Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'-Chapter 694 - 468 Why Aren’t You Crying? (Requesting Monthly Votes)
The Cui Tiq before his eyes was impersonated by a high-level Drama Cultivator.
Facing a high-level Drama Cultivator alone, Li Banfeng was indeed somewhat nervous; his expression and tone were both spot-on.
But what puzzled Li Banfeng the most was, why did this Drama Cultivator lead him to Fool’s City?
How did he know the location of Fool’s City?
Could it be that he is...
The Drama Cultivator’s gaze turned sharp. Just as he was about to make his move on Li Banfeng, Li Banfeng said, "Hold on, a good play needs a proper curtain call. We’ve come this far, let’s clear things up a bit. The woman who entered my room earlier, was she your accomplice?"
"You mean this woman?" The Drama Cultivator touched his own face and immediately transformed into the woman who had previously walked into the cabin.
The woman was his disguise; so was Cui Tiq.
Li Banfeng exclaimed, "Impressive Technique! But when I heard Cui Tiq’s voice, you were in front of me, yet his voice sounded like it was outside the house."
"Just some small tricks from the theater. You’d know if you often watched plays," the Drama Cultivator said. His lips didn’t move, yet his voice sounded as if it came from afar.
"What’s your real purpose in coming to Puluo State? To rob Loess Bridge? To take over Qi Qiu City? Or will just any place do?"
The Drama Cultivator was quite willing to answer questions about drama, but not so patient with other inquiries.
"What use is knowing so much to you? Planning to seek revenge on me in your next life?"
Li Banfeng chuckled. "The play’s almost over. Won’t you let me take a look at the script?"
The Drama Cultivator shook his head. "In this grand play, you’re just a minor character, a walk-on part. Your role is already over; no need to see the script anymore. But if you’re willing to tell the truth, I might add a bit more to your part. First, tell me, who leaked the news of my arrival in Puluo State?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "Does that sort of thing even need to be leaked? You’ve been a bit too outrageous. Ruining the child’s father right in front of the child’s mother—are you really capable of doing such a thing?"
The Drama Cultivator didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. "Who doesn’t have a hobby? Do you want to add a scene? Shall I give you an exciting one?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "I can’t accept that scene, and I’m not so eager for the curtain to fall. We’ll meet again." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Saying so, Li Banfeng turned tail and ran.
The Drama Cultivator laughed loudly. "You can’t escape! In this city, you’ll never get out. And no matter where you go, I can find you!"
Li Banfeng ran all the way back to Changsan Book Residence, where Yan Hong was practicing singing. Seeing Li Banfeng arrive, she said with a delighted face, "Sisters, come quick, our Shopkeeper is back!"
The girls surrounded him, front and back, welcoming Li Banfeng into the rear hall.
Yan Hong said, "Seventh Master, where’s the Rouge you promised to bring me last time?"
"I was in a hurry coming back and forgot to bring it. I’ll definitely make it up to you next time."
Yan Hong pouted and walked away.
Yan Qing’er came forward and said, "Seventh Master, what about the Beaded Flower you promised me last time?"
"I forgot to bring that too. I’ll make it up to you next time."
Yan Qing’er huffed and walked off.
Yan Cui’er approached and asked, "Seventh Master, what about the flesh you promised me last time?"
"I did bring that!" Li Banfeng said smilingly. "It’s just behind me and will follow shortly."
Yan Cui’er was startled. "Will follow shortly... Is this person alive?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "Alive indeed!"
Yan Qing’er said joyfully, "Did Seventh Master bring us fresh meat?"
Yan Cui’er got angry. "Did he bring it for you? That’s meant for me from Seventh Master!"
Yan Hong said angrily, "Such a big, live person! Do you intend to hog it all for yourself?"
Tang Changfa rushed out of the inner room, wielding a rolling pin. "What’s all this noise? Shopkeeper, you’re back? Did you see the City Lord?"
Li Banfeng glared and said, "Fool! A big, live person will soon be knocking on our door. Is that something to tell the City Lord?"
"A big, live person..." Tang Changfa looked at the rolling pin in his hand. "Are we still having noodles for lunch then?"
Yan Hong’er jabbed Tang Changfa with a finger. "Look at you, worthless! Still thinking about noodles? The Shopkeeper has brought us meat!"
Yan Cui’er was still feeling wronged. "The meat is mine!"
Li Banfeng told everyone, "This meat won’t be easy to handle. You all need to be careful."
Tang Changfa, full of confidence, returned to the kitchen, replaced his rolling pin with a cleaver, then shouted to everyone,
"Yan Hong’er, welcome the guest at the door, and make your smile sweeter!
Yan Qing’er, sing in the room, and make your voice higher!
Yan Cui’er, dance with your sisters, and twist your waists harder!
Shopkeeper, you sit here and drink tea. The first cut of meat is yours to taste!"
Li Banfeng did not drink tea; he wasn’t that leisurely. He took the chance to return to the Portable Residence to inform his wife and Hong Ying to prepare their Techniques for battle, and also to discuss making adjustments with the Old Man.
As Tang Changfa waited eagerly for meat in the main hall, a woman, around twenty years old, arrived at the threshold of the Book Residence and asked, "Did a man just come by?"
Yan Hong’er was taken aback. "You’re looking for a man here?"
The woman snorted. "Can’t I look for one here?"
Yan Hong’er frowned. "Do you think that’s appropriate?"
"I saw that man enter your Book Residence just now!"
Yan Hong sniffed the air and paused for a moment; she picked up a scent of blood on the woman.
Is this the live person the Shopkeeper brought back?
She returned to the hall and said to Yan Cui’er, "Stop dancing, you’re about to shake your peaches off! Old Tang, the person the Shopkeeper found is a woman. She won’t fall for our tricks!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Changfa spat on his hands twice, smoothed his hair, then tucked the cleaver into his waistband. With a determined smile, he declared, "I’ll handle this."
Off he went, leaving the sisters somewhat worried.
With him like that, can he really handle it?
I hear he usually practices his Gong; he should have some real skills, right?
What kind of real skills does he have?
