Chapter 85

Qin Xiaopang Qin's blood energy was too strong; he couldn't hold it.

The principle was very simple.

Food cultivators can rapidly convert food into the nutrients needed by the body, and a large portion of the nutrients will be converted into new blood.

If it were an older food cultivator, their blood-forming function would be slow, and there wouldn't be any problems.

Qin Xiaopang's blood-forming function was good, and the food conversion was too fast, which caused a problem instead. He was going to burst a blood vessel!

Zhang Zhang Liuze had seen food cultivators die from ruptured blood vessels before; he should have made preparations early.

But that was over twenty years ago, and Zhang Zhang Liuze hadn't remembered it for a moment.

"Brother, stop eating for now!" Zhang Zhang Liuze stopped Qin Xiaopang first and turned to his men: "Go catch some leeches from the pond."

"What are you catching that for?"

"Don't ask, damn it, hurry up!"

Just as Zhang Zhang Liuze finished ordering his men, he saw Qin Xiaopang still eating buns non-stop.

"Brother, didn't I tell you to stop eating?" Zhang Zhang Liuze held Qin Xiaopang tightly.

Qin Xiaopang gasped for air and said: "Brother Six, in front of these people today, even if I die, I have to stuff these twenty catties of buns in."

"I can't control you, damn it!" Zhang Zhang Liuze pressed Qin Xiaopang into the chair, and the people around discussed it heatedly.

"What's going on?"

"The food cultivator has rushed his blood energy; he can't eat anymore, or he'll lose his life."

"Look at how red his face is; it's probably too late now. The food in his stomach has turned into blood; if it's not released, he's done for!"

"Isn't letting blood easy? Just cut him once."

"You think this is killing someone? It's not that easy! His blood energy is extremely strong; if the cut is too big, he'll spray blood and die, and if the cut is too small, not much blood will flow out before it clots itself.

Who can judge this heat? If I gave you the knife now, would you dare to cut him? Even a medical cultivator with a level might not have this skill."

"Brother Six did the right thing; leeches are the only thing that can be of use now."

The crowd discussed it heatedly, and Qin Xiaopang's face turned from red to purple.

Zhang Zhang Liuze's eyes were red: "Where the hell did they go? I told them to catch a few leeches, and they haven't caught any after all this time!"

Even if they caught the leeches now, it would be too late.

Qin Xiaopang didn't even dare to move; if any critical blood vessel ruptured, he would lose his life.

Li Li Banfeng walked behind Qin Xiaopang, took off his suit jacket to cover his right hand, and lowered his voice: "Brother, bear with it."

After speaking, Li Li Banfeng took out the Blood-Containing Pendulum and poked it into Qin Qin Tianjiu's spine.

The pendulum turned from bright silver to red, from red to purple, and from purple to deep black.

Li Li Banfeng heard the sound of the pendulum.

"Master, I can't eat anymore."

When he pulled out the pendulum, the blood color on Qin Xiaopang's face receded.

Qin Qin Xiaopang's blood pressure had been drained by the Blood-Containing Pendulum.

Li Li Banfeng put away the pendulum and looked at Qin Qin Xiaopang's wound.

The wound was only two centimeters, the blood clotted quickly, and it wasn't a big problem.

Qin Xiaopang sat and rested for a while, and his complexion gradually improved.

Zhang Zhang Liuze was still nervous; he didn't know what method Li Li Banfeng had used, nor was he sure if Qin Qin Xiaopang was really okay.

Zhong Zhong Desong, manager of the Qingtang Teahouse, had someone brew a pot of tea and brought it to Qin Xiaopang: "Ninth Master, drink a cup of tea to smooth your energy."

Qin Qin Tianjiu waved his hand: "No tea; my stomach isn't too settled."

Zhong Zhong Desong placed the teacup aside and looked at the wound on Qin Qin Xiaopang's back.

Li Li Banfeng had used his jacket to block the pendulum just now, but he still couldn't escape his eyes.

This action caught Li Li Banfeng's attention, and he asked Manager Feng in a low voice: "Who is this?"

"Zhong Zhong Desong of Qingtang Teahouse; you should know him." Manager Feng smiled meaningfully at Li Li Banfeng, and Li Li Banfeng remembered this person.

This person had appeared on Manager Feng's list.

Zhong Zhong Desong!

The sage of the Jiang Xiang Gang's Medicine Yao Yao Wang Tang's Second Rudder, second-layer arduous cultivator Zhong Zhong Desong.

Today was Qin Xiaopang's big day; why would he invite someone from the Jiang Xiang Gang?

This was something Li Li Banfeng didn't know the inside story of.

Most of the guests today were invited by Zhang Zhang Liuze, and Zhong Zhong Desong was one of them.

Zhang Zhang Liuze knew that Qin Qin Xiaopang and the Jiang Xiang Gang had a grudge, but there was no grudge between Zhang Zhang Liuze and Zhong Zhong Desong, and the two had a pretty good friendship.

This was also to find a step for Qin Xiaopang, to try to resolve the grudge in the future and not let things get to the point of life and death.

Qin Xiaopang sat for a while, looked at Zhang Zhang Liuze, and said after pondering for a moment: "Brother Six, my stomach is uncomfortable."

"You ate too fast; you'll be fine once you slow down. Don't be angry that you didn't reach the next level this time; next time we..." Zhang Zhang Liuze was just about to comfort Qin Qin Xiaopang when he saw Qin Xiaopang reach for the buns.

"I think I'm hungry."

"Hungry?" Zhang Zhang Liuze was puzzled.

Being hungry was normal.

The buns Qin Xiaopang ate had turned into blood.

The blood had been sucked away by the pendulum, and under the stimulation, the conversion of food was accelerated, so Qin Xiaopang was truly hungry.

Zhang Zhang Liuze shouted: "Who has a watch? Is the time up?"

There was an alarm clock on the manager's table: "Sixth Master, there's still a quarter of an hour left!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiaopang grabbed the buns and stuffed them into his mouth.

In less than ten minutes, all the buns were in his stomach.

Qin Xiaopang was afraid it wouldn't be stable, grabbed a roast chicken, and stuffed it into his stomach in a few bites.

"Brother Six, is it enough?"

Zhang Zhang Liuze wasn't sure; cultivation wasn't visible, and he wasn't sure if Qin Xiaopang had reached the next level: "Brother, what do you think yourself?"

Qin Qin Xiaopang moved his shoulders and neck, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, both shoulders expanded by a circle visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't just his shoulders; his waist, abdomen, thighs, and forearms grew synchronously. Except for his height, all visible parts of Qin Xiaopang's body grew, and his figure was much rounder than before.

Zhang Zhang Liuze laughed loudly: "Brother, you made it; I also grew a circle when I was your age!"

Qin Xiaopang was happy, and everyone celebrated together. At this moment, Zhang Zhang Liuze remembered the stranger who had just saved Qin Xiaopang.

Zhang Zhang Liuze came close to Li Li Banfeng and asked in a low voice: "Friend, what method did you use just now?"

"Ancestral medical skills, not convenient to disclose," Li Li Banfeng smiled and changed the subject, "Brother Six, what's the deal with that Stomach-Clearing Powder? I want some too to regulate my stomach."

Zhang Zhang Liuze couldn't help but laugh: "Friend, I won't lie to you; that Stomach-Clearing Powder was bought at a street pharmacy and has no miraculous effect at all. I gave it to Qin Xiaopang to give him courage."

Li Li Banfeng couldn't help but laugh; it was exactly as he had thought.

This banquet lasted until dawn.

Li Li Banfeng left early.

No one noticed when he came, and no one knew when he left.

This was the strength of a second-layer residential cultivator; most of the people present didn't have enough cultivation and ignored Li Li Banfeng's existence.

But one person didn't ignore him.

Li Li Banfeng was walking in a small alley, intending to find a quiet place to open the Leaving Suishenju, when he suddenly felt danger approaching.

He turned his head abruptly and saw a man walking slowly into the alley entrance.

The man was about fifty years old, wearing a long gown and a flat-topped round hat, holding a teapot in his hand, walking toward Li Li Banfeng with a smile.

"Qin Qin Tianjiu calls you Seventh Brother, and the clerk at the Yu Family Cloth Shop also mentioned a Seventh Master. You should be that Li Qi, right?"

Li Li Banfeng didn't answer, but instead asked: "Manager Zhong, what advice do you have?"

The person who came was the manager of Qingtang Teahouse, the sage of the Jiang Xiang Gang's Medicine Yao Yao Wang Tang's Second Rudder, second-layer arduous cultivator Zhong Zhong Desong.

Zhong Zhong Desong held the teapot in his palm, looked at Li Li Banfeng, and smiled slightly: "Advice is not the word; I just want to invite Seventh Master to have a cup of tea. Does Seventh Master want to go to my teahouse, or shall we have a cup right here?"

Li Li Banfeng shook his head: "It's so late, I won't drink tea. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. Thank you for your kindness."

Zhong Zhong Desong still held the teapot in his palm, gently stroking the lid and spout, and the tea that was originally quiet slowly began to boil:

"Seventh Master is ruthless; you burned down the Geng Family Pharmacy, and now that you've come to me, you don't even dare drink a cup of tea?"

Li Li Banfeng put his hands in his pockets, confirming the position of every weapon: "Manager Zhong, I don't know where you heard the news, but the Geng family and I have no dealings, and their pharmacy being burned has nothing to do with me."

Zhong Zhong Desong sneered: "A real man stands tall and upright; if you dared to do it, why don't you dare to admit it? Geng Geng Zhiwei deserved to die, and I don't intend to ask about that.

As for the Xianle Dance Hall, it's our gang's property. I suspect you did that too, but the gang won't let me ask, so I won't ask.

But there is one thing I must ask you: did you kill Old Mother Han from Changliu Village and her two sons?"

Changliu Village?

That old woman's family?

That old woman's surname was Han?

He almost forgot; she was also a member of the Jiang Xiang Gang.

Was Zhong Zhong Desong here to avenge her?

"You've mistaken me for someone else; I've never been to Changliu Village. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Li Li Banfeng turned to leave.

Zhong Zhong Desong swung the teapot, and the tea inside flowed onto the ground, and boiling tea water gushed out from the ground.

What kind of magic was this?

Li Li Banfeng leaped up, jumped onto the wall, and dodged the hot water at his feet.

He wanted to jump into the courtyard of a residential house to shake off Zhong Zhong Desong.

But Li Li Banfeng couldn't jump in; an invisible wall blocked the courtyard, blocked the alley entrance, and covered the sky, turning the entire alley into a sealed space.

The hot water was still gushing, and the water level was getting higher and higher. The temperature had long exceeded that of boiling water, even hotter than molten iron.

Li Li Banfeng stood on the wall, leaning against the invisible wall, ready to fall into the hot water at any moment.

He tilted his ear and listened carefully, vaguely hearing an old voice speaking.

"Come, come warm up with me; you two come together!"

It was the teapot in Zhong Zhong Desong's hand; the teapot was talking.

The hot water at his feet didn't come from Zhong Zhong Desong's magic, but from this teapot. Li Li Banfeng heard the spiritual sound of the teapot; this was a magic treasure.

Such a powerful magic treasure; was this something a second-layer cultivator could control?

But this magic treasure seemed to have flaws. Li Li Banfeng saw Zhong Zhong Desong also jump onto the wall, leaning against the invisible wall, dodging the hot water at his feet.

The teapot was attacking indiscriminately; whether it was hot water or walls, the attacks on Li Li Banfeng and Zhong Zhong Desong were the same.

But the effect of the attack was very different.

The scorching steam rolled back and forth in the sealed space, and Li Li Banfeng began to sweat.

Zhong Zhong Desong wasn't sweating, his expression calm; he could endure pain, pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

This was a magic treasure built specifically for arduous cultivators.

This magic treasure could create harsh environments, which had a huge impact on other paths, but very little impact on arduous cultivators.

Li Li Banfeng raised his eyebrows: "Manager Zhong, what is this for? Are you trying to die with me?"

Zhong Zhong Desong shook his head and smiled: "We won't die together; I can endure this pain, but you can't. You're a residential cultivator, right?"

Li Li Banfeng's heart tightened. Many people could see he was a traveling cultivator because the characteristics of traveling cultivators were relatively obvious.

But Zhong Zhong Desong didn't see that Li Li Banfeng was a traveling cultivator; instead, he saw he was a residential cultivator.

How did he see that?

Zhong Zhong Desong stroked the teapot in his hand and smiled softly: "Old Mother Han had a treasure in her house, which was that grandfather clock. Others couldn't see that it was a treasure, but I knew the mystery inside; it was actually Old Mother Han's residential spirit.

That pendulum in your hand is from that grandfather clock; I recognize it.

You were able to kill Old Mother Han in her residence and take away her residential spirit; I imagine only a residential cultivator would have such ability."

So he didn't see it; he deduced it.

Zhong Zhong Desong walked along the wall, stroking the teapot, slowly toward Li Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, you were able to kill Old Mother Han's family, proving your cultivation isn't low, but looking at your age, you're at most a second-layer.

A second-layer residential cultivator—if you had just come out of your residence, I really wouldn't dare to fight you. But I've calculated: from the time you entered the bun shop until now, it's been three hours.

Your residence should be nearby. Once you enter your residence, I'll be even less of a match for you, but on this piece of land, you won't live past tonight.

Do you feel hot? Do you feel like you're about to be steamed? Residential cultivators are used to comfort in their residences and can't endure suffering. In this place of pain, you have no power to fight."

Zhong Zhong Desong knew residential cultivators very well; he knew residential cultivators weren't suitable for fighting in harsh environments.

He wanted to kill Li Li Banfeng, and he was very well prepared for this battle.

The wall was very narrow, very wet, and very slippery. For a normal person, let alone walking, even standing in place was very difficult.

But Zhong Zhong Desong walked every step very steadily, and the face that originally had a smile gradually became ferocious:

"Tell me, how did you kill Old Mother Han? And how did you kill her two sons?"

Li Li Banfeng was surprised: "Why do you care so much about Old Mother Han? Is she your wife?"

"If she really were, how good that would be." Zhong Zhong Desong didn't deny it; he had true feelings for Old Mother Han, but unfortunately, Old Mother Han had never given him a chance.

"What did you see in that old woman?"

"Everything about her was good; she was a good person!"

That old woman was a good person?

What was this old man thinking?

This was true love!

Seeing him walk closer and closer, Li Li Banfeng moved his feet, seemingly about to retreat.

Zhong Zhong Desong laughed twice: "Don't move around, absolutely don't move around. This wall is very slippery; if you're not careful, you'll fall into the water. Once you fall in, you won't even have a bone left.

In this pool of tea water, I've killed six second-layer cultivators, killed two third-layer cultivators, and seriously injured one fourth-layer cultivator. Do you think you can run away?

I can walk on the wall, but you can't. I can walk on any difficult road; I can fight here, but you can't, because I can endure any suffering.

If you don't believe me, you can try walking a few steps forward. If you want to be boiled alive, I won't stop you. If you want to die quickly, answer my question honestly: how did you kill Old Mother Han's family, and how exactly are you..."

Bang!

Li Li Banfeng sprinted all the way, rushed to the front, and kicked Zhong Zhong Desong.

Zhong Zhong Desong staggered and almost fell.

In his astonishment, Li Li Banfeng twisted his wrist and snatched the teapot.

Zhong Zhong Desong was shocked and wanted to pull Li Li Banfeng into the hot water with him.

He could persist in the hot water for a period of time, but Li Li Banfeng couldn't persist for even a moment.

It didn't matter if he couldn't persist; Li Li Banfeng didn't want to go into the water either.

Li Li Banfeng dodged and kicked Zhong Zhong Desong again.

Zhong Zhong Desong couldn't stand steady and fell into the boiling hot water alone.

Intense pain came, and Zhong Zhong Desong struggled with all his might.

How was this possible?

How could he stand steady?

How could he possibly run over?

He actually didn't fall off the wall?

Under the steam, the wall had indeed become very slippery.

Under normal circumstances, a residential cultivator standing on the wall, leaning against an invisible wall, unable to control their balance, and with such slippery feet, really couldn't walk a single step.

Zhong Zhong Desong could endure harsh environments and had extremely strong adaptability, so every step he took was very solid.

But if he wanted to compare footsteps with a traveling cultivator, he was really thinking too much.

This slippery wall was no different from flat ground for a traveling cultivator; Li Li Banfeng could run on the wall.

Zhong Zhong Desong, who had been boiled through in the hot water, poked his head out with difficulty; he wanted to transfer his own pain to Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng stood firmly on the wall with one foot, stretched out the other, stepped on Zhong Zhong Desong's head, and stepped him into the hot water.

"You can endure suffering, right? Don't be polite, eat your fill!"

Zhong Zhong Desong poked his head out again, only to be kicked back down by Li Li Banfeng.

"You're so fond of Old Mother Han, I'll send you to reunite with her!"

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