Stellar Technique

Lai Baifan swallowed Li Banfeng in a single gulp, stood up, and prepared to head out into the yard to summon the twelve disciples he had brought along, aiming to wrap up the business at the quarry posthaste. Before he even reached the yard, a searing pain tore through his stomach, wracking his body with spasms and making veins throb across his skin. *This Li Qi really has some skill. Even inside my stomach, he refuses to quiet down. No wonder he managed to stir up so many storms across Puluo Province and the Outer States.* *I can't move around recklessly. I need to digest him properly for a while.* Lai Baifan sat back down inside the room. Catching his breath for a moment, he first deployed a technique—the Food Cultivator technique, Churning Oceans of Sour Rivers. Tides of gastric acid churned and surged in his gut. Even if Li Banfeng were forged of tempered steel, this would dissolve him clean away. Feeling his stomach settle somewhat, Lai Baifan used another technique—the Food Cultivator technique, Hundred Swallows, Hundred Transformations. This was a pillar technique of the Food Cultivators: swallow a stone, and the body could become as hard as stone; swallow a blazing fire, and the body could unleash flames. Now that he had swallowed Li Qi, if he digested him well, he could obtain quite a few techniques from Li Qi. If he digested him poorly, Li Qi's formidable cultivation might clash violently with his own, inflicting severe internal trauma. Now was a critical juncture. The matters at the quarry would have to be left to his subordinates for now. Sitting inside the room, he called out. He didn't summon them all, calling only his most loyal disciple into the yard. "Guaizi, get in here!" He shouted several times before someone finally answered outside. A man limped into the yard. "Master, you called for me?" The disciple couldn't be blamed for being slow. Separated by the house and the yard, the distance was considerable to begin with, and Lai Baifan had little strength at the moment, so his voice wasn't very loud. "Guaizi, come into the room to talk!" The man entered the room. Lowering his voice, Lai Baifan instructed, "Take your fellow disciples and clean up everyone in the quarry. Leave not a single soul alive." "Not a single one?" Guaizi froze for a second. "Even Manager Tie...?" Manager Tie was Iron Baldy, who was currently tied up outside in the yard right beneath the window. Iron Baldy was Lai Baifan's grand-disciple and Guaizi's junior nephew. Technically, they belonged to the same sect, and Guaizi truly had no desire to take Iron Baldy's life. Lai Baifan glared at him. "When I say leave none, I mean leave none! The one who came to stir up trouble at the quarry is a big shot. Not a word of today's events can get out. If word leaks, I'll clean you up as well!" Guaizi shuddered and asked cautiously, "How should we handle the corpses?" "Do you really need me to—" Lai Baifan was about to lose his temper when another sharp jolt of agony flared in his gut, making stars dance before his eyes and nearly sending him sprawling to the floor. *This Li Qi is truly tough to digest. Even after using so much stomach acid, he hasn't been melted down yet.* Forcing himself to maintain an impassive expression, Lai Baifan said patiently to Guaizi, "Dispose of the bodies properly. Tell them to bury them deep so when spring comes and the snow melts, the corpses won't be exposed." Guaizi nodded. Just as he reached the doorway, Lai Baifan snapped at him again, "You idiot, close the door!" Guaizi was indeed somewhat foolish and his cultivation wasn't very high, but among the disciples, he was the most loyal. Lai Baifan knew all too well what the others were like; if those little bastards realized he was in bad shape, they might cut and run—or even turn on him. Guaizi closed the door, walked into the yard, and was just about to head for the courtyard gate when he suddenly felt a beam of light shine onto him. This scared Guaizi half to death. This was Santoucha, where being struck by heavenly light was a common occurrence. Just as he was about to dive back into the house to escape the heavenly light, he suddenly saw a man in a black suit and a fedora appear right before him. *Isn't that the guy who came to cause trouble at the quarry?* *Wasn't he just talking with the Patriarch inside the room?* *I didn't see him earlier and thought the Patriarch had already dealt with him. How did he suddenly...?* Li Banfeng vanished in the blink of an eye. Guaizi wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was certainly experienced. Disregarding the heavenly light for the moment, he hastily searched for his opponent's silhouette. With such frightening speed, the man was very likely a Travel Cultivator. If he were caught by Viewing Flowers from Horseback, it would be fatal. Guaizi looked all around and finally spotted Li Banfeng. Below the window sill, Li Banfeng had killed Iron Baldy and Ge Yugen. Guaizi stared blankly. The halo of light beside him abruptly intensified, and the projector hovering midair suddenly revealed itself, capturing Guaizi on the spot. The glow didn't disperse; instead, it shifted onto Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng instantly took on Guaizi's appearance, pushed open the courtyard gate, and stepped outside. Lai Baifan sat in the room, sweat dripping down his temples. His stomach still ached terribly. A moment ago, some noise had come from the yard, sounding like Iron Baldy letting out a couple of yelps. *Did Guaizi mess things up again?* Lai Baifan rose, went over to the window, and pushed it open. Iron Baldy and Ge Yugen were both lying beneath the sill, already dead. Not bad. Guaizi didn't show mercy to Iron Baldy. He handled it well this time. Lai Baifan felt a bit more at ease, and his stomach felt slightly better too. While he couldn't say he had dissolved Li Qi completely into nothing, he had at least steeped him soft. "Guaizi" led Lai Baifan's twelve disciples up Radish Mountain. The disciples asked, "What did Master send us here to do? You haven't said a single word this entire way!" "Guaizi" lowered his voice. "There's a small cave up on this slope. Master told us to take all the good stuff out of it. We can't let that brat have any of it." "Which brat?" "The one who came to stir up trouble." "Master is giving him the quarry?" "Master said the guy has a massive backing and even has connections in the Garrison Office. It's not worth falling out with him over a single business like this. We need to hurry and haul away all the good stuff first." Hearing this, the disciples nodded one after another. This was a cushy errand, though they'd first have to see what was in the cave. If it was magical treasures and spiritual items, they'd better not touch a single one—Master would definitely keep track of those. But if it was genuine gold and silver, there was no need to be polite. Master probably wouldn't care if they pocketed a little for themselves. The group followed "Guaizi" into the cave. Deep within, it was pitch-black. "Guaizi" opened the door to the companion dwelling. "Brothers, over here!" The disciples piled in after him. "What kind of place is this?" "It's so dark, why hasn't anyone lit a torch?" "Why is there a bed here? Does someone live in this place?" "Oho! Not just a bed—there's a pretty girl too!" Hong Ying felt a flutter of delight. Turning her head, she smiled and asked, "Am I pretty?" "Mother of god! A ghost!" It was just his rotten luck; that single line blew Hong Ying's temper wide open. Swinging her sword, Hong Ying lopped off the man's ears and nose. "Take a piss and look at your own reflection! See what kind of face you have, and see if you're the one who looks like a ghost!" The rest realized something was terribly wrong and scrambled to run out. How could they possibly escape? Li Banfeng had long since shut the door. Hong Ying fought for a short while, cutting down half of them. Wiping away the blood, she couldn't be bothered with the remaining half. "I'll leave them for you to eat. Such coarse, shoddy ingredients really don't whet my appetite." The gramophone gave Hong Ying two whacks with her paddle. "How can you call them shoddy? Their cultivations aren't low. My husband works hard to support this household, yet he's spoiled that mouth of yours! "Whether it's coarse fare or mountain delicacies, it's all earned through my husband's blood and sweat! Back when I first followed him, having a single bite was a blessing. Since when do you get to be so picky? Hurry up and finish off these ingredients!" Hong Ying huffed. "Little Nine, get over here and clean up the ingredients!" With an impatient scowl, Miss Nine stepped into the main room. It took a fair bit of effort before she finished off the rest of them. She sat to the side panting for a moment, only to hear Hong Ying taunt her: "Little madwoman, you're truly useless now. Facing just a few petty thieves wore you out like this?" Miss Nine scoffed, "These guys weren't easy to take down. Besides, this body really is no good. That wretched Red Lotus simply refuses to put in any effort for me." The gramophone glanced at Zhao Xiaowan's puppet. "When it comes to fighting, this body isn't well-suited either. It might not be that Red Lotus was withholding; she probably only has that much skill." Sitting by the vanity, Hong Ying gave a light chuckle. "How can a body crafted by someone else ever compare to flesh and blood grown on one's own? I, Hong Ying, have that backbone. In all things I rely on my own abilities—I never count on others!" The gramophone rotated its horn and tamped down the flame on its chest. Jiuer drew a dagger from her sleeve, watching Hong Ying with a smile. From inside the second room, Red Lotus suddenly called out, "Stop gossiping behind my back. If you have something to say, say it to my face." Jiuer sneered, "What if I say it to your face? The things you make are just garbage!" "If it's garbage, then don't use it!" Red Lotus cracked the door open a sliver. "Send some food in." Hong Ying turned her spearhead toward the door and cast a glance at Red Lotus. "Look at you putting on airs. Can't you come out and eat yourself?" "I can come out, but the one in this room cannot." "The one in the room?" The flame surged, and the gramophone raised its guard. Hong Ying looked toward the crack in the door as a dark shadow slowly crept out. This wasn't Red Lotus's shadow. The shadow had no sharp angles; it was extraordinarily smooth. Hong Ying asked, "Little Jiuer, who used to live in the second room?" Miss Nine shook her head. "I can't remember." Hong Ying grew a bit annoyed. "What were the rules we agreed on before? What did 'absolute obedience' mean? You could afford to fight, but you can't afford to lose, is that it?" Miss Nine said, "I'm not lying to you. I really can't remember. I only recall that there seemed to be a ruthless figure in the second room." *** Lai Baifan sat in the room for a while, and his stomach settled down considerably. He stood up and stretched a bit, feeling somewhat bloated. Rubbing his belly, he muttered to himself, "Guess he still isn't fully digested." "How about some tea to help wash it down?" Li Banfeng held out a teapot. Lai Baifan froze, staring at Li Banfeng. "You're..." "Didn't you recognize me just now? I'm Li Qi!" Li Banfeng cupped his fists in greeting. "I forgot to ask you—is it appropriate to cup my fists in greeting here?" Li Banfeng had asked this question once before. This gave Lai Baifan an illusion—he wondered if he had just been dreaming. He had eaten Li Qi, yet the man popped right back up in the blink of an eye, casually making small talk as if they had only just met. Lai Baifan had ruled over a corner of Santoucha and was truly a man of wide experience. The illusion flickered away, and setting his doubts aside, he snapped back to full awareness. Dull thuds of pain flared in his stomach once more. Now was clearly not the right time to battle Li Qi; Lai Baifan decided to flee. Charging straight out past Li Banfeng was too difficult. Lai Baifan leaped up onto the roof beam, took a massive bite, chewed the main beam, and swallowed it down. The roof collapsed with a deafening crash. Relying on his thick hide and tough flesh, Lai Baifan burst through the roof and dashed directly toward the forest. Li Banfeng used his technique, Sever the Path to Forge a Way, bypassing the falling roof, and gave chase right behind Lai Baifan. Lai Baifan bounded and leaped, running at blazing speed, managing to match Li Banfeng stride for stride for a short stretch. Pursuing him for a moment, Li Banfeng made a rough assessment: Lai Baifan's speed was on par with Banfeng the Second. This proved that a portion of Banfeng the Second's techniques had already been stolen by him. The reason he could steal Banfeng the Second's techniques was that Banfeng the Second was in his stomach. Earlier, Lai Baifan had mentioned Granny Ku to Li Banfeng, saying that three years ago, when Li Banfeng first arrived in Puluo Province, Granny Ku had asked him to look after Li Qi. When Li Banfeng first arrived in Puluo Province, Granny Ku had no idea he was called Li Qi; Li Banfeng hadn't even known he would be called Li Qi. The first time Li Banfeng used the name Li Qi was in Yaowanggou when he met Ma the Fifth and Qin the Ninth. The name Li Qi rolled off the tongue easily, so he had just casually blurted it out. There was a glaring flaw in those words, and Li Banfeng had grown suspicious right then. He quietly released Banfeng the Second and hid him in a corner of the room. Banfeng the Second was a shadow, and combined with a House Cultivator's talent for escaping notice, he had slid silently from beneath Li Banfeng's feet into the courtyard without Lai Baifan noticing. When Lai Baifan opened his mouth and clamped down on Li Banfeng's head, the one held in his mouth really was Li Banfeng. Only when he was about to swallow Li Banfeng whole did Li Banfeng swap places with Banfeng the Second. Fortunately, he had taken precautions beforehand. If the one swallowed had been Li Banfeng himself, the situation right now would be vastly different. In truth, he also had Du Wenming to thank for this. Under normal circumstances, Li Banfeng had never used his shadows very smoothly, and his technique of Heavenly Accord was intermittent at best. After killing Du Wenming, Li Banfeng gained considerable insight into manipulating shadows, growing increasingly proficient with his techniques. After chasing each other for a while, Lai Baifan burst out of the woods and into a patch of wasteland. As the sunlight beat down on him, Lai Baifan shuddered. He circled across the open ground for a moment, feeling wave after wave of dizziness, and turned back to leap into the forest. He had gained Banfeng the Second's abilities, but he had also acquired Banfeng the Second's traits. A shadow cannot exist without light, yet it fears light; under strong glare, it is left at a loss. After maneuvering through the woods for a short while, Lai Baifan suddenly saw a ring of light ripple beneath his feet. *What is this? A boundary? Where did a boundary come from out here?* *No!* *This is a House Cultivator technique!* *Li Qi cultivates House Cultivator as well?* *Travel Cultivation can actually be compatible with House Cultivation?* *Is this Close the Doors and Bar the Gates, or Expand the Domain and Open the Frontiers?* *His house isn't even here—how could he use this technique?* Lai Baifan had no time to ponder. The pressing dilemma before him was whether to leap out of this halo of light beneath his feet. Leaping out would inevitably cause severe injuries. Staying put and fighting a House Cultivator within his boundary was brutally difficult. This was precisely what made House Cultivators so repulsive to fight: once you were on their doorstep, there was no good way to handle them. While Lai Baifan was still hesitating, the halo suddenly swept beneath his feet. *How can this thing move...?* A layer of skin and flesh was flayed right off Lai Baifan. Soaked in blood, he collapsed onto his back, limbs pointed skyward. This posture was quite peculiar, lying face-up motionless exactly like a dead toad. *Is he really dead?* To be safe, Li Banfeng first sent out a shadow, then strode forward, preparing to stomp Lai Baifan to death with Treading Ten Thousand Rivers. Yet the moment his foot shot out, Lai Baifan flipped upright. Opening his mouth, he clamped down on Li Banfeng's foot first, sucked with immense force, and swallowed Li Banfeng whole once more. Lai Baifan sat on the ground and rubbed his belly. *I really didn't expect this kid to dual-cultivate House and Travel.* *House Cultivators have the technique Body and Shadow Comforting Each Other. Could what I swallowed earlier have been Li Qi's shadow?* *Yet Lai Baifan had seen Body and Shadow Comforting Each Other before. Although a shadow could move, it was starkly different from a living person—how could he have failed to tell them apart?* Spasms of sharp pain interrupted Lai Baifan's thoughts. The agonizing pain in his stomach flared continuously, sweat pouring from him. Gritting his teeth, Lai Baifan took step after step out of the woods. Regardless of what technique Li Qi used, and regardless of whether the first one swallowed was a shadow or a double, now that both had been swallowed, Li Qi certainly couldn't get out. All that remained was to digest them slowly. He hesitated over whether to check on the quarry. No survivors could be left there, but in Lai Baifan's current condition, having too many people see him probably wouldn't be good either. As he wavered, Lai Baifan suddenly sensed danger closing in—he had acquired the technique Seek Fortune, Avoid Disaster as well. *Where is the danger coming from?* *Is Li Qi still alive?* *Then what are these two things in my stomach?* *How could a House Cultivator control two shadows?* *Just what kind of technique is Li Qi using?* With both things thrashing about together in his stomach, Lai Baifan used his gastric acid several times, but couldn't suppress them. Gastric acid indeed couldn't suppress shadows, but Lai Baifan possessed bronze walls and iron bastions inside his stomach; he was certain the two things could not break out. He stood on the ground for a moment, then suddenly flipped backward onto his back, once again sprawled with his limbs in the air. Li Banfeng was thoroughly baffled. *We haven't even fought yet, so why is Lai Baifan lying on his back again?* Pondering for a moment, Li Banfeng realized something: swallowing a person in one gulp was such a formidable technique that, by all rights, it shouldn't be usable in rapid succession. Yet after collapsing on his back, the man entered a state of suspended animation. Once he revived, the techniques he had used before seemed completely reset, allowing him to smoothly swallow an entire person all over again. Not only could he use the technique consecutively, but his body had also recovered considerably—the flesh scraped away by the boundary earlier had basically grown back. Li Banfeng decided to test his hypothesis. He sent two shadows straight into close quarters. If Lai Baifan didn't move, they would hack him to death; if Lai Baifan swallowed both shadows, he would figure out another plan. Sure enough, the moment the two shadows drew near, Lai Baifan snapped awake and sprang up. With a snap of his jaws and a sweep of his tongue, he swept both shadows into his mouth and swallowed them down. From the moment Lai Baifan flipped up to the strike itself, there wasn't a heartbeat's delay. Lai Baifan hadn't engaged in any conscious thought, hadn't even gauged the shadows' positions—he simply swallowed them straightaway. This belly-up stance was a fiercely powerful trump card, and how many more variations it had, Li Banfeng had no way to deduce. Lai Baifan swayed, unsteady on his feet. Four shadows churned in his stomach, creating clearly visible, irregular bulges rippling across his body. While Li Banfeng was still pondering his next move, Lai Baifan abruptly leaped right before him, landing on all fours and kicking up a cloud of dust. Thankfully, Li Banfeng dodged quickly; otherwise, this blow would have left him grievously injured. Lai Baifan had actually learned Treading Ten Thousand Rivers. High-tier Food Cultivators were truly difficult to deal with—the more they fought, the more they learned, and the stronger they became. Lai Baifan bounded into the air, seeking to vanish from Li Banfeng's line of sight. *He's trying to use Viewing Flowers from Horseback!* Li Banfeng matched his movements, ensuring Lai Baifan remained in his sight at all times. Lai Baifan continuously shifted positions, yet still had breath to spare to taunt Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, do you still want to fight? Everything you know, I know. You can't beat me today!" *That's right. Everything I know, he knows; beating him really won't be easy.* As Li Banfeng wrestled with that thought, he suddenly sensed something amiss—he was struggling to keep up with Lai Baifan's pace. Was he slower than Lai Baifan? No, it was that Li Banfeng genuinely didn't want to fight anymore. He had been struck by a Fool cultivator technique. Li Banfeng's shadows could use Fool cultivator techniques. Could Lai Baifan have learned those as well? How long could he use them? What other methods did he possess besides Fool techniques? Could he have stolen every single technique the shadows knew? Were high-tier Food Cultivators really this unreasonable? Affected by the Fool cultivator technique, Li Banfeng's steps grew slower and slower. With a kick of his legs, Lai Baifan leaped before Li Banfeng once again. Lai Baifan had indeed unleashed a Fool cultivator technique just now, but he didn't know it was one; he only knew something had gone wrong with Li Banfeng's footwork, and sought to take advantage of the opening to claim Li Banfeng's life. Li Banfeng braced himself for a life-and-death struggle. In an instant, he released three shadows: two in front of him and one behind. Lai Baifan suddenly fell backward onto the ground. The moment Li Banfeng closed in, Lai Baifan lashed out his tongue, sweeping up both shadows and Li Banfeng together. Li Banfeng swapped places with the shadow behind him. The three shadows were swallowed by Lai Baifan, and Li Banfeng narrowly broke free. "Come on... come at me again..." Lai Baifan's body convulsed violently; his belly was on the verge of bursting. The battle was murky, and Li Banfeng's mind felt somewhat dazed, yet a bizarre sensation welled up within him—he felt the time was just about right. What time was right, Li Banfeng couldn't explain even to himself. Sensing danger, Lai Baifan grinned at Li Banfeng. "Whatever tricks you have, bring them on! Even if it's your bottom-of-the-chest trump card, I can learn it all the same." "I actually do have a trump card at the bottom of my chest. Care to try learning it?" Lai Baifan chuckled. "Arrogant. Utterly arrogant. If I were you, I'd flee for my life right now. You're young, with a bright future ahead. Cast aside this arrogance, and you will surely achieve great things someday." "Everything else is up for negotiation, but this arrogance is something I really can't let go of." Li Banfeng tipped the brim of his fedora lower, preparing to strike. As danger closed in, Lai Baifan collapsed onto his back once more. Though excruciating pain wracked his stomach, he was now fully confident he could defeat Li Banfeng. No matter what technique Li Qi used, and no matter what angle he attacked from, Lai Baifan would certainly be able to spring up before Li Banfeng landed a blow. Once he rose, he could neutralize any attack and counterstrike at any moment. Unless Li Banfeng chose to turn tail and run, thereby saving his own life, if he dared to strike again, Lai Baifan was one hundred percent certain that... *Bang!* Lai Baifan's body split open. Viewing Flowers from Horseback? No! Lai Baifan had guarded against Viewing Flowers from Horseback; his gaze had remained locked on Li Banfeng the entire time. Treading Ten Thousand Rivers? Even less possible. The moment Li Banfeng got close, he would have been swallowed by Lai Baifan. With great effort, Lai Baifan raised his head and looked at Li Qi. Li Qi hadn't seemed to move an inch. What on earth just happened? Dark shadows. Several dark shadows appeared before Lai Baifan. *Were all these shadows summoned by Li Qi? Can he still summon this many?* *I have to eat them all, leave none behind... But how could these shadows...?* Lai Baifan wanted to roll onto his back again, only to find his body unresponsive. He looked down at himself and realized that whatever he thought now was pointless. His legs had separated from his body, flying into the distance alongside his arms. His torso was a bloody mess, gaping cavities ripped right through his chest and abdomen. The shadows he saw hadn't been summoned by Li Qi just now—they were the ones he had swallowed earlier! He had believed his innards were bronze walls and iron bastions, yet seven shadows had broken through, tearing their way out from within his gut. Busting open the stomach was one thing, but how had his four limbs been severed? Who is this man? Just what kind of technique was that? "What technique... did you just use?" Lai Baifan forced out with difficulty. Li Banfeng didn't answer. He gathered up Lai Baifan's shattered body parts and brought them back into the companion dwelling. What technique had he just used? By Li Banfeng's understanding, he had used a Mad Cultivator technique: Five Horses Tearing a Body Apart. Yet where in the world was there a pathway called Mad Cultivator? Where was there a technique called Five Horses Tearing a Body Apart? Hadn't all of that just been nonsense he made up during his bouts of madness? Back inside the companion dwelling, Lai Baifan still had a single breath left in him. Li Banfeng asked, "That technique where you lie on your back with your limbs in the air—what is it called?" His consciousness hazy, Lai Baifan murmured, "Stellar technique: Hundred Variations, Hundred Overturns." With that, Lai Baifan lost consciousness. Li Banfeng asked the gramophone, "What does 'stellar technique' mean?" The gramophone replied, "Don't be in a hurry, Husband. Let your humble servant test whether it's true or false first." She consumed Lai Baifan's soul, savored the flavor, and gently swayed her large horn. "Precious Husband, tell me about that Hundred Variations, Hundred Overturns technique of his." Li Banfeng recounted the battle. After listening, the gramophone spoke in a slow, rhythmic cadence and said, "Husband, he probably wasn't lying. That truly is a stellar technique. "Husband, your prior judgment was correct: the technique he used to swallow living people whole is called Glutton's Gorging. It takes an immense toll on the body; even for a Food Cultivator on the third tier above the clouds, it can be used at most once a day. "For that old rascal to use Glutton's Gorging over and over proves that his cultivation has long surpassed the third tier above the clouds, reaching the stellar realm. He created the technique Hundred Variations, Hundred Overturns on his own, so it truly qualifies as a stellar technique." Li Banfeng listened in complete bewilderment. "What is the stellar realm?" "The stellar realm is what people call 'beyond above the clouds.' Quite a few cultivators beyond above the clouds called themselves Stars. "Who would have thought the Peddler found the name far too flashy and forbade cultivators from calling it that? So the stellar realm became the thoroughly rustic term 'beyond above the clouds,' and stellar techniques came to be known as 'beyond-above-the-clouds techniques.'" The Peddler had mentioned this matter before. What Li Banfeng cared about now wasn't Hundred Variations, Hundred Overturns; what he cared about was Five Horses Tearing a Body Apart. "Wife, can one only create their own techniques after reaching beyond above the clouds?" Critic was an obvious counterexample. The gramophone pondered for a moment. "By rights, generally only those beyond above the clouds can create techniques. Some people can also devise a few techniques when founding a pathway, though they might not be complete. In other pathways where techniques are lacking, cultivators above the clouds can also patch the gaps." That made sense. Critic was in the middle of patching the gaps for Disease Cultivators. Then what kind of situation was Five Horses Tearing a Body Apart? The gramophone glanced toward the door of the second room. "Husband, call Red Lotus out in a bit. After everyone finishes eating, have her collect the corpse. Such fine material will surely brew into wonderful elixir pills." "All right, I'll go call Red Lotus." Expression wooden, Li Banfeng moved toward the second room. The gramophone stopped Li Banfeng. "Husband, don't go to the second room today. Something has awakened in there, and your humble servant has not yet determined its origins." "Is that so." Li Banfeng sat down on the edge of the bed, his face completely devoid of expression. He didn't even care what was inside the second room. "Husband, what's weighing on your mind?" Li Banfeng shook his head. "Nothing's on my mind. I was just thinking... this time, it seems I made a massive profit." P.S. Why must there be seven shadows to execute Five Horses Tearing a Body Apart?