Chapter 855

Duan Tielu vaguely saw Li Banfeng walking toward him.

The transmission room housed the finest magic treasures, and Duan Tielu had prepared most thoroughly here; it also held a treasure he could not bear to part with.

But even if he could not bear to part with it, he had to—he knew full well that every magic treasure in the room had turned traitor, and the battle situation was now dire.

How could they all have turned traitor?

Duan Tielu had killed many Zhai Xiu before and even fought the Heavenly Maiden; he had seen the technique of Jia Zhen Zi Shu, yet even the Heavenly Maiden could not wield it with such mastery.

He must escape now; several paths lay before him: exit through the door, jump out the window, or take the secret passage.

The window and secret passage were slightly farther away; the door was closest to Duan Tielu.

Duan Tielu, seasoned in battle, did not hesitate a moment—he charged straight for the transmission room’s entrance.

As he reached the door and stepped into the corridor, clang!—he tripped over a chair and fell to the ground.

This chair was truly loyal to Li Banfeng; after sitting on it for just a moment, it was now still fighting for him.

In truth, this chair was a clever one; she knew better than anyone else that if Li Banfeng failed to capture Duan Tielu today, Duan Tielu would turn around and dismantle her.

Duan Tielu lay on the ground; Li Banfeng caught up and stepped forward, ready to tear him apart with Five Horses Dissecting the Household.

Crack!

Duan Tielu’s body split open—but he did not die.

A bed flew out of a dormitory and snapped in two before Li Banfeng’s eyes.

Duan Tielu slipped into the dormitory, unharmed, rose, and kept running.

He Jiaqing watched from the shadows, stunned for a moment.

This was the Thief Xiu technique Steal the Beams and Replace the Pillars—Duan Tielu was no Thief Xiu, yet he used this technique so smoothly?

Was this another magic treasure?

If he truly had a Thief Xiu magic treasure, why hadn’t he used it just now?

Duan Tielu did possess one Thief Xiu magic treasure—but he hadn’t carried it on his person; it was a trash can in the corridor.

Logically, a Thief Xiu magic treasure shouldn’t be so bulky; originally, Duan Tielu had crafted it as a bracelet for easy carrying.

But after several battles, Duan Tielu discovered this treasure was disloyal—it always stole items but kept a portion for itself; after being punished several times, it began slacking off and eventually stopped stealing altogether.

Not stealing was fine—it could still serve as defense; on two occasions when Duan Tielu faced powerful enemies, this treasure had used the Steal the Beams and Replace the Pillars technique.

But each time, the treasure replaced itself—not Duan Tielu; when Duan Tielu was wounded, it never lifted a finger.

Later, Duan Tielu re-forged this treasure, greatly reducing its combat power and spiritual awareness, and placed it on the first-floor corridor as an emergency tool; under conditions that didn’t threaten his own safety, the trash can could indeed lend him a hand.

This time, the trash can saved him; before Li Qi could catch up, Duan Tielu suddenly plunged into the ground and vanished.

Li Banfeng walked up and examined the spot where Duan Tielu had disappeared.

The entire floor was covered only in smooth tiles, with not a single crack or mark—he had no idea how Duan Tielu had gone underground.

Duan Tielu reached the basement and dared not pause a moment; he had a premonition that Li Banfeng would catch up in an instant.

He immediately climbed the ladder to the third floor.

At the end of the stairs, Duan Tielu opened a hidden door in the wall; inside were over thirty pipes and more than fifty valves.

Duan Tielu opened eleven valves; ten pipes changed shape, revealing another hidden door.

He seemed to hear faint footsteps—was Li Qi coming?

Duan Tielu sped up, using three keys to unlock the hidden door.

Inside the door, Duan Tielu entered a corridor and walked straight to the room at its end.

This room held the most magic treasures; though their quality varied, Duan Tielu believed his numerical advantage would let him defeat Li Banfeng. As for He Jiaqing, Duan Tielu planned to rely on his magic treasures for defense—he could afford to lose a few, since thieves sought wealth, but Li Banfeng was a ruthless killer who sought his life.

He pushed open the door and took one step inside—then stared at Li Banfeng, frozen in shock.

Duan Tielu had not entered the room with the most magic treasures—he had returned to the transmission room.

He hadn’t expected that, besides Jia Zhen Zi Shu, Li Banfeng’s greatest mastery was Lian Kuo Dong Fang; the highest level of Lian Kuo Dong Fang was to be used inside another’s home—Li Banfeng had perfected it to the utmost.

While they fought downstairs, Banfengzi and his shadows had been scouting upstairs; Duan Tielu’s every movement through every room was known to Banfengzi.

Guided by Banfengzi, Li Banfeng had switched Duan Tielu back.

“Tielu, don’t run anymore—let’s talk right here,” Li Banfeng said sincerely, wanting to speak with Duan Tielu.

But Duan Tielu was too stubborn.

He smashed open a hidden door in the wall and turned to flee again—this time heading to the second floor.

Li Banfeng sat in the transmission room; barely a minute and a half passed before Duan Tielu pushed the door open again.

Once Lian Kuo Dong Fang is linked, it’s nearly impossible to break free.

“Li Qi!” Duan Tielu gritted his teeth. “You really want me dead?”

Li Banfeng patiently reasoned with Duan Tielu: “Tielu, I came to negotiate business with you—you were the one who struck first.”

Duan Tielu smiled with his hands behind his back; after this long run, he had gathered many magic treasures and carried them with him: “Whether black hand or white hand,

I didn’t come empty-handed this time, Li Qi—I hold you in high regard, so I’ve brought my finest treasures to treat you properly.

While you still can, laugh heartily two times—it’s your last feast. In all of Pulu Province,

fewer than five people have ever received such a treat—they were all top-tier—”

“Shh!” Li Banfeng raised his right index finger, signaling Duan Tielu to be silent—he was listening to a certain sound.

“I never imagined their resentment ran so deep!” Li Banfeng looked at Duan Tielu. “You never speak to them?”

Duan Tielu froze; after a moment’s thought, he realized his magic treasures were speaking to Li Banfeng.

Duan Tielu’s face darkened as he stared at Li Banfeng: “Are you ready to die?”

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“Don’t rush!” Li Banfeng listened again, then looked at Duan Tielu in astonishment. “You can’t even speak to magic treasures? What kind of Gong Xiu Ancestor are you?”

Gong Xiu, once cultivated to a certain level, can all communicate with spiritual awareness—otherwise, they cannot craft magic treasures or spiritual objects.

Methods of communicating with spiritual awareness vary: some rely on mental perception, others on behavioral judgment.

Only those with exceptional talent—or those who master special techniques—can speak directly to magic treasures like Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng mastered a special technique: he possessed the Skill of Perceiving Spiritual Sounds.

Lao Huochē was naturally gifted; soon after entering, he could already speak to magic treasures.

Duan Tielu was unusual—he had average talent in this area and had not mastered any similar technique; his communication with magic treasures relied solely on behavioral judgment.

Behavioral judgment was an extremely inefficient method of communication.

Duan Tielu had tried to improve communication efficiency; he once forged several Kui Xiu magic treasures to listen to the voices of other treasures—but over time,

these treasures began malfunctioning, giving wildly different accounts of the same event.

Kui Xiu magic treasures could indeed hear other treasures’ voices, but during transmission, each one performed varying degrees of artistic embellishment for its own benefit.

After suffering several setbacks, Duan Tielu destroyed and re-forged all these Kui Xiu treasures; he ceased excessive communication with them, believing magic treasures were merely tools—maximize their utility, minimize their cost—that was the key to using them.

Now Li Banfeng had provoked him precisely at his weakness—and it enraged Duan Tielu.

“Li Qi, are you so eager to talk to magic treasures? Treasures that talk too much are flawed, don’t you know? Anyone who talks to magic treasures constantly is flawed—can’t you see it yourself?”

Li Banfeng smiled: “Because you can’t speak to magic treasures, you think others are flawed? How could you become a Gong Xiu Ancestor with such a narrow mind?”

Duan Tielu looked at Li Banfeng: “Gong Xiu is real cultivation—it never plays at pretense. What does speaking have to do with Gong Xiu? We are not Wen Xiu or De Xiu—what use are words? Do you even know what Gong Xiu is?”

Li Banfeng said: “I truly don’t understand—please enlighten me: what exactly is Gong Xiu?”

Duan Tielu extended his hands: “What is Gong Xiu? Gong Xiu is craftsmanship—craftsmanship reveals true skill. Gong Xiu is quality,

Quality reveals true ability!

Craftsmanship never lies—every cut, every axe stroke, every hammer blow, every refinement is right before your eyes, leaving no room for deceit,

Neither precision nor heat control can deviate by the slightest amount; if you err even a little, the result loses its quality.

Anything that comes from my hands must be top-tier quality—if it lacks top-tier quality, it’s trash and must be destroyed and remade!”

Li Banfeng looked at Duan Tielu: “In your eyes, quality is that important? Pick any person—you’ll find flaws in them all.”

Duan Tielu laughed: “Magic treasures aren’t people—they’re sentient weapons. I can accept innate flaws, like a sword that cannot cut through the hundred-layer stone of Qunying Mountain because its material is insufficient—but that sword can still be used.

But I won’t tolerate flaws formed later—if a sword fails to perform when it should, its quality is insufficient; a sword with insufficient quality is trash.

Li Qi, many trash items have fallen into your hands—I give them to you as offerings. Show me those trash items now, and let us fight properly—I’ll show you the quality of the Gong Xiu Ancestors.”

Li Banfeng rose: “Those aren’t trash—they’re my family now that they’ve chosen me. Since you’ve invited my family out, I’ll show you something too—let you see the quality of the Pulu Province Boss.”

As he spoke, several figures appeared before Duan Tielu.

All these Ling Xiu magic treasures bore the Li surname; Li Banfeng had no need to hold back—he was ready to invite Duan Tielu to the table.

Duan Tielu scanned the room, his body growing weak.

“Old Duan, recognize me?” Fifth Lady smiled, licking her teeth.

“I once commissioned several weapons from you—your craftsmanship was indeed excellent,” Hong Ying stroked her long spear.

“You were at Yuren City too—you collected many corpses, didn’t you? Trying to forge them into magic treasures?” Jiu’er smiled, playing with her hair. “Don’t waste your effort—Yi Xiu are nearly impossible to forge into magic treasures; you lack the ability.”

“Top-tier Gong Xiu treasures demand spiritual awareness, Old Duan—your craftsmanship is excellent, but your nurturing of spiritual awareness is truly lacking. No wonder Lao Huochē didn’t take you when he made Xiao Huochē!” A Yu sighed, shaking her head at Duan Tielu.

The Heavenly Maiden looked at Duan Tielu: “I can tell you’re afraid of the Peddler. When I was in Pulu Province, I didn’t know you well—I want to ask you: are you afraid of me?”

The Heavenly Maiden looked at Duan Tielu: “I can tell you’re quite afraid of the peddler. When I was in Puluozhou, I didn’t know you well—I want to ask you one thing: are you afraid of me?”

In Pulu Province, anyone with true knowledge feared these individuals.

Li Banfeng looked at Duan Tielu: “Come—fight!”

Duan Tielu finally understood—this was the true strength of the Pulu Province Boss!

He laughed twice: “Seventh Master, I just checked the almanac—today’s fortune is good. Let’s talk again?”

Li Banfeng stood before Duan Tielu: “Tielu, when I first came to talk, you refused—and struck me first. Now you want to talk? It’s too late.”

Li Banfeng stood before Duan Tielu: “Lu, when I first came to talk to you, you didn’t want to talk and even attacked me from behind. Now you want to talk—it’s probably too late.”

Duan Tielu turned to leave again, but Hong Ying was already standing behind him.

He tried to jump out the window, but A Yu saw his intent and blocked the window with Tian Nü.

There was a secret passage under the bed, but now it was hard to crawl under—it was unlikely Li Qi would give him the chance.

Should I fight them with my magic treasures?

Talking in your sleep!

How many magic treasures would it take to match them?

Even if he won’t give me a chance, I’ve got to try. Duan Tielu still tried to crawl under the bed, but then realized a serious problem.

Where did the bed go?

Such a large bed, and now it was nowhere to be seen.

Jiu’er toyed with the bamboo tally sticks in her hand, smiling as she watched Duan Tielu.

A Yu noticed the bed’s position was unusual and warned Jiu’er beforehand; Jiu’er used a formation to hide the bed.

Duan Tielu had a spy magic treasure—using several together, he’d surely break the formation.

He reached for his treasure, but A Yu shook her head at him: “Old Duan, don’t move. Don’t move at all. I see everything you’re planning. Move one more time, and you’ll regret it.”

Duan Tielu turned to look at Li Banfeng: “Seventh Master, is there no room for compromise?”

Li Banfeng said: “Here’s the deal—I’ll set a banquet at home. You come eat, and we’ll clear the air.”

In Li Banfeng’s home, sitting at the table and eating were two separate acts performed by different people.

Duan Tielu didn’t know the custom here, but he knew that once he entered Li Banfeng’s home, he wouldn’t leave alive.

“Li Qi, you’re forcing me!” Duan Tielu suddenly kicked out—his move was sudden, and A Yu hadn’t heard his thoughts.

Duan Tielu had gone all in. This decision wasn’t premeditated—it was forced by life or death. He didn’t want to take this step unless absolutely necessary.

A Yu’s gaze shifted and she shouted: “Old Qi, watch out for the table!”

Li Banfeng turned to look at the table and saw the cabinet beside the drawer open, the tabletop sliding out to reveal something.

The object had a thick base, with a stand on top, and on the stand was a huge circular ring, inside which a dark shadow flickered back and forth.

“Great Totem!” A Yu cried out, suddenly feeling her soul destabilize.

Jiu’er and A Yu both began to falter; Hong Ying barely stood, her body trembling in waves.

Li Banfeng reacted instantly, sending all his family members back to his Personal Dwelling.

“S-save—” the chair by the door cried out to Li Banfeng.

The teacup on the table could no longer speak—it was too close to the Great Totem; originally white porcelain, it was now nearly blue-green.

His reading glasses trembled in his hand, the hammer’s head shook, and the cigarette pack in his pocket was nearly splitting open.

These magic treasures had chosen to follow Li Banfeng; no matter what, he had to protect their lives. He’d sent all the treasures he’d seized and He Jiaqing had stolen back home, yet now he heard cries for help coming from Duan Tielu’s body.

He’d brought many magic treasures with him—all of them unable to withstand the Great Totem, their spiritual essence about to be swallowed.

Even the room’s bright light had vanished—the magic treasure that produced it had already lost its spiritual essence to the Great Totem.

Li Banfeng now had an idea: he might as well bring Duan Tielu into his Personal Dwelling too.

He’d thought of doing this before, but hesitated—Duan Tielu was the Ancestor of the Artisan Cultivators, with many techniques above the Eighteen Wheels. If he brought him inside, it would surely harm the Personal Dwelling. Duan Tielu stepping through the door might tear it apart.

The cries piled up as the Great Totem drained the spiritual essence from Duan Tielu’s treasures. Li Banfeng used the Linked Courtyard Chamber to snatch all that essence back home before the Great Totem could claim it.

Duan Tielu laughed: “Li Qi, you want these trash too?”

Li Banfeng nodded: “Take them all. They’re family now.”

While the two spoke, Tian Nü tried to destroy the Great Totem. As she neared the table, her body swayed violently, nearly toppling onto it.

The table held many traps—Tian Nü had just stepped on an iron hook, which caught her shoe sole.

With her strength, handling an iron hook should’ve been easy—but today was different. The Great Totem was right there.

Tian Nü was alive, but her soul had been separated from her body too long. She could handle a Spirit Cultivator’s magic treasure easily, but resisting the Great Totem was far too difficult.

Li Banfeng sent Tian Nü back to his Personal Dwelling too.

Duan Tielu laughed aloud: “Li Qi, I thought your household had real depth. Turns out, it’s just a bunch of dead servants.”

You sent all those dead servants home—what’s left of you now?”

Li Banfeng lowered his hat brim: “All the spiritual essence of your treasures has been drained. What’s left of you?”

“I still have weapons!” Duan Tielu flung a pair of fire tongs from his sleeve; they hovered midair, their jaws clamping and unclamping continuously.

He Jiaqing, hidden somewhere, tried to find an opening to steal the tongs—but he dared not act.

The tongs seemed to have sensed He Jiaqing’s location. Based on He Jiaqing’s experience, if he moved now, the tongs would severely injure him.

Duan Tielu stroked the tongs, smiling at Li Banfeng: “Do you think weapons are weaker than magic treasures?”

Li Banfeng said: “It’s not just me who thinks so. Isn’t this common knowledge in Puluozhou?”

Duan Tielu smiled: “That’s common knowledge in Puluozhou, not the whole world. Weapons and spiritual objects differ in spiritual essence, and spiritual objects’ essence is weaker than magic treasures’.”

“But my tongs? Their spiritual essence equals that of magic treasures, their combat power exceeds it, and they’re fiercely loyal to me. Can you guess what they are?”

Li Banfeng thought for a moment: “They’re a first-class weapon from Neizhou.”

“Sharp eyes!” Duan Tielu praised. “They’re exactly a first-class weapon!”

“How did you get one out of Neizhou?”

Duan Tielu shook his head: “First-class weapons can’t be taken out. I made this one.”

Is this truly a first-class weapon?

Li Banfeng glanced back at the Great Totem beside the table.

Duan Tielu chuckled: “Curious why the Great Totem can drain magic treasures’ spiritual essence but not this one’s?”

“Because the shell of a first-class weapon is far harder than any magic treasure.”

“Not even cultivators of the same level can match a first-class weapon of equal rank. That’s the essence of a first-class weapon.”

He’d truly cracked the art of first-class weapons!

This meant one thing.

If Duan Tielu served Neizhou again, he could produce first-class weapons in Puluozhou—disaster for Puluozhou.

But what if he served Puluozhou instead?

With first-class weapons, Puluozhou’s overall combat power would leap a level—on the battlefield, it could stand toe-to-toe with Neizhou’s elite. Some regions could even station first-class weapons directly. Just imagining it made the heart ache with longing.

And he could bring more than just first-class weapons. Over by the table was something even more tempting—if only they could get the Great Totem to Puluozhou—

But how could they make Duan Tielu serve Puluozhou?

Duan Tielu sighed: “Li Qi, after all this, I truly respect you. You’re worthy of being Puluozhou’s master.”

I came to Zhogu Xu only to study artisanship in peace. I don’t want to get involved in anything else.”

Go ask in Neizhou—how many times did Prince Anshun beg me? Did I help him? No! My heart still leans toward Puluozhou.”

If you trust me, let’s end this today. I’ll stay in Zhogu Xu. If you need me, just come find me.”

If we ever go to war with Neizhou again, let me know. Honestly, I won’t go onto the battlefield—I’m a coward.”

But if you need weapons, just ask. I’ve got any kind you want.”

Seventh Master, Puluozhou is full of warlords, none of them good people. I’ve said enough—am I not being fair?”

Li Banfeng frowned: “You just talk. How am I supposed to believe you?”

“Let’s follow Puluozhou’s custom—I’ll sign a covenant!” Duan Tielu pulled out a covenant scroll, wrote his oath, pressed his bloodied thumbprint on it, then clamped it with the fire tongs and handed it to Li Banfeng.

“Seventh Master, don’t take offense—I dare not hand it to you directly. You have too many tricks. I don’t want to touch you!”

Li Banfeng glanced at the covenant—it was sincere. Duan Tielu pledged full obedience, as long as he wasn’t forced onto the battlefield. Everything else, he’d honor without hesitation.

The covenant had no loopholes; the paper and ink were flawless. Li Banfeng wrote his name—but didn’t press his blood seal yet. Something felt off.

As he pondered, Li Banfeng looked at the Great Totem beside the cabinet: “Where did this come from? Did you make it too?”

Duan Tielu held the tongs and smiled: “I’m not boasting—when the Sage repaired the Great Totem, he relied on me. Later, when Qiao Yi took over the Great Totem, he still relied on me.”

When making the Great Totem, the Sage and Qiao Yi were generous with materials. I figured if I didn’t sneak a little back, I’d be betraying Puluozhou’s bloodline.”

So I used leftover materials to make this little thing. I dared not call it Great Totem—it’s too grand. I’ll just call it Little Totem.”

Seventh Master, if you like it, I give it to you. It has all the functions of the Great Totem—just slightly weaker.”

Li Banfeng smiled: “Is it appropriate for me to accept such a precious gift?”

“Why not? It’s just a matter of sincerity.”

Before Duan Tielu finished speaking, Li Banfeng’s figure vanished.

Where did he go?

Duan Tielu froze—then heard Li Banfeng’s voice beside his ear: “Lu’zi, why are you always pointing that tongs at me?”

“I’m just protecting myself! Seventh Master, you know I’m a coward!” Duan Tielu used the tongs to hand the covenant to Li Banfeng, then raised the tongs defensively again—seemed perfectly reasonable.

But Li Banfeng felt something was wrong. He told Duan Tielu: “Lu’zi, give me the tongs. Then the covenant is settled.”

Duan Tielu seethed inside.

How stubborn this Li Qi was.

His name was already written on the covenant—written by Li Banfeng himself.

The tongs had been pointed long enough to respond. Once Li Banfeng pressed his blood seal, the blood would be taken, the curse complete.

But right now, Li Banfeng sensed something strange.

This tongs was vital to Duan Tielu—he’d never give it to Li Qi.

If he didn’t hand it over, Li Banfeng would just take it himself.

But the tongs sensed Li Banfeng’s intent before he moved—not just his intent, but his very form.

This was a high-level spy cultivation technique.

The tongs swiftly dodged away, and Li Banfeng’s hand closed on empty air.

To evade Li Banfeng’s grasp, these tongs must have astonishing speed.

Since the tongs had fled far away, Li Banfeng no longer cared for them—he turned to kill Duan Tielu.

He used Five Horses Tear Apart; Duan Tielu’s clothes split open, revealing his back—but then the tongs flashed before Li Banfeng’s eyes and vanished.

What’s going on?

Bang!

A sudden stabbing pain struck Li Banfeng’s chest.

Can these tongs use Horse-Viewing-Flowers?

Is this technique really this vicious?

Fortunately, the Horse-Viewing-Flowers technique of the tongs had limited power; Li Banfeng suffered no serious harm—but the tongs flickered in and out of his vision, trapping him in confusion.

Seizing the opportunity, Duan Tielu dashed toward the table, snatched up the Work Totem, and turned to flee.

Li Banfeng kicked the tongs aside and hurled a strange device at Duan Tielu.

Duan Tielu caught it with one hand, glanced at it, and laughed: “Good stuff! Isn’t this the key to boarding the train?”

He knows his treasures!

Li Banfeng lunged toward Duan Tielu, but the tongs plunged into the ground—suddenly, a wall of fire erupted, blocking his path.

The flames surged fiercely, but Li Banfeng did not dodge—he simply charged straight through the wall using the Abode Heart Technique.

The tongs then conjured a water pool before Li Banfeng’s eyes.

Li Banfeng was stunned—what was happening now?

How can it use Water Xiu techniques?

Water and fire cannot be cultivated together—that’s basic knowledge! How could such a monster exist?

After the water pool came another fire wall; Li Banfeng was trapped layer upon layer by water and fire.

Duan Tielu held the key, rubbing it gently: “Why are there bloodstains and patterns on this key? Let me see what kind of treasure this blood is…”

“This should be called a Spirit Seal, right? That’s a Zhai Xiu technique—you’re about to use Mystic Light Exorcism on me! Haha, Li Qi, you think I’d really fall for your trick?”

The Work Xiu’s techniques—effortless and spontaneous!

In terms of technique mastery, Duan Tielu stood at the pinnacle of Work Xiu; after a few rubs, he erased the Spirit Seal entirely!

“The train is mine! You keep playing with the tongs!”

Li Banfeng murmured: “These tongs are a fine treasure!”

“Definitely a fine treasure,” Duan Tielu said, clutching the key and the Work Totem, retracting the tongs, smiling at Li Banfeng, then running off.

After two steps, Duan Tielu felt his body growing weak.

After two more steps, he noticed his body beginning to glow.

What’s happening? Did I get hit by Mystic Light Exorcism?

But that can’t be—the Spirit Seal was already erased!

Duan Tielu glanced at the key—the bloodstains were indeed gone.

He looked again—the entire key was gone!

Where did the key go?

It was just in my palm a moment ago—how could it vanish so fast?

Did He Jiaqing steal it?

Impossible!

Duan Tielu stayed alert, eyes fixed—He Jiaqing had no ability to steal the key from him.

Could the key be fake?

That’s impossible too.

It looked real, felt real—how could it not be real?

Could this be the technique only a Celestial Maiden can use—Ten Thousand Wishes?

Duan Tielu turned to look at Li Banfeng—Li Banfeng was still battling the tongs.

It’s fine—even if the key is fake, as long as I didn’t touch it, I won’t be affected by Mystic Light Exorcism.

Forget boarding the train—just keep the Work Totem.

After two more steps, Duan Tielu could no longer hold the small totem—he collapsed with a thud.

What on earth is happening?

His body still glowed—had he truly been struck by Mystic Light Exorcism?

Even if he had, it didn’t matter; with his cultivation base, one burst of Mystic Light couldn’t kill him.

Duan Tielu gritted his teeth, stood up, and kept running.

The tongs were still not far from the Work Totem—they could hold off Li Banfeng for a long time; Duan Tielu was certain he could escape.

The tongs…

Duan Tielu froze for a moment, then turned to look back at the tongs.

The tongs were still fiercely fighting Li Banfeng.

Didn’t I just recall the tongs? Then why are they still fighting Li Banfeng?

Why did I recall them in the first place? The tongs were meant to hold the rear!

Li Banfeng said it was a good treasure—so I recalled it… but what exactly did I recall just now?

Thud!

Duan Tielu collapsed again—his hair turned pure white and began falling out rapidly; his skin loosened, his bones turned brittle.

This time, he could not rise.

PS: Lu Zi, you finally went down!