The Overlord of Puluo

His name is Li Banfeng—feng as in mountain peak, not feng as in mad. The doctor confirmed that he wasn't crazy. To save a friend's life, he went to Platform 96, boarded Steam Train 1160, and arrived in Puluo Province, a land frozen in the steam age. There, he encountered a confidante living inside an antique phonograph, a peerless beauty within a vintage calendar poster, a swinging belle inside an old grandfather clock, and an eccentric hermit inside a wine gourd. In this realm, there are Food Cultivators who grow fiercer the more they eat, Smoke Cultivators who grow stronger the more they puff, Martial Cultivators who grow more ruthless the more they kill, and Wine Cultivators who grow wilder the more they drink. There are Travel Cultivators who want to venture everywhere, and Shut-in Cultivators who refuse to step a single foot outside. A hundred factions under heaven—who dares contend? Ten thousand cultivators across Puluo—who stands supreme? Banfeng put on his suit, donned his fedora, picked up a feather duster, and asked in all earnestness: "Tell me, who is the Lord of Puluo?"