Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'-Chapter 554 - 386: The Galloping Camel

Li Banfeng rubbed his eyes forcefully, wanting to restore his vision as soon as possible.

But this wasn’t a problem that could be solved by rubbing his eyes. Li Banfeng rubbed several times, but everything remained brightly white before him.

He couldn’t hear anything either, only a sharp ringing in his ears. However, his Technique of Seek Fortune and Avoid Disaster told Li Banfeng that danger was imminent.

Bei Wushuang got up.

The hump was gone, and there was a huge dent on his back, but Bei Wushuang could still move.

Objectively speaking, his ability to move was a significant threat to Li Banfeng.

But subjectively, Bei Wushuang had no intention of attacking Li Banfeng.

Standing beside Bei Wushuang was Pan Dehai, and Bei Wushuang didn’t even think of attacking Pan Dehai either.

Pan Dehai’s cultivation level was too high. Don’t think that just because he couldn’t move now, killing him would be an easy task.

Now that Bei Wushuang had almost lost all his combat power, he had to treasure the limited opportunity to escape immediately.

Bei Wushuang swallowed an Elixir and ran off at full speed, fleeing towards the southeast.

As long as he could make it back to his residence, there was still a glimmer of hope.

His residence had many mechanisms and traps, and plenty of Elixirs too. He could hold out for a while, even if for just three to five hours, to recover a bit of his strength.

Even if he couldn’t defend his territory, at the very least he could escape with the Contract Book. Even if his level dropped, he would still save his own life.

Bei Wushuang had not run far when Pan Dehai made his move.

Wasn’t he stunned by the shock?

He wasn’t stunned.

Meng Yuchun was indeed stunned, but Pan Dehai was not.

Pan Dehai knew that Bei Wushuang was a Sound Cultivator and had made ample preparations beforehand. Seeing the hump rising, he used two Magical Treasures in conjunction with his own cultivation level to neutralize the Technique once again.

The reason he feigned being stunned was to take a look at Bei Wushuang’s residence.

Pan Dehai had a certain level of understanding of Bei Wushuang, but he didn’t know the location of Bei Wushuang’s residence.

In this regard, there was even less hope from Meng Yuchun. Meng Yuchun rarely left home; she didn’t even know Bei Wushuang’s Taoist Sect, let alone his residence.

Within a Hundred Miles of Land, finding the residence of a Local Deity was a difficult task. Rather than searching for it himself, it was easier to have Bei Wushuang lead him there.

...

Li Banfeng felt the danger moving away and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard the sound of a train whistle.

HOOT! HOOT!

A train is coming?

Amidst the whistle, a sweet song came: "A small bridal chamber with bright lights, leaning on the railing and looking carefully, an ivory bed with red silk curtains hanging, coral pillows embroidered with mandarin ducks."

"A small bridal chamber"!

It was a song his wife seldom sang because once she started, it always gave Li Banfeng an urge to get busy.

With the song, the bright white vanished before his eyes, and the sharp ringing in his ears disappeared too.

Li Banfeng got up and ran back to the battlefield, but Bei Wushuang and Pan Dehai were nowhere to be seen.

Where had they gone?

Did I win this battle or lose it?

Li Banfeng asked Meng Yuchun.

Meng Yuchun gave no response. Her expression dazed, she held her forehead and went back to the house, truly unable to hold on anymore.

Li Banfeng looked at the flesh and blood scattered on the ground. He didn’t know where it came from, but the fresh blood mixed with a large amount of fat gave off a pungent, fishy smell.

He quickly activated the Hundred Flavors Delicate Skill and followed the fishy smell in the air.

Soon, he saw Bei Wushuang fleeing and Pan Dehai following behind him at an unhurried pace.

It seemed Bei Wushuang should now be called Bei Wufeng, as his only hump was gone.

That old scoundrel Pan Dehai had been following Bei Wushuang; he was going to pick the Peach!

If he takes all the Peaches, he’ll probably dismiss me and Meng Yuchun with some nonsense about being a Person of Great Virtue!

How is that fair?

I have to snatch back that Peach!

At the very least, I have to get the Contract Book back. That’s the most crucial thing for me.

But on another note, why did I hear a train whistle just now? And why was my wife’s song mixed in with it?

Could it be that the Portable Residence has evolved?

...

Zhang Wanlong arrived at the battlefield and began to gather the scattered flesh and blood on the ground.

"Good stuff, Root! This is truly good stuff."

Root anxiously said, "Didn’t we agree to go rescue Seventh Master?"

"Don’t rush!" Zhang Wanlong took out a seed and said, "This is a battle between great figures; we can’t get involved. We can only help a little in secret. Seventh Master is a man of discretion, so there are some things we don’t need to worry about. Don’t you think so, Young Lady He?"

He Yuxiu was also there.

She sized up Zhang Wanlong. "Do you know me?"

Zhang Wanlong smiled and said, "I’ve seen you in the newspapers. I was really afraid I had recognized the wrong person."

Oil Peach was very nervous. She didn’t know what Zhang Wanlong’s reference to "Young Lady He" meant.

Now was not the time to explain to her. Zhang Wanlong had to quickly find a proper place to plant this extremely precious seed, which had been imbued with a great amount of his effort.

...

Bei Wushuang’s residence was not in a house, not in a cave, but in a sand pit.

At the edge of the sand pit, the severely injured Bei Wushuang jumped down without hesitation.

Pan Dehai used his escaping technique to the limit, floating in mid-air, quietly observing the structure of the sand pit.

The sand pit was not deep, less than five meters by estimation, and its bottom was very flat.

This certainly wasn’t the core area of the residence. It could, at best, be considered a main entrance.

Bei Wushuang stood at the bottom of the sand pit, his front hooves pawing the ground as if to trigger some mechanism.

He pawed twice, but the mechanism didn’t activate, so Bei Wushuang paused.

Pan Dehai thought he had been exposed and was about to hide deeper, when he noticed something unusual on the walls of the sand pit.

Bei Wushuang shouted, "Come out!"

A woman’s figure emerged from the wall. She was dressed like a fortune teller and carried a huge abacus on her back.