Chapter 92: Author

Prozhou, Green Water Bay, Green Water City, Bailingmen Dance Hall.

The handsome Yumian Yumian Shala, holding a glass of red wine, sat at a round table beside the dance floor, quietly scanning for tonight's target.

The target appeared—a lady in a deep purple qipao, gently biting her cigarette holder, silently watching the center of the dance floor.

She exhaled a plume of smoke, the mist settling over the tear mole beneath her eye, as if whispering her loneliness and solitude.

Zilalaa~

The phonograph switched to a new tune.

Tango, "Por Una Cabeza."

Yumian Yumian Shala stepped to the lady's side, matching the tango's unique rhythm, extended a hand, and bowed in a perfect gentleman's gesture: "Beautiful lady, may I have this dance?"

The lady looked at Yumian Shala, hesitating slightly.

Yumian Shala pulled a rose from his coat pocket and offered it before her.

The lady's cheeks flushed faintly, her gaze growing hazy.

Li Li Banfeng took the rose from Yumian Shala's hand, looked at the lady, and said with deep emotion: "Don't dance with him—he's mentally ill."

Yumian Shala straightened up, lowering his eyes to Li Li Banfeng: "What proof do you have that I'm mentally ill?"

Chichi~

The phonograph snorted: "Hey~ My husband didn't lie—you are mentally ill."

Yumian Yumian Shala glared at the phonograph, then turned to Li Li Banfeng: "Witnesses don't count!"

Li Li Banfeng produced a medical file: "Here's physical evidence—your name is on it."

Yumian Yumian Shala burst into laughter, sneering at Li Li Banfeng: "Aren't you mentally ill too?"

Li Li Banfeng pulled out another document: "I have a discharge certificate. Do you?"

Yumian Shala lowered his head.

He had no discharge certificate.

But that didn't matter!

Yumian Shala pulled out another rose, gazing at the lady with deep emotion: "Even though I'm mentally ill, that's no reason to stop us from loving each other—tonight's encounter is proof of our fate."

With that, Yumian Shala bit the rose between his lips, waiting for the lady's response.

The lady was moved by Yumian Shala's sincerity.

She swiftly plucked the rose from his mouth; its thorns slashed two bloody lines across his lips.

Holding the rose, she spoke through tears: "I believe in our fate. I am a cultivator of suffering— Ruoyaojieshouwodeai ， Xianyaojieshouwodetongku 。"

Yumian Shala covered his mouth, tears streaming: "Actually, we're strangers—we can't even speak of fate."

The lady flew into a rage: "This is the Chu family's territory. You chose me—you can't abandon me. Abandon me, and you won't leave alive."

Yumian Shala, still holding his mouth, shook his head: "I really am mentally ill—you'll despise me."

Cui Ti, the Mental Cultivator, approached with a wine cup: "I don't despise you, my friend. I run a hospital—you can come to mine for treatment. I find mental illness delicious."

Ma Wu warned Yumian Shala: "Don't go to his hospital—no one knows what you'll become. Also, miss, my grudge with you isn't settled yet."

"What grudge do you have?" Yumian Shala asked, curious.

Before Ma Wu could answer, the massive Lady Capesmoth barged into the dance hall, wrapping Yumian Shala in two tentacles: "Ignore their grudges—come with me. I'll bear you a child."

Detective Daboyens felt utterly defeated: "Then what about our child?"

Yumian Yumian Shala shook his head: "Let's put childbearing aside—I just want to dance."

Yao Lao shook his empty wine flask at Yumian Shala: "Bring me a good bottle of wine, and I'll dance with you."

The peddler rolled his cart into the hall: "I've got good wine, good tobacco, good tea—all here."

Yumian Shala sighed, wiping the blood from his lips: "I just want to dance—who made this dance hall such a mess?"

He He Jiaqing sat up on his hospital bed, laughing loudly: "Dance! The ball has only just begun—I dance best. Let's dance through all of Prozhou together!"

Dear readers, "Lord of Prozhou" is now officially released.

With Yumian Shala's full blood, full sincerity, full anticipation, and full passion, I present to you the most brilliant stories of Prozhou.

A hundred schools under heaven—see who dares to challenge.

Ten thousand cultivators of Prozhou—know who stands atop.

At 12:08 today, Yumian Shala awaits your arrival in Prozhou.

(End of Chapter)