Chapter 87: Let

Helmsman Shi Boyu returned to the helm station and sat in the main hall without saying a word.

Zhong Desong had met with an accident, which made Shi Boyu very irritable.

The second helm had lost another leader, which made him unable to hold his head high in front of the Hall Master.

But it was only irritability; Shi Boyu did not feel angry. In his roster, these leaders were destined to be eliminated sooner or later.

The Red Pole Xiang Guicheng was openly at odds with him; this man was the one who most deserved to die.

The Wind Patroller Du Hongxi was no better than Xiang Guicheng, and that man was already dead.

The Sage Zhong Desong appeared calm on the surface, but when recommending talent, he never consulted Shi Boyu, showing that he didn't put the Helmsman in his eyes either.

Even his trusted aide Sun Tiecheng was someone Shi Boyu couldn't trust; every time he watched him puffing away on his water pipe, Shi Boyu couldn't guess his thoughts.

These people had all been poisoned by Shi Boyu's chronic poison; those who were obedient could live a few more years, while those who were not would be on their way out in a few days.

But Zhong Desong's sudden accident left Shi Boyu very puzzled.

The Immortal Music Dance Hall had been bombed, and the Hall Master of the Medicine King Hall of the Jiang Xiang Gang believed the matter was not done by Yu Nan, nor by Qin Tianjiu.

This matter had another culprit, and this person's methods and schemes were simply not something Yu Nan or Qin Tianjiu could compare to.

Following the Hall Master's instructions, Shi Boyu immediately calmed the situation down and investigated clues about the killer in secret.

According to the Hall Master's speculation, the killer would soon reveal their flaws due to letting down their guard.

As it turned out, the opponent didn't reveal any flaws; they went straight for the knife.

Now, the killer hadn't revealed any flaws, but Zhong Desong had met with an accident first.

Neither hide nor hair was to be found; was this done by the same person?

Why would this person take the initiative to strike at Zhong Desong? Was he fucking crazy?

Where could this person go now?

Was he still in Ligou?

How could he be found?

While pondering, Shi Boyu suddenly felt a wave of stuffy heat and ordered his subordinate, a lackey (the Helmsman's attendant), to open the window.

A lackey came to the window, stretched out his hand, but kept failing to touch the window.

He didn't dare to speak, only able to push hard against the invisible wall.

Shi Boyu looked toward the window impatiently, and a Big Nine (a leader under the Helmsman) scolded: "I told you to open a window, and you're struggling for so long; what else can you fucking do..."

Before he could finish, this Big Nine suddenly discovered a patch of water stains at his feet.

"What is this water..."

A lackey smelled the scent and exclaimed: "This is tea; this is Old Zhong's magic treasure!"

Shi Boyu had never seen Old Zhong's magic treasure, only heard Sun Tiecheng mention it.

This magic treasure was extremely powerful; Zhong Desong had once used it to kill a third-layer cultivator and severely injure a fourth-layer one. Clearly, it could not be met head-on.

Shi Boyu hurriedly shouted: "Quick, get outside and hide first!"

His subordinates heard this but didn't move.

Shi Boyu raged: "Are you all fucking deaf!"

He was just about to leave the main hall when he was blocked at the entrance by an invisible wall. In his astonishment, he heard a lackey behind him say: "Helmsman, we're trapped by Old Zhong's magic treasure; we can't get out. This thing of his..."

Halfway through his sentence, the lackey wailed and immediately jumped onto a table; the scalding tea had burned his feet.

Over a dozen subordinates wailed in succession; some jumped onto sofas, others onto tables.

Shi Boyu was a bit slow, and he was pulled onto a table by two subordinates, blisters forming on his feet.

Li Banfeng crouched on the rafters, feeling that the situation was somewhat strange.

According to what Shopkeeper Feng said, Shi Boyu was a Red Pole by origin and had come to Medicine Yao Wang Gou to take over as Helmsman.

Red Poles were in charge of fighting; why were Shi Boyu's skills so poor?

Was it because his cultivation base was too low?

Shi Boyu's cultivation base was not low; he was a third-layer cultivator.

But he was not from a Daoist sect with good combat skills like Martial Cultivators, Traveling Cultivators, or Body Cultivators; he was a third-layer Poison Cultivator.

Shi Boyu stood on the table and shouted: "Does anyone know how to break this magic treasure?"

The Big Nine shouted: "Find the person using the teapot and snatch it away; don't let him keep rubbing it, otherwise there's no way to break it!"

Sun Tiecheng had told Shi Boyu the method of breaking it back then, but in his panic, Shi Boyu hadn't remembered.

Hearing the Big Nine say it, Shi Boyu remembered, but where was the teapot?

It must be in the enemy's hands.

Where was the enemy?

Shi Boyu didn't know!

"Zhu Zi, listen for any movement!"

Shi Boyu had a personal bodyguard named Kou Zhu, who was a first-layer Peering Cultivator.

Kou Zhu listened for a long time but heard no movement.

Li Banfeng was a second-layer Residential Cultivator, and relying on the Residential Cultivator's talent for being easily overlooked, he had evaded Kou Zhu's Wind-Following Ears.

The water level was rising higher and higher; the feet of the disciples standing on the sofas had already been scalded raw.

A disciple wailed as he fell into the tea, struggled twice, his skin and flesh sloughing off, and in the blink of an eye, he made no more sound.

The water was about to reach the edge of the table. The Big Nine had initially been protecting Helmsman Shi Boyu, but seeing that Shi Boyu couldn't think of any way to escape, he could only consider himself first.

Behind the Big Nine, a layer of red, spotted hard shell grew out, and beneath the hard shell, two black wings emerged.

Buzz!

The Big Nine transformed into a ladybug, his feet left the ground, and he flew up.

He could save himself; he wouldn't die.

Unless Li Banfeng kept letting the water level rise until it submerged the roof.

One had to know, the person using the teapot was also trapped in a sealed space; if he let the water level keep rising, Li Banfeng would scald himself to death.

The Big Nine looked down from above, watching Zhu Zi, who had already been scalded to death, and the Helmsman, who was about to be scalded to death.

If the Helmsman died, he would definitely be implicated.

But no matter what kind of implication he faced, it was better than being scalded to death here.

If it really came to it, he would just run away; living one more day was one more day.

"Ah~~" Kou Zhu let out a wail and died in the hot water.

The Big Nine let out a sigh, then felt his wings becoming heavier and heavier.

He couldn't fly anymore.

Why couldn't he fly?

The Big Nine focused his gaze on the Helmsman.

Helmsman Shi Boyu was releasing poison.

To find the teapot, one had to first find the person holding it.

If you couldn't find the person holding the teapot, you would poison that person to death.

Shi Boyu's tactic was very clear.

But his releasing poison would poison everyone in this room to death.

Was that important?

To Shi Boyu, it wasn't important.

The lives of others had never been important in his eyes.

Splash~

A slight sound came from the roof.

Shi Boyu looked up and saw a woman with bewitching makeup, wearing men's clothes, crouching on the rafters.

Yu Nan?

Was it really her?

This wasn't Yu Nan; this was Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng, who had been crouching on the rafters the whole time, couldn't hold on anymore and almost fell down.

He had been poisoned; the third-layer Poison Cultivator's technique had almost caused Li Banfeng to lose consciousness.

He used his Traveling Cultivator talent to struggle to crouch on the rafters, still rubbing the teapot incessantly.

Li Banfeng's idea was very clear; at this moment, it was a matter of seeing who, between him and Shi Boyu, could hold out until the end.

The teapot was still spraying water, the water level in the room was still rising, and the scalding tea had already submerged the table, seeping into Shi Boyu's shoes.

Shi Boyu endured the excruciating pain and ordered the Big Nine to kill the woman on the rafters.

The Big Nine's face was green, he glanced at Li Banfeng, the wings on his back suddenly stopped flapping, and he plunged headfirst into the tea.

Residential Cultivators had resistance to toxins; Li Banfeng had second-layer Residential Cultivation and was struggling so hard to resist, so how could the Big Nine, who was only a first-layer Body Cultivator, hold on?

Seeing the Big Nine fall beside his feet, Shi Boyu scooped him out of the hot water with one hand, placed him on the table, and then stepped on the Big Nine to buy himself some time.

Li Banfeng took out the blood-stained scissors from his waist and threw them at Shi Boyu.

This was a spiritual weapon; as long as the aim wasn't too far off, it could snip off Shi Boyu's head.

Shi Boyu scooped up another corpse from the water and blocked it in front of himself.

The scissors snipped off the corpse's head, which fell along with the head into the hot tea.

This was the gap between a spiritual weapon and a magic treasure.

Snipping off a human head counted as completing the task; as for whose head it was, the scissors didn't care.

Shi Boyu sprayed a mouthful of poisonous mist toward Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng jumped and dodged on the rafters, but soon discovered that dodging was superfluous.

The magic treasure was still operating; there was only this much space under the invisible wall, and the poisonous mist quickly spread.

The feeling of being poisoned on Bitter Mist Mountain returned: dizziness, fatigue, blurred vision, loss of coordination...

Li Banfeng didn't dare to move recklessly anymore; he could fall from the rafters at any moment.

How did he hold out back then on Bitter Mist Mountain?

He hadn't held out.

When that situation appeared back then, Li Banfeng had already been unable to hold out and had drilled straight back into his Personal Residence.

It wasn't just him who couldn't hold out; except for Qin Xiaopang, many people couldn't hold out.

Qin Xiaopang...

Right, Qin Xiaopang's blood!

There was Qin Xiaopang's blood in the pendulum; Li Banfeng unscrewed the pendulum and drank the blood directly.

The dizziness was significantly relieved, and Li Banfeng struggled to rub the teapot.

The water level continued to rise, submerging the Big Nine's body; Shi Boyu dragged over another corpse, placed it under his feet, and continued to release poison toward Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng drank the blood again, but this time the effect wasn't so obvious.

Qin Xiaopang was a first-layer Food Cultivator; his blood could strengthen the physique but couldn't dispel poison.

There was a huge gap between the first layer and the third layer; the speed of physical strengthening was far behind the speed of toxin erosion.

Shi Boyu constantly salvaged the surrounding corpses, stacking them under his feet; the corpses were piled higher and higher, swaying somewhat.

Watching Shi Boyu stagger, Li Banfeng wanted to seize the opportunity to get close and kick him into the water.

A stream of green liquid seeped out from Shi Boyu's body, flowed to his feet, and kept spreading along the corpses.

The corpses seemed to have grown a layer of glue, sticking tightly together.

What kind of method was this?

Glue Cultivation?

Li Banfeng was greatly alarmed.

This wasn't Glue Cultivation; this was the poison liquid released by Shi Boyu corroding the corpses, causing the bones and flesh of the corpses to stick together.

Shi Boyu, who had been through a hundred battles, had still come up with a countermeasure under such a dire situation.

The poison liquid was far more formidable than the poisonous mist; if Li Banfeng dared to get close, even a tiny bit of the poison liquid would mean instant death.

Watching Li Banfeng drink the blood in the pendulum dry, Shi Boyu also salvaged the last corpse he could reach.

Li Banfeng's face was green; he couldn't hold on anymore.

Shi Boyu smiled; he had won.

Seeing the speed at which the water level was rising, Shi Boyu firmly believed that before the water level submerged the last corpse, this bewitching woman would definitely fall from the rafters.

Once this person died, the magic treasure would naturally lose its effect.

"If you don't want to scald yourself to death, put the teapot away; when you fall, it'll be too late to regret it." Shi Boyu looked at Li Banfeng with a smile.

Li Banfeng didn't put the teapot away; he threw the teapot into the water.

Shi Boyu was stunned, not understanding what Li Banfeng was doing.

His gaze was focused on the teapot, wishing he could scoop it up immediately.

Li Banfeng took the opportunity to take out the key and returned to his Personal Residence.

The teapot was too far away; Shi Boyu couldn't reach it.

He looked up and discovered that Li Banfeng had disappeared.

Where did he go? How did he vanish?

Shi Boyu looked down at his feet; the water level was still rising.

Hadn't the teapot fallen into the water?

The teapot had indeed fallen into the water, but it would take five or six minutes for the teapot to stop spraying water; this was a characteristic of this magic treasure.

Shi Boyu shouted in despair: "Someone, come quickly! Is anyone there? Quick! Bring me the teapot, quick!"

He was a backbone of the Jiang Xiang Gang, having risen to the third layer in his early thirties and becoming a Helmsman; his future was boundless.

He was deeply trusted by the Hall Master, and he believed he would definitely achieve something in Medicine Yao Wang Gou.

The boiling tea submerged the corpses, submerged his feet.

Shi Boyu couldn't endure the excruciating pain and jumped up.

With this jump, the corpses stuck together under his feet collapsed.

Shi Boyu fell into the scalding tea.

Pain, unimaginable pain; Shi Boyu felt as if he had fallen into a pool of molten iron.

Relying on his third-layer physique, he struggled to swim toward the table; the moment he touched the table, the skin and flesh on his hands all sloughed off.

As long as he could grab that person on the rafters, he would definitely be able to make a name for himself.

If he could capture the outsider the Gang Leader was looking for, he would definitely be able to become a Hall Master.

He was a man destined to be a Hall Master; how could he just...

Shi Boyu lost consciousness in the boiling water.

Li Banfeng was in his Personal Residence, vomiting incessantly.

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