Chapter 859: Let

Traveling cultivators are highly sensitive to distance; Li Banfeng estimated he was over eight hundred paces from the Great Totem.

The Great Totem drew nearer, its battle intent rising higher, and the Totem Army’s morale strengthened further.

Fortunately, Li Banfeng had used his own newly mastered technique to block out the mental manipulations of the Mind Cultivators, the Barriers, and the Virtue Cultivators; some Literary techniques were also affected, leaving only brute force as an option.

The entire family was in the main chamber, tense, watching through the carriage window.

Yuan Miaoping shouted to the second household: “Madam, let the Boss try my technique first!”

Zhao Xiaowan replied gently: “Husband, lend me your Electric Cultivation technique!”

The Instant Residence immediately transmitted the voice; Li Banfeng, using the Deep Courtyard technique, borrowed Yuan Miaoping’s method through the miniature train and Hong Ying as conduits.

The two had practiced together several times; Li Banfeng had some grasp of Electric Cultivation techniques—he first summoned two clouds of rain, which flew extremely low,

resembling mist, drifting into the enemy ranks.

Li Banfeng then activated the technique again; the two rain clouds merged into one, and amid flashes of lightning and thunder, a large portion of the Totem Army was struck down.

Had Yuan Miaoping used this herself, the enemy would have suffered dozens of casualties; but Li Banfeng’s ability was limited, and the fallen soldiers rose again within three to five seconds.

Yuan Miaoping gritted her teeth in fury: “This waste—”

She wanted to say “waste,” but feared Hong Ying would beat her, so she swallowed the word.

Even three to five seconds of respite was valuable; Li Banfeng had drawn much closer to the Great Totem, now only five hundred paces away by sight.

Dozens of Totem soldiers armed with Poison Cultivators blocked the way; silently, poisonous mist enveloped Li Banfeng.

Logically, the presence of Poison Cultivators among the enemy should not have been bad for Li Banfeng—they would disrupt the enemy’s formation, harm their own troops, and Li Banfeng’s Courtyard Cultivation physique could endure it.

But the Great Totem’s manipulation was extremely precise: around the Poison Cultivators stood Food Cultivators and Wind Cultivators, who controlled the direction of the poison mist,

ensuring the controlled mist attacked only Li Banfeng, while the uncontrolled mist was immediately consumed and digested by the Food Cultivators.

To control Poison Cultivators with such precision—Li Banfeng had gained new insight!

The Fifth Girl shouted: “Seventh Teacher, if they swallow, we swallow too!”

She wanted Li Banfeng to use Food Cultivation technique, but Zhao Xiaowan was uneasy.

Of the entire family, only Zhao Xiaowan remained in the second household, because she could not look out the window—even a single glance at the Great Totem would trigger a severe reaction.

Though she could not see the battlefield, Zhao Xiaowan knew Li Banfeng well: swallowing poison was easy, neutralizing it was hard; Food Cultivators below a certain level could not ingest Poison Cultivator substances.

Deep Courtyard was one of Li Banfeng’s weaker techniques; Zhao Xiaowan asked the Fifth Girl: “Can your husband withstand the poison?”

The Fifth Girl recalled how Li Banfeng had borrowed the Electric Cultivation technique just now, calculated the efficiency of his poison neutralization if he borrowed a Food Cultivation technique, and answered confidently: “He won’t be able to withstand it!”

Hong Ying exploded: “Then why are you meddling?!”

The family possessed a Wind Cultivation magic treasure: a white jade porcelain bottle; she volunteered for battle.

Li Banfeng borrowed the bottle’s technique, summoning a fierce wind that scattered the poison mist.

But after dispersing the mist, Li Banfeng’s pace slowed.

No one in the family understood why, until Hong Ying shouted at the white jade bottle: “Wretched thing, now you want payment?!”

The bottle was terrified; demanding payment after exerting power was the nature of magic treasures—she lost control for a moment, using the Deep Courtyard technique,

and demanded her payment all at once.

Li Banfeng’s pace slowed; the Totem Army surged back around him. Fortunately, the bottle’s payment lasted only briefly; Li Banfeng regained speed and immediately used Broken Path to carve a way forward.

Zhao Xiaowan broke into a sweat.

Before battle, the strategy was clear—but now that battle had begun, every possible mishap arose.

Such situations were common; Zhao Xiaowan had fought many battles and knew how to respond.

But with Li Banfeng fighting alone on the battlefield, her heart could not calm.

Hum!

The Great Totem had discerned patterns in Li Banfeng’s combat style; the troops blocking his path began shifting formations constantly.

A Yu was terrified, fearing they had encountered the Thousand-Man Force Array; Jiu’er observed for a moment and said: “It’s not the Thousand-Man Force Array, but this formation is deadly—the Great Totem has a Calculation Cultivator calculating the most efficient attack strategy.”

“Where’s Ba Suan?” Zhao Xiaowan called out.

To increase their chances, Li Banfeng had recalled Ba Suan from Neizhou; Ba Suan stared at the enemy formation, sweat pouring from his brow: “Just—just borrow my technique, he can calculate directly on the battlefield!”

Zhao Xiaowan snapped: “Don’t talk nonsense—at this moment, how could he possibly calculate? Tell me the formation!”

Ba Suan couldn’t explain clearly; Jiu’er gave a rough description of the formation.

Zhao Xiaowan thought for a moment: “There must be a speed-slowing unit up ahead!”

“Speed-slowing unit” meant a force designed to delay progress.

Hearing this, Jiu’er had Ba Suan check the distance to the front line; he quickly deduced the enemy’s intent: directly ahead of Li Banfeng, a group of soldiers was preparing to strike: “There’s definitely a speed-slowing unit—they’re about to release smoke or insects, prepare now!”

Zhao Xiaowan shouted to the Fifth Girl: “Borrow your technique—quickly!”

Li Banfeng, using the Deep Courtyard technique, had just borrowed it—a swarm of hornets flew into view.

Driven by Insect Cultivation technique, the hornets were swift, vicious, and intelligent, targeting eyes; even if they missed, they fiercely disrupted Li Banfeng’s vision.

Jiu’er shouted: “Don’t get entangled with these hornets—the Martial and Arrow Cultivators are almost upon us!”

Zhao Xiaowan said: “Husband, eat the hornets!”

The Fifth Girl replied: “You told him to eat them—if he gets poisoned, it’s not my fault!”

Hearing his wife’s voice, Li Banfeng did not hesitate—he opened his mouth wide and used the Food Cultivation technique, Swallowing Mountains and Rivers, swallowing the entire swarm of hornets.

Hong Ying was horrified: “Can he withstand that?!”

Zhao Xiaowan said: “As for Poison Cultivation techniques, your husband certainly can’t withstand them—but if he can’t even endure the minor toxicity of Insect Cultivation, then borrowing this technique was pointless.”

Free of the hornets, the pursuers behind were still not close, but ahead lay thick webs of silk.

Ba Suan shouted: “Seventh Master, there’s another speed-slowing unit ahead!”

Li Banfeng used Broken Path, but the silk webs, reinforced by the enemy formation, blocked his technique.

He forced his way through with Unimpeded Passage—this was reckless.

Halfway through, Li Banfeng became trapped in the silk web.

Jiu’er frowned: “This is Formation-Dismantling Technique.”

This was a classic Formation-Dismantling Technique—the one the peddler described: many people blocking one, using the techniques of numerous Cloth Cultivators combined with formation enhancements to break Li Banfeng’s Unimpeded Passage.

Dense threads surrounded him front and back; his situation was dire.

Zhao Xiaowan shouted: “Ling’er, let your husband borrow your technique—borrow Cut the Moon, Carve the Clouds!”

Li Banfeng used the Deep Courtyard technique again, borrowing Jiang Linger’s technique,

and two invisible scissors flew from his sleeves, weaving up and down, severing dozens of silk threads.

The Cloth Cultivation technique, Cut the Moon, Carve the Clouds, could sever the most critical threads in clothing, or the most vital beams in a building.

The technique looked simple, but was extremely efficient—the scissors moved with precision and speed, rapidly dismantling the web’s core structure; Li Banfeng broke free of the silk and pressed forward toward the Great Totem.

At this moment, Li Banfeng was less than three hundred paces from the Great Totem!

A squad of three-headed figures of varied forms blocked his path; Li Banfeng realized the situation was dire.

These were Body Cultivators—the most defensively skilled troops in the Totem Army, and they would pose a major obstacle.

Behind him, Martial and Arrow Cultivators still pursued; ahead, Body Cultivators blocked him—this was the very scenario Li Banfeng dreaded most.

This time, Jiu’er spoke first: “Third row, eleventh man; sixth row, twenty-second man;

ninth row, fifteenth man—these three are the formation’s vital points; eliminate them!”

Li Banfeng looked up; these three were heavily guarded—taking them out would not be easy.

But if he didn’t eliminate them, he’d have to clash head-on with the Body Cultivator army—they could fly, endure blows, and strike hard,

and they would surely delay him. If he wasted even a moment longer, the Arrow and Martial Cultivators behind would catch up, and Li Banfeng could be surrounded.

There could be no delay—he charged into the formation and eliminated the third row, eleventh man first.

“Husband, borrow my technique!” His wife borrowed Li Banfeng’s Voice Cultivation technique, Yecha Grinding Teeth.

Li Banfeng turned to the sixth row, twenty-second man—click, click—he began grinding his teeth.

This technique’s overall power was far weaker than Blood Splatter Roar, but it had extreme precision; others barely heard his grinding, yet the sixth row, twenty-second man heard it with excruciating clarity under Li Banfeng’s gaze.

The grinding sound was like two rows of sharp teeth, gnawing at their heart’s core, tearing back and forth.

After several grinds, the three men bled from eyes, nose, and ears, lost all life, and collapsed.

Of the three vital points in the formation, only the ninth row, fifteenth man remained—he was too far away; ordinary techniques could not reach him.

Yuan Miaoping shouted: “Use my technique again!”

Li Banfeng used the Deep Courtyard technique once more, borrowing Yuan Miaoping’s method.

As soon as the technique activated, Li Banfeng shuddered violently, his whole body going numb.

Hong Ying glared at Yuan Miaoping: “You little witch, did you misapply the technique?!”

Yuan Miaoping replied: “Madam, trust me—this technique works!”

The electrified Li Banfeng emitted thick smoke, which hovered in the air, forming a shape like a windmill, slowly at first, then spinning faster and faster.

The smoke was minimal; from afar, it was invisible; even up close, it was hard to discern clearly.

But precisely because it was unclear, anyone who saw the windmill stared fixedly—trying to understand what it was. After five seconds, many around Li Banfeng moved sluggishly, as if struck by sudden fever; some grew dizzy,

others began vomiting.

Hong Ying praised: “This Illness Cultivation technique is used remarkably well!”

Yuan Miaoping warned: “The Totem Army’s bodies are strong—these symptoms won’t last long; hurry and act!”

She had done her best; her Illness Cultivation techniques were inherently limited, and what Li Banfeng borrowed was even more limited.

But this limited effect bought precious time; Li Banfeng launched a series of steps, dodging the fallen enemies.

The unafflicted enemies still blocked the path; the Great Totem sensed his intent, assuming he would use Unimpeded Passage again, and swiftly repositioned the Body Cultivators, preparing once more to dismantle his technique with formation.

Boom!

Li Banfeng did not use Chang Xing Wu Ai; he stepped forward with one foot.

Everyone thought he had shattered ten thousand rivers, but the enemy troops did not fall—they simply stood still.

Xiang Hongying recognized the technique: “This is Gu Bu Zi Feng.”

Li Banfeng had tested it several times; the range of Gu Bu Zi Feng was slightly wider than that of Ta Po Wan Chuan.

Right now, he didn’t need to kill enemies—he needed to eliminate the key figures in the enemy’s formation as quickly as possible.

A large portion of the enemy army was frozen in place; Li Banfeng slipped past them and struck down the fifteenth man in the ninth row. The body cultivator army quickly began to unravel.

Li Banfeng outran his pursuers and broke out of the body cultivator formation.

At this moment, he was less than a hundred steps from the Great Totem!

Li Banfeng smiled.

A hundred steps was nothing to Li Banfeng—he was certain of victory when suddenly Yu Yu shouted: “Watch your step!”

Through the carriage window, Yu Yu couldn’t make out certain details.

Now that they were closer, Yu Yu could see clearly—and was genuinely startled.

Tens of thousands of totem soldiers, dense as bamboo shoots, erupted from the ground and surrounded the Great Totem in a tight mass.

Not only was Li Banfeng stunned, but even Prince Anshun was stunned.

“This—where did they come from?”

Prince Anshun truly had no idea where these totem soldiers had come from.

The Great Totem produces totem soldiers using only two materials: flesh and soul.

The Great Totem doesn’t care about the flesh—fresh or rotten, royal or noble, commoner or slave, livestock or beast—it—”

It wants them all.

Even rice, wheat, sorghum, corn, and barley—the Great Totem can absorb them too.

As for souls, Prince Anshun didn’t need to worry; the Great Totem collected them itself, and its ability to gather souls even surpassed that of the old Great Smelter.

The Great Totem was this convenient—but convenience came with drawbacks, and Prince Anshun didn’t know the Great Totem’s true output.

Just now, tens of thousands of totem soldiers suddenly appeared, startling the prince.

Around him, a group of generals cheered loudly; seeing more troops, they were naturally pleased.

Prince Anshun felt uneasy. He watched as the Great Totem and Li Qi exchanged moves, and now had hidden so many ambush troops—if one day the Great Totem decided to rebel, how would he respond?

One of the generals said: “Your Highness, the troops lying in wait are disorganized. I volunteer to lead a force and hold back the bandits.”

He was a smooth talker—he claimed those totem soldiers had been secretly stationed around the Great Totem all along.

He wanted a chance to earn merit, but Prince Anshun didn’t let him charge—he ordered the general to hurry the First-Rank Weapons.

Prince Anshun realized he understood too little about the Great Totem. He pulled Nian Shangyou aside: “Grand Secretary Nian, you command the totem soldiers. Capture the bandits alive.”

He kept calling them “bandits,” but everyone knew the man was Li Qi.

Li Qi was still nominally the Pacifying Prince of Shang Country; directly naming him felt inappropriate to all.

Nian Shangyou stood beside Prince Anshun, dazed. The prince shoved him: “What are you standing there for? Haven’t you commanded totem soldiers before? Aren’t you a martial cultivator? Are you showing cowardice on the battlefield?”

Nian Shangyou shook his head: “Your servant dares not.”

Prince Anshun said: “If you’re not cowardly, then go lead the troops. If you truly capture the bandits alive, I’ll count it as redeeming your past faults.”

Nian Shangyou bowed to Prince Anshun: “Your servant need not lead the troops personally. The totem soldiers have high intelligence—I can issue orders from here.”

“Issue orders from here? That’s too far,” Prince Anshun frowned slightly—but he agreed.

Nian Shangyou stood on the hillside, silently watching the battle.

Li Banfeng was locked in bitter combat. The newly emerged soldiers were sluggish, but under the Great Totem’s influence, they quickly entered battle mode.

He had tried every technique, tested many of his family’s methods—there were many ways to break out, but the enemy had even more. Trapped in a tight encirclement, he couldn’t find a way to escape.

As the Great Totem came into view, Su Shen Ju suddenly appeared, dragging over thirty carriages and Duan Tielu’s house, charging into the enemy formation.

Where the locomotive passed, a line of soldiers was crushed into pulp. Su Shen Ju aimed to carve a path for Li Banfeng through the enemy ranks, but the Great Totem swiftly mobilized large numbers of Spy Cultivators and Calculation Cultivators to predict Su Shen Ju’s trajectory in advance.

Under the Great Totem’s deployment, Decay Cultivators attacked the axles, Cold Cultivators targeted the steam boiler, Water Cultivators struck the furnace—each blow landed precisely on the vital points.

Su Shen Ju could no longer advance.

Prince Anshun stared at Su Shen Ju: “This is the thirty-wheel steam train made by Shi Ba Lun, isn’t it?”

Everyone remained silent; no one had ever seen a small steam train.

Someone looked at Nian Shangyou, who shook his head repeatedly: “Your servant does not know.”

Prince Anshun smiled, looking around at his generals: “No matter what, we must capture this train.”

The generals hurried to deploy. Prince Anshun turned to Nian Shangyou: “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you supposed to issue orders?”

Nian Shangyou was still observing the battle—the totem soldiers surrounding Li Banfeng were growing ever more numerous.

Li Banfeng activated his Boundary Line and charged forward, but the enemy’s numbers were overwhelming. They used formation techniques to break his Boundary Line again.

Tian Nü shouted: “Lend me your technique—Guan Men Bi Hu!”

Zhao Xiao said: “Will lending your technique help?”

Hong Ying said: “Whether it helps or not, we must try!”

Li Banfeng used Shen Zhai Da Yuan to borrow Tian Nü’s technique. Her Guan Men Bi Hu was far stronger than his own—but the borrowed technique was still used by Li Banfeng.

On Li Banfeng’s hands, Tian Nü’s technique was weakened; its strength was nearly identical to his own Boundary Line, and its flexibility was even worse.

This was why Zhao Xiao thought borrowing it was useless—Li Banfeng’s Shen Zhai Da Yuan was not trained for positioning; borrowed techniques were locked at a fixed upper limit.

In desperation, Tian Nü thought of a trick: “Li Qi, borrow my Shen Zhai Da Yuan.”

“Hua Jiu’er, what kind of nonsense are you spouting now?” Li Banfeng didn’t understand.

Zhao Xiao was equally confused.

Exhausted Hong Ying asked: “What’s the point of borrowing Shen Zhai Da Yuan?”

“Use my Shen Zhai Da Yuan to borrow my Guan Men Bi Hu!” This was Tian Nü’s idea—she didn’t know how effective it would be.

Li Banfeng used his own Shen Zhai Da Yuan to borrow Tian Nü’s Shen Zhai Da Yuan, then used Tian Nü’s Shen Zhai Da Yuan to borrow her Guan Men Bi Hu. The Boundary Line activated—and it worked. Even Hong Ying inside the mansion sensed the technique’s increased strength.

Li Banfeng charged forward with the Boundary Line; soldiers fell in waves before it.

Tian Nü smiled. With this efficiency, breaking out should be easy.

Li Banfeng didn’t smile. He held it for only an instant—the Boundary Line vanished.

Tian Nü looked at Zhao Xiao: “Just like always—he’s so unreliable.”

Zhao Xiao snapped: “Stop talking nonsense! You opened two layers of Shen Zhai Da Yuan, had to control her Boundary Line, and still had to run using his method—do you think that’s easy?”

After the Boundary Line vanished, Li Banfeng remained trapped, only dozens of steps from the Great Totem—but he couldn’t reach it.

Su Shen Ju warned: “Qi, retreat. I suspect the First-Rank Weapons are almost here.”

Li Banfeng looked up at the Great Totem. He was truly unwilling to give up now—next time he tried to destroy it, the difficulty would rise by several orders of magnitude.

Li Banfeng gritted his teeth and charged once more. He didn’t expect much—but some enemy troops surprisingly cooperated, deliberately opening a path for him.

The number was small, but it gave Li Banfeng a glimmer of hope.

Still, he didn’t understand why these troops were letting him pass—was this a trap?

He glanced up the hill and saw someone dancing.

Nian Shangyou stood at the mountain pass, performing the Zhi Ge Dance.

Li Banfeng didn’t recognize this dance—it was Qiaoyi’s years-long research. He had once used this very move to strip the sword ghosts on Dao Gui Ling of their will to fight.

This technique had some effect on totem soldiers. Outside battle, totem soldiers seeing this dance would lose morale—but on the battlefield, most ignored it entirely, for their intelligence far surpassed that of sword ghosts.

But if even a few totem soldiers abandoned combat, Li Banfeng still had a chance to reach the Great Totem.

Nian Shangyou danced with all his strength, repeating one phrase over and over in his mind.

“Being alive is good. It’s the best thing in this world.”

The battle was chaotic; Prince Anshun didn’t notice anything odd about the dance.

Li Banfeng saw hope! He released a swarm of shadows and charged full force toward the Great Totem.

Su Shen Ju found a gap and was about to rush in when Yu Yu shouted: “The First-Rank Weapons are here!”

Though visibility was poor, Yu Yu’s judgment was precise—large numbers of First-Rank Weapons appeared on the hillside.

Yu Yu also spotted unusual objects on the hill: masks thirty meters tall, scrolls seventy to eighty meters long: “Xiao Yu, what are those?”

Jiu’er glanced: “These must be artifacts for setting up a Confusion Array.”

“Can you break it?”

Jiu’er thought: “Though I can’t leave the carriage, if I can identify the array’s weak points—”

As she spoke, her voice cut off—she sensed sudden danger.

Jiu’er was skilled in arrays, but sometimes grew overconfident.

Hong Ying shuddered—the danger surged violently!

Hearing their descriptions, Zhao Xiao assessed the situation: “Husband, we must retreat!”

The enemy brought out such massive artifacts—they likely intend to trap Su Shen Ju. If we don’t leave now, we won’t get another chance.

The small train spun on the spot; the rear house smashed through a large group of enemy soldiers.

“Qi, go!”

“Got it!” Li Banfeng ordered a group of shadows to hold the rear, then pulled out his notebook, slit his palm, and soaked each page in blood. All the “Beauty” figures inside leapt out.

Among them were Meng Qian from The Book of Beauties, Tu Youshou from The Four Seas’ Strange Tales, Ni Jiangpo from Mo Chuan Xuan, La Jiao Hua from The Jade Fragrance Record, and Dao Zi Xin from The Ballad of Frost and Wind—some were self-developed by Li Banfeng, some refined with Master Lu, others co-created with Zhang Xiuling. Over a hundred “Beauties” and shadows surged toward the enemy in a vast tide.

Before the First-Rank Weapons could form a complete encirclement, Li Banfeng took his key and retreated with Su Shen Ju along the same path.

Su Shen Ju tried to enter invisibility—twice, and failed.

Indeed! The enemy was coming for him.

Zhao Xiaowan cried, “Old man, don’t rush to vanish—get out first!”

When it comes to battle, you must listen to Zhao Xiaowan.

Suishenju followed Li Banfeng in a sprint, fleeing first from the totem camp; after passing through a forest, Suishenju grew uneasy, glanced back, and warned, “Ah Qi, try not to leave shadows outside—they’re risky.”

Li Banfeng replied, “No need to worry—I’ll recall them all at the right moment.”

Deep in the forest, Li Banfeng found the entrance.

The entrance was simply a poplar tree, slightly more lush than the others, with no other obvious features.

This entrance was highly unusual—in fact, it didn’t truly exist at all.

It was a forced entry point into the Void-Metal Road, created by Duan Tielu; only with his special tool, paired with the railway’s properties, could one enter the Void-Metal Road.

The Old Man spat steam, manipulating the three-carriage section as it continuously switched tracks.

The three-carriage section was itself a coach, slightly smaller than the others, gliding back and forth along the sides of adjacent cars.

Li Banfeng urged, “Old man, the pursuers are coming—faster!”

The Old Man was anxious—he didn’t know what spell had been cast on him; tracks he normally switched effortlessly kept malfunctioning today.

Zhao Xiaowan asked, “Old man, did you get hit by a Mis-Cultivation Technique?”

“Mis-Cultivation?” A Yu froze. “What sect is that?”

“Broad,”

“It’s a new sect,” Zhao Xiaowan thought carefully about past events. “If it’s this new, how did Neizhou acquire its techniques?”

There was no time to ponder this—Zhao Xiaowan shouted, “Ba Suan, calculate the track-switching method—Mis-Cultivation and Cultivation counter each other. Help the Old Man.”

Ba Suan quickly computed the correct track sequence and helped the Old Man enter the Void-Metal Road just before the pursuers arrived.

The Old Man tried to pull Li Banfeng aboard, but Li Banfeng refused—he kept running ahead of the train.

Zhao Xiaowan stepped out of the second car, watching Li Banfeng through the window: “Husband, don’t be angry, don’t rush—don’t—Husband—.”

Zhao Xiaowan stared out the window, stunned.

Hong Ying wiped sweat, glanced at Li Banfeng outside, and saw nothing unusual.

Jiu’er looked at Li Banfeng, sensing something was off—but couldn’t tell what.

A Yu gasped, “That’s not—”

Zhao Xiaowan snapped, “Who are you?”

Banfengzi kept sprinting outside the train; his Traveler talent was poor, so he wasn’t fast.

Banfengzi was Li Banfeng.

With Wan Shi Ru Yi concealing him, plus his own Home Cultivation talent, he looked exactly like Li Banfeng.

Everyone in the car froze.

“Where is my husband?” Zhao Xiaowan’s tears fell.

The glove pounded the window: “Master! Where’s our master?!”

Tang Dao shouted, “Old man, open the door—I’ll find the Lord! I still have three cuts left!”

The projector said, “I’ll go with you—the final art, I’ll complete with Seventh Director!”

“Open the door, Old Man!” The sickle wept. “I was born from Ah Qi—I follow Ah Qi!”

Suishenju ignored the magic treasures—he shouted at Banfengzi, “Where’s Ah Qi? Why do you have the key? Where is Ah Qi?”

Hundreds of shadows and hundreds of “beauties” still fought the totem army; Anshun Prince’s elite weapons were rapidly closing in.

Bloodied and battered, Li Banfeng reached the base of the Great Totem.

“Hum! Hum!”

The Great Totem roared continuously.

Li Banfeng sneered, “Afraid?”

He first pulled out Wuwang.

Then he pulled out the explosives Yi Yi had given him.

The next tactic was simple.

First kill the Void-Metal Silkworm, then blow up the Great Totem.

Recall the living shadows. Recall the living “beauties.”

Then find a suitable person, kick them, and escape with Yi Bie Wan Li.

Wherever it takes me—that’s where I’ll go!

PS: Dear readers, hold on a moment—extra chapter today!