[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-94":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},2290392,4478,"Chapter 94: Sick Cultivator","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-94",94,"\u003Cp>Cui Ti suddenly appeared, which surprised Da Boyens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time they met outside the general store, he had been deeply unsettled by this foreigner, because the man was covered in strange pustules that had made Da Boyens repeatedly check his own body, fearing infection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This foreigner’s way of asking for directions was also peculiar—he had come to Yaowang Gou yet didn’t know where to buy medicine, and Da Boyens had once suspected his motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Da Boyens had never considered one thing: this foreigner was also after Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he hadn’t begun investigating Li Banfeng’s whereabouts himself; instead, he had directly used Da Boyens’s findings, waiting until Da Boyens located Li Banfeng before stepping in to intercept him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there such a thing as a free lunch in this world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens laughed: “Fine, I’ll give him to you—he’s right here. Come and take him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was surrounded by webs; Da Boyens wanted to see what kind of ability Cui Ti had to even touch Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti blinked his emerald eyes and directly requested of Da Boyens: “Could you please remove the silk? That way I can get through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens stared for a long moment, then laughed: “Do you think that’s a reasonable request?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shrugged: “Isn’t it reasonable? If you don’t remove the silk, how am I supposed to take him away?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens smiled: “I won’t remove the silk. If you’ve got the ability, come get him. If not, get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti nodded: “Remember what you said—don’t remove the silk. If you do, you’re not a man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Ti unbuttoned his shirt and used his fingernails to slash open a patch of pustules on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pus inside the pustules sprayed out, each drop a vivid emerald, like dewdrops clinging to every strand of silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen such an attack before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was even more unbelievable: all the emerald dewdrops on the silk began to move on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fluids from the pustules had life—they could crawl along the silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant every strand of Da Boyens’s silk had become a special conduit for the pustule fluid, allowing it to launch a full-spectrum assault against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if he touched this fluid?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he break out in pustules all over his body—or die instantly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens dared not risk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately destroyed part of the silk, carving himself an escape route and stepping out of the pustule fluid’s encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Li Banfeng pulled out Tang Dao from his pocket and shouted: “Strike!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao instantly grew to over a meter long, clanging as it drew from its sheath, slicing through a section of webbing, and Li Banfeng dashed out through the gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens pulled on the silk, leaping into the air and hanging before Li Banfeng; his arms suddenly elongated, reaching to seize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he caught Li Banfeng, he would use the silk to swing onto nearby rooftops and then spray a mouthful of poison to knock Li Banfeng unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Da Boyens succeeded, Li Banfeng wouldn’t escape—and Cui Ti couldn’t catch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Da Boyens failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao blocked before Li Banfeng, slashing down and severing one of Da Boyens’s arms; Da Boyens crashed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng dared not linger—behind him stood Cui Ti, oozing green fluid; one glance told him this man was not to be approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng hurled a rusted elixir, striking Da Boyens’s cheek, then bolted away at full speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens chased after him relentlessly; the rust marks spread rapidly across his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti, following behind, was astonished: “What kind of disease is this? I’ve never seen anything like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So curious? Let me show you closely!” Da Boyens shuddered, shedding a layer from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he shed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti didn’t know what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clothes, hair, a hat, a face, hands and feet, shoes—all of it peeled off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens had molted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rust-covered skin nearly stuck to Cui Ti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Da Boyens after molting was even more astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still wore clothes, shoes, and the hat remained on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your clothes are your skin—no, that’s not right. Your skin has your clothes on it—no, that’s not right either. Accurately speaking…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You never wore clothes at all—this is all your skin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti’s commentary annoyed Da Boyens—he shouldn’t have shouted it so loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The private detective turned and flung a web at Cui Ti: “Can you stop following me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti dodged the web, unconcerned: “This street isn’t yours. If you can walk, why can’t I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens snorted: “This is Prozhou territory. You’re not from Prozhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti replied: “I love Prozhou. I have Prozhou tattoos. If you like, I’ll show you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them were Traveling Cultivators—so why could they keep following Li Banfeng?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the gap in cultivation base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens had a fifth-layer base; though slower than other fifth-layer Traveling Cultivators, he could still keep pace with a first-layer one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti’s cultivation base was unknown, but higher than Da Boyens’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either one of them, if they fully pursued, would have made Li Banfeng’s escape impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the two men restrained each other, giving Li Banfeng a sliver of opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng ran with all his strength but still couldn’t shake them off; as Cui Ti closed in, Li Banfeng suddenly threw a pair of bloodstained scissors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scissors flew toward Cui Ti’s throat; Cui Ti grabbed them with force, and Li Banfeng slipped past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens arrived moments later, extending his two long arms, about to trap Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao drew again, flying behind Li Banfeng to stab straight at Da Boyens’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strike was like lightning—Da Boyens barely dodged, collapsing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng rejoiced and ordered Tang Dao: “Kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Dao instantly shrank and slipped back into Li Banfeng’s pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only three strikes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You damn broken blade—I’m being generous calling it two strikes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had no time to think—he kept running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two interruptions bought Li Banfeng time; he sprinted into a narrow alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Da Boyens and Cui Ti reached the alley, Li Banfeng had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens searched the ground for footprints, but they abruptly disappeared near the alley’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he jump over the wall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens scanned both walls—no signs of climbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did he go?” Da Boyens was baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti nodded: “Yes, where could he have gone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens suddenly turned and glared at Cui Ti: “Stop following me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti sighed: “Sir, how many times must I say it? This street isn’t yours. Yaowang Gou isn’t yours either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens swelled, transforming into a giant spider, leaping before Cui Ti and trapping him with his legs, his fangs aimed at Cui Ti’s throat: “Do you really want to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti smiled: “You dare come near me? I wonder which of us truly wants to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pustules erupted across Cui Ti’s face, oozing drops of fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens’s eight eyes glinted with mockery: “Go ahead—spread your disease to me. I’ll just molt again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti shook his head: “The disease doesn’t have to spread to your skin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Through the air, you mean? I can hold my breath,” Da Boyens laughed. “I’ll kill you first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not very nice,” Cui Ti coughed twice. “I have a fever. Treating a sick man like this is hardly gentlemanly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fever? Must be painful. Let me kill you—you won’t suffer anymore.” Da Boyens extended his fangs toward Cui Ti’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be so rough—I really have a fever.” Cui Ti’s body suddenly glowed crimson, burning Da Boyens with steam rising from his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly had a fever—his temperature exceeded that of a red-hot iron spike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a special technique of the Sick Cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens had never encountered a Sick Cultivator; under the searing heat, he was forced to molt again, emerging from his old skin and retreating to the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old skin turned to ash; Da Boyens now recognized the opponent’s formidable power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled from his coat a cocoon, no larger than a ping-pong ball, dangling it by silk and slowly swaying it in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a warning to Cui Ti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti glanced at the cocoon and stepped back: “Is this the Maiden of the Cloak Moth’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens nodded: “You know your things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti indeed knew—he understood the Maiden of the Cloak Moth’s rank and the cocoon’s immense power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To possess this cocoon, you must have sacrificed much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens gritted his teeth: “So you understand its power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cui Ti had no intention of backing down. He kept staring at Da Boyens and asked: “Shall we fight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Boyens shook his head: “We don’t need to fight. Why fight? We both want to capture Li Banfeng. But he’s not here now. To catch him, we must find him first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti nodded: “So I believe you’ll find Li Banfeng. In the days ahead, I’ll keep following you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti still had no intention of investigating on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted Daboyens’s strength and planned to continue stealing the detective’s investigative findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daboyens’s fur rippled as his seven legs scraped against the surrounding silk (one leg had been severed by Tang Dao): “Don’t push me, you dead foreign devil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Ti smiled faintly: “I’m pushing you, you fake foreign devil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two exchanged contemptuous glares, spat at each other simultaneously, then left the alley, continuing their search for Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, Li Banfeng stepped out of his portable dwelling and sprinted away from Ligou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can win, fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can’t win, run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Li Banfeng was certain he couldn’t win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without a travel permit, how could he escape Yaowanggou?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng turned his gaze toward the train station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t he just pick any passenger, toss the key onto them, and escape Yaowanggou that way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was about to move, but suddenly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he absolutely couldn’t go to the train station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Hey readers, Shala updated eleven thousand words today—please praise Shala!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd of readers arrived with swords drawn, shouting angrily: “Any more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Shala said without fear. “Another chapter at eight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1734,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cd772e7d2a1e6f44f1e9394953b88b6ae49e2776e5eae2c08d5e87740f0ad794","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-95","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-93",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]