America’s radio, that’s absurd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping shook her head: “Inner America has no Electric Cultivators—I suspect they used some kind of witchcraft to mimic Electric Cultivation effects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady crouched before Yuan Miaoping: “I’ve seen Inner American witchcraft—but never anything resembling Electric Cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping sneered: “That’s because you’re inexperienced. Do you even know how many kinds of witchcraft exist in Inner America?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady didn’t back down: “Inner America has over a thousand kinds of witchcraft—I lived there a long time and have seen them all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Nü looked at Fifth Lady in astonishment: “You’ve been to Inner America?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady rolled her eyes: “Who’s like you, holed up at home and forcing others to stay too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuan Miaoping, I’m saying this plainly—if Inner America has a radio station, you built it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping looked at Fifth Lady and spat her gum to the side: “Lai Wuju, are you deliberately picking a fight with me today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady nodded: “You’re right—I’ve long wanted to confront you. If not for your idea, Tian Nü wouldn’t have taken my last bit of flesh to make the fake Honglian!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping frowned: “You didn’t lose out—without the fake Honglian leaving, how would your soul have escaped?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady’s gentle demeanor vanished; she grabbed Yuan Miaoping’s antenna: “After my soul escaped, I was captured by the Peddler—that was all your design!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of electricity shot up the antenna, forcing Fifth Lady to let go. Yuan Miaoping sneered: “Who is the Peddler? Why would he follow my designs? You’re useless—you went out and walked straight into his hands. How is that my fault?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao leapt between them and shouted: “We’re all family—don’t damage harmony! As the saying goes, a lamp won’t shine unless lit, truth won’t be clear unless debated. On my honor, let’s lay out all old debts today and settle them fairly—don’t let resentment fester inside you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiu’er praised: “Ah Dao speaks wisely—speak clearly, we’ll listen well!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Xue Zhongbai brought out chilled fruits, candied treats, sunflower seeds, and pastries; the wine gourd and old teapot filled cups with wine and tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family watched Yuan Miaoping and Fifth Lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady’s face twisted in anguish; Yuan Miaoping’s expression was filled with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, why is everyone targeting me? What have I done wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “You haven’t done anything wrong—I just want to know: are you truly a Sick Cultivator disciple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady said: “I suspect she is. I’ve seen her steal vital energy. The statues frequently appearing on TV are numerous, and no one ever questions their origins. People do feel awe when they see them—but some of that awe is excessive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I once saw people screaming wildly at their TV screens—not just one, but crowds. Afterward, they forgot why they screamed, even forgot what they’d seen. Their condition clearly showed infection by some disease!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping ate another piece of gum: “Sis, you’re outdated. Have you ever watched a ball game? So many people scream at screens—do you think they’re all sick?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady shook her head: “It’s not just ball games—many other programs too. They screamed when they shouldn’t have.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And at Wuyouping, among ten thousand Totem troops, how many Watch Cultivators were there? Even Huan Wuchang might not have fooled them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why was your illusion so effective? They were clearly infected by some visually transmitted disease.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visually transmitted disease was one of Cui Tike’s major research topics—and one of his signature achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this topic was connected to Yuan Miaoping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping’s eyes welled with tears: “Boss, you heard her—she’s dragging this up again. I’ve done great deeds—could I really have done something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head: “I never said you were wrong. I still owe you a great reward for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What follows is my speculation—if I’m wrong, ignore me. If I’m right, tell me the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping bit her lip: “Boss, say what you want—I believe you’d never wrong me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said: “You’re the sole disciple of the Sick Cultivation lineage, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng continued: “You’re not from Waizhou. When you cultivated Sick Cultivation in Puluozhou, your body was eaten by your disciple—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the tradition of Sick Cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your soul survived and transferred into this television. Since then, you created Electric Cultivation and spread it beyond Puluozhou, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping glanced left and right, still silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things, she didn’t want to say publicly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Man!” Li Banfeng called to Suishenju. “Find us another place to talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng and Yuan Miaoping vanished instantly. Tang Dao panicked: “Old Man, we’re settling family affairs—you won’t let us hear the full story? Our judgment won’t be fair! The household won’t stay harmonious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifth Lady nodded: “Exactly! Only when things are clear can the family be harmonious. Old Man, if you won’t show yourself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just tell me which room they’re in—I’ll open a window for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The projector flashed its lens: “Opening a window is essential. A man and woman alone in a room, unsupervised—inevitably, they’ll do something artistic. These acts must be recorded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao, Fifth Lady, and the projector searched room after room. Just as they reached the Seventh Room, a bookshelf collapsed, crushing the projector and Tang Dao. Fifth Lady instantly pressed herself against the wall, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gloves sneered: “You really thought Old Man couldn’t stop you? Foolish, reckless fools—you’ve clearly been beaten too little!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Room Twenty-Eight, Yuan Miaoping looked at Li Banfeng: “Boss, you’re impressive. Your deductions are accurate—you’ve clearly uncovered some clues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But one thing you got wrong: I didn’t create Electric Cultivation after being eaten. Before I was eaten, Electric Cultivation was already advanced—far beyond Sick Cultivation’s achievements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puluozhou has no history. Over time, the concept of time blurs. Everyone remembers Electric Cultivation as a new sect—but few know exactly when it was born.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Electric Cultivation’s true origin predates most Puluozhou residents’ knowledge—by a great deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, thinking of Puluozhou’s past, Li Banfeng himself felt fuzzy about time—some events had no reference point: “Did you become a Sick Cultivator first, or create Electric Cultivation first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping blew a bubble: “I became a Sick Cultivator first. Then, using Sick Cultivation’s perception and control abilities, I created Electric Cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though Sick Cultivation came earlier, I advanced rapidly in Electric Cultivation. My Sick Cultivation base was still at ground level, while my Electric Cultivation had already reached the clouds. This created a serious problem: my disciples didn’t live as long as I did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng raised an eyebrow: “Is that a serious problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping nodded: “Yes—for Sick Cultivation, it’s critical. Sick Cultivation is a single-line lineage. I ate my master to become the heir. Now, my disciple can’t eat me—he won’t outlive me, and he can’t defeat me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I live forever, Sick Cultivation will die with me. I won’t advance it—I lack the talent. For the next hundred years, there will be no heir, no evolution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I chose the right moment to transfer my soul into a new vessel, leaving my body to my disciple—thus, Sick Cultivation continued its lineage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded: “Just this decision shows you truly loved Sick Cultivation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I loved it!” Yuan Miaoping said solemnly. “I’ve always believed Sick Cultivation is Puluozhou’s most powerful sect. I firmly believed it would one day become the key to saving Puluozhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“History proved me right. I sacrificed myself to preserve Sick Cultivation—and that choice was correct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I admire you. You uncovered many hidden truths from the past. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met—Tian Nü, A Yu, Lai Wuju—all of them are less than a ten-thousandth as wise as you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng waved his hands: “Don’t flatter me. Smart? I still have much to learn from you. The Inner American radio station was truly founded by you, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was founded by me!” Yuan Miaoping didn’t deny it. “To spread Electric Cultivation, Puluozhou alone was too limited. In this environment where electric power is restricted, for the sect’s survival, I had to expand its reach. I made a specific plan:”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet!” Li Banfeng interrupted. “Besides Inner America, where else have you spread Electric Cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanshengzhou, the Land of Sleep, Forlheim, the Land of Warm Sun—anywhere I could reach, I brought disciples. Even the eleven planets of Neizhou—I’ll extend the radio stations there too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping’s achievements stunned Li Banfeng. He asked: “So you have precise knowledge of all these regions’ movements?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping thought carefully: “Movements exist—but their value is limited. Like Puluozhou: high-level secrets are rarely known by the radio; instead, it tracks daily matters—rice, oil, salt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But daily matters aren’t useless. The more you watch and listen, the more you learn. Everyone says: among the eleven states and three thousand nations, under equal conditions, Puluozhou has the strongest individual combat power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet given the right place and time, with full use of their skills, some regions can rival Puluozhou’s individual strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And some places have unique customs—observe, learn, and eventually you become indistinguishable from the locals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng nodded repeatedly: “Not just indistinguishable—you can become their protective deity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping replied humbly: “Boss, you must mean Cui Tike’s homeland. Those titles were accidental, unworthy of mention.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I did give them real help—when rain was too heavy or too little, when pests or wildfires struck, I warned them. They called me a deity—of their own accord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But some of their actions were too cruel. Cui Tike’s affair pushed me beyond endurance—I secretly transmitted the entry essentials of Sick Cultivation to him, giving him a chance at revenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they did some things too cruel—Cui Ti’s incident was the last straw; I used certain means to pass on the basic essentials of Jin Xiu cultivation to him, giving him a chance to seek revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!” Li Banfeng had been waiting for this moment. “What method did you use to transmit the foundational teachings of Disease Cultivation to Cui Ti? The transmission of Disease Cultivation requires consuming the flesh of the previous generation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping nodded. “Yes, there was indeed flesh there. I buried a piece of meat on that mountain in advance, waiting for someone destined to eat it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stared at Yuan Miaoping without expression. The room fell silent for over a minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping watched Li Banfeng cautiously. “Boss, you don’t believe me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said, “Of all the places in America, you specifically chose that mountain. The destined one went nowhere else—only that mountain. [106] Isn’t that a little too convenient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that a bit too coincidental?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping exhaled slowly. “You suspect this? Let me tell you: when I first went to America, I deliberately picked that village to promote the radio. [108] But you know, radios normally only transmit between Qi Cultivators. That village had no Qi Cultivators and no Qi artifacts. I had no hardware to promote the radio, so I cut off a piece of my own flesh and buried it on that mountain. [109] With that flesh, I had the hardware. Only then could the village receive the radio. Later, when Cui Ti was trapped on the mountain, I told him to dig up and eat that piece of flesh—and that’s how he became a Disease Cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you know, radios normally only transmit between Wu Xiu; that village had no Wu Xiu and no radio magic treasures. To promote the radio, I lacked sufficient hardware, so I cut off a piece of my own flesh and buried it on that mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that piece of flesh, it was as if I had installed hardware—the village could then receive the radio. Later, when Cui Ti was trapped on the mountain, I had him dig up and eat that flesh, and that’s how he became a Bing Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought for a moment. “You built radios in so many places. At each one, you had to cut off a piece of flesh. How much flesh do you have? Enough for all that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping waved her arm. “When I still had a body, I was quite robust!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng still didn’t believe her. “How big a piece did you leave to turn Cui Ti into a Disease Cultivator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping gestured with her hand. “It was substantial—at least two catties. He ate it all. Not a scrap left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He ate it all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng said, “I heard people in the village were still listening to the radio after Cui Ti returned. If the flesh was all eaten, where did the radio signal come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping bit her lip and smiled. “Maybe he saved a little bit—bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng tapped the table with a feather duster, pointing it at Yuan Miaoping. “Rephrase that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping paused, then said, “Actually, I originally kept an extra piece of flesh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng lowered the duster and smiled at her. “You just said you didn’t have enough flesh to cut—and now you kept an extra piece?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping finally told the truth: “Actually, inheriting Disease Cultivation doesn’t necessarily require flesh. That’s the insight I gained after losing my body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng set the duster aside. “If not flesh, then what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the disease focus,” Yuan Miaoping explained. “When the previous Disease Cultivator’s disease focus was consumed, it formed the condition for the Dao’s transmission. But the success rate of such infection is extremely low, so the entire body must be eaten to guarantee success. [124] After I lost my body, years of research revealed the disease focus doesn’t need flesh to spread. I extracted it by another method and transmitted it to Cui Ti, successfully turning him into a Disease Cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was it refined, and how was it transmitted to Cui Ti?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you extract it from? And how did you transmit it to Cui Ti?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I extracted it from my Disease Cultivator disciples. My Qi Cultivator disciples delivered it. I have Qi Cultivator disciples scattered throughout Pulu Province, and many in inner America. They specifically delivered the disease focus to Cui Ti, and he became a Disease Cultivator disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was astonished. “You mobilized so many people just for Cui Ti?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping swore solemnly. “Cui Ti is the most promising heir I chose for Disease Cultivation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was even more astonished. “He was only a teenager then. How could you tell he was so promising?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I could!” Yuan Miaoping said with intense seriousness. “He had extraordinary talent, was diligent, had lofty ideals, acted grounded, had a gentle personality, respected his masters, was courteous—‘promise’ was written all over his face—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe!” Li Banfeng laughed happily. He picked up the feather duster again. “Why is it so hard for you to tell the truth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m telling the truth—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll ask you one more time: how did you deliver the disease focus to Cui Ti?” Li Banfeng’s smile grew even broader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, calm down!” Yuan Miaoping gritted her teeth. “I did leave something on that mountain—but it wasn’t flesh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you leave?” Li Banfeng asked, still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I left a television,” Yuan Miaoping wiped sweat from her forehead. “Boss, I never intended to tell anyone this. [137] I left dozens of televisions in inner America. Wherever there was a television, the radio signal could be received. That’s how I promoted the radio.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I left dozens of televisions in Nei Amikan; wherever there was a television, the radio signal could be received—that’s how I promoted the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t change the subject. How did a television transmit the disease focus?” Li Banfeng kept rubbing the feather duster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping no longer hid anything: “As Wu Wuju said, some disease focuses can spread visually. The transmission method of Disease Cultivation [140] can indeed spread visually. I made Cui Ti watch TV programs for several days straight. Then he became infected with the disease focus—and became a Disease Cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could also spread visually—I had Cui Ti watch TV programs for several days straight, and then he became infected with the pathogen and became a Bing Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng opened his mouth, blinked, and asked, “So you could turn anyone into a Disease Cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping sniffed and shook her head. “I never even considered such a thing—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the feather duster. Yuan Miaoping closed her eyes, waiting for the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t strike her. He carefully used the feather duster to dust her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Miaoping felt deeply uneasy. “Boss, you—you’re doing what? I can’t accept this—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can. You’re my senior. It’s my duty to care for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words were Li Banfeng’s true heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drops of sweat slowly slid down Li Banfeng’s cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his ear, the Suishenju sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Qi, how many ruthless people do we already have? And now you’ve brought in this divine being—can we still control it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Maybe we should ask the peddler how he kept these people in check.\u003C\u002Fp>",3413,"2026-06-20T03:43:18.603Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f2fd75a8bb0560e9f838b1d227ee2e548653cb58e7574f4f1d34bf5ad57871eb","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-850","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-848",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]