[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-92":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290390,4478,"Chapter 92: Author","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>Prozhou, Green Water Bay, Green Water City, Bailingmen Dance Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome Yumian Shala, holding a glass of red wine, sat at a round table beside the dance floor, quietly scanning for tonight’s target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The target appeared—a lady in a deep purple qipao, gently biting her cigarette holder, silently watching the center of the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled a plume of smoke, the mist settling over the tear mole beneath her eye, as if whispering her loneliness and solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zilalaa~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph switched to a new tune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tango, “Por Una Cabeza.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lady looked at Shala, hesitating slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala pulled a rose from his coat pocket and offered it before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lady’s cheeks flushed faintly, her gaze growing hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng took the rose from Shala’s hand, looked at the lady, and said with deep emotion: “Don’t dance with him—he’s mentally ill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala straightened up, lowering his eyes to Li Banfeng: “What proof do you have that I’m mentally ill?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chichi~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph snorted: “Hey~ My husband didn’t lie—you are mentally ill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yumian Shala glared at the phonograph, then turned to Li Banfeng: “Witnesses don’t count!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng produced a medical file: “Here’s physical evidence—your name is on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yumian Shala burst into laughter, sneering at Li Banfeng: “Aren’t you mentally ill too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pulled out another document: “I have a discharge certificate. Do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no discharge certificate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Shala bit the rose between his lips, waiting for the lady’s response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lady was moved by Shala’s sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swiftly plucked the rose from his mouth; its thorns slashed two bloody lines across his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the rose, she spoke through tears: “I believe in our fate. I am a cultivator of suffering— Ruoyaojieshouwodeai ， Xianyaojieshouwodetongku 。”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala covered his mouth, tears streaming: “Actually, we’re strangers—we can’t even speak of fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala, still holding his mouth, shook his head: “I really am mentally ill—you’ll despise me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu warned Shala: “Don’t go to his hospital—no one knows what you’ll become. Also, miss, my grudge with you isn’t settled yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What grudge do you have?” Shala asked, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ma Wu could answer, the massive Lady Capesmoth barged into the dance hall, wrapping Shala in two tentacles: “Ignore their grudges—come with me. I’ll bear you a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detective Daboyens felt utterly defeated: “Then what about our child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yumian Shala shook his head: “Let’s put childbearing aside—I just want to dance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Lao shook his empty wine flask at Shala: “Bring me a good bottle of wine, and I’ll dance with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The peddler rolled his cart into the hall: “I’ve got good wine, good tobacco, good tea—all here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shala sighed, wiping the blood from his lips: “I just want to dance—who made this dance hall such a mess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dear readers, “Lord of Prozhou” is now officially released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Shala’s full blood, full sincerity, full anticipation, and full passion, I present to you the most brilliant stories of Prozhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred schools under heaven—see who dares to challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand cultivators of Prozhou—know who stands atop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 12:08 today, Shala awaits your arrival in Prozhou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",673,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","69ed37a5ff1df1d55a8051510489dbab12c7bad7a1ac6b28bc44e0dace8793b6","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-93","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-91",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]