Li Banfeng asked Jiu'er, "Castellan Sun went with the peddler to fight the Dangkou Battalion. After the battle was over, did he ever return to the City of Fools?"
Jiu'er shook her head. "I never saw him come back. When Shan Chengjun killed me, I lost a lot of my memories. By the time I woke up, there wasn't a living soul left in the City of Fools. Later, I heard people say that not one of the hundred elites Sun Tiecheng took with him returned alive. Every last one of them, including Castellan Sun himself, died on the battlefield."
These memories brought Jiu'er immense grief, and Li Banfeng had no wish to reopen old wounds, but there were some things he had to get to the bottom of.
"The peddler definitely brought troops, and Castellan Sun brought a hundred elites from the City of Fools. With the kind of combat strength those two possessed back then, what on earth did the Dangkou Battalion rely on to fight them?"
Neither Jiu'er nor Hong Ying had ever seen the Dangkou Battalion. Madam didn't seem to have seen them either, but she had heard rumors. "Husband, the Dangkou Battalion possesses a unique array. Your humble servant cannot recall its name, but tactically, that array heavily counters Puluo Province."
Madam couldn't remember, but could Old Train?
"It's the Thousand-Men United Force Array," Old Train indeed remembered. "That move is particularly effective against Puluo Province. The heroes of our Puluo Province—one charging forward is invincible; ten charging forward might not be quite as heroic; a hundred charging forward, and things get very messy. A commanding officer would be at their wit's end, not even knowing what kind of tactics to deploy. To put it bluntly, our soldiers in Puluo Province aren't proper military ranks; they've never undergone discipline. Two people, one scholar and one warrior, one fighting from afar and one up close, one striking and one grappling—that allows for some basic coordination. Add in a physical cultivator and it's passable, since a physical cultivator fights uniquely and might count as a wildcard. But if you throw in a Travel Cultivator on top of that, there's simply no way to fight."
Li Banfeng didn't understand. "Why can't Travel Cultivators fight in a group?" Hong Ying was a legendary general herself!
Grandpa Train abruptly stood up and began stomping in place. "Brother, fight a battle with me and you'll understand."
Li Banfeng held Old Train back. "Brother, don't be in such a rush. Explain it to me slowly."
Old Train explained, "I can explain, but I can't do it slowly! That word 'slow' is precisely where the problem lies. A Travel Cultivator cannot be slow; to fight, they have to run! But once a Travel Cultivator gets running, who can keep up with them? How do you expect anyone else to coordinate with them in battle?
"Back in the day, the Emperor had a great general named Hong Ying whose talent as a Travel Cultivator was even greater than mine. Her way of waging war was completely different from everyone else's. She would charge straight into the enemy formation, slay the enemy commander first, shatter their battle lines, and only then signal her subordinates to charge. Her victories on the battlefield were all won through sheer recklessness and putting her life on the line. If you actually asked her to fight alongside rank-and-file soldiers, she wouldn't even know how!
"Most of Puluo Province's tactics are just like Hong Ying's. Travel Cultivators can hardly coordinate with others, and Poison Cultivators are even worse—once they unleash a technique, friend and foe alike collapse without distinction. Out of the hundreds of lineages in Puluo Province, those that can coordinate with one another are few and far between."
This tactical approach suited Hong Ying's temperament, and it matched her prowess.
Li Banfeng nodded slightly. "I feel like that approach suits me pretty well, too."
"That depends on who you're up against! Facing the Dangkou Battalion, you absolutely must not fight like that! The Dangkou Battalion's Thousand-Men United Force Array counters that exact tactic. The Dangkou Battalion is full of three-headed people with cultivation. Their cultivation isn't high, mostly at the first or second tier. One-on-one, they're certainly no match for us, but a hundred against one, and who wins or loses is anyone's guess."
"A hundred against one," Li Banfeng had heard a similar description before. "Does that count as an advantage or a disadvantage?"
"From the perspective of the Inner States, that's an enormous advantage. A hundred tier-one three-headed soldiers using the Thousand-Men United Force Array can easily kill an expert above the clouds. A thousand tier-one three-headed soldiers using the array could slaughter twenty or thirty cultivators above the clouds without breaking a sweat."
Li Banfeng recalled where he had heard that description before.
The peddler had once told him: "One person holding off thousands of troops, and thousands of troops holding off one person—both are extraordinary feats."
Zhang Wanlong had used his fellow farmers to unleash high-tier Lock Cultivator techniques; back then, the peddler had surmised that Zhang Wanlong had won through sheer numbers.
Could Zhang Wanlong also know the Thousand-Men United Force Array?
Back then, the peddler had also placed special emphasis on the Iron Bone Army.
"Brother, does the Iron Bone Army also use the Thousand-Men United Force Array?"
Old Train shook his head slightly. "It looks similar. At first, I thought they were the same, too, because both tactics depend on bloodline—one being Iron Bone men and the other three-headed people. But later I realized that the Thousand-Men United Force Array is much more sophisticated. In the Iron Bone Army, if just a few cowards lose their nerve, the entire host falls into chaos. When it really comes down to the battlefield, looking at mountains of corpses and seas of blood, how many people wouldn't flinch? That's why forging an Iron Bone Army is exceedingly difficult. But the Thousand-Men United Force Array doesn't have that flaw. Once the array is formed, even if some get scared, it won't cause the entire army to collapse. That's why I think the Dangkou Battalion is far more formidable in battle than the Iron Bone Army."
Hearing Old Train say this, Li Banfeng knew his assessment had been spot on. "The Dangkou Battalion is about to attack."
Old Train nodded. "The moment Zhang Gunli led people to attack Zhao Lanmeng, I could tell something was off. They certainly didn't just want a parcel of proper land—even if they took the territory, they wouldn't be able to hold it. But if Zhang Gunli truly killed Zhao Lanmeng, the peddler would never let the matter drop. If the Inner States stirred up more trouble on top of that, the peddler would be completely tied down. Old Seven, keep your ears to the ground. As soon as the fighting starts, I'll head straight to the battlefield. I brought quite a few good things back from the Inner States, and I'm going to have a proper bout with them this time."
Li Banfeng had already taken action long before this. Having Chu Shaoqiang deliver the letter was intended precisely to lure Qiao Yi into making a move.
He had mobilized every available channel: Xiaodu, Boundless City, the Dark Star Bureau, the White Falcon Alliance... The moment the wind stirred the grass, Li Banfeng would surely receive word. He genuinely refused to believe Qiao Yi could keep everything entirely airtight.
Nian Shangyou entered Qiao Yi's study holding a letter and began to read aloud, "Chu Shaoqiang has sent a secret missive stating—"
Qiao Yi kicked Nian Shangyou. "Who gave you permission to unseal a secret missive, and how dare you read it aloud?"
Nian Shangyou had forgotten a crucial fact: Qiao Yi's eyesight had been restored.
Qiao Yi took the letter and skimmed through it. Chu Shaoqiang had just received word that the local deity of Pillow City had been killed, and the peddler was actively tracking the killer's whereabouts.
Having finished reading, Qiao Yi looked unperturbed. "Dispatch other operatives to investigate further."
Nian Shangyou asked in a low voice, "My lord, do you not trust Chu Shaoqiang?"
"Why should I trust him? Does he deserve it?" Qiao Yi looked at Nian Shangyou. "How many blunders has he made in Puluo Province? This secret missive of his doesn't warrant even thirty percent of my trust."
Nian Shangyou lowered his head in silence. Truth be told, he had no idea whom Qiao Yi actually trusted.
Two days later, Qiao Yi received another secret report, this time delivered by an emissary sent by Ma Chenxing.
Qiao Yi frowned slightly. He did not doubt Ma Chenxing's loyalty, but he doubted Ma Chenxing's competence. Sending Ma Chenxing to Puluo Province had been intended to serve as a target to draw attention, yet he hadn't expected Nian Shangyou to have him gather intelligence.
Nian Shangyou explained, "Your subordinate did not instruct Ma Chenxing to investigate Pillow City. Ma Chenxing came across the news by accident."
Qiao Yi frowned. "Why would he stumble upon news of Pillow City by accident?"
"Because quite a few people in Pillow City have awakened from their slumber. Such a thing has not occurred in Puluo Province for many years. Under the watchful care of the local deity, the residents of Pillow City sleep for over half a year at a stretch. For such an anomaly to occur proves that Zhao Lanmeng has indeed met with misfortune."
Qiao Yi was still suspicious. "Where did Ma Chenxing get this news?"
"The Ma family conducts business throughout Puluo Province. When the people of Pillow City woke up and moved around, the Ma family's shops noticed them."
Qiao Yi shook his head. "Scout again. Have our scouts go in person to Pillow Township to investigate."
Nian Shangyou looked conflicted; the scouts might not be willing to go. "My lord, if the peddler is truly enraged over this, any scout sent there might never return."
Qiao Yi glared at Nian Shangyou. Left with no choice, Nian Shangyou issued the order to the scouts.
Two more days passed before the scout reported back. He had personally gone to Pillow City and found that many people had indeed awoken from their slumber. Unable to endure the hunger, quite a few had departed Pillow City to seek a living elsewhere.
Delight showed on Qiao Yi's face. "The time has come."
Nian Shangyou, however, grew more cautious. "Since Zhang Gunli succeeded in killing Zhao Lanmeng, he will surely send word as well. Should we wait another two days?"
Qiao Yi had no patience left to wait. "With the peddler intervening to track him down, Zhang Gunli is already backed into a corner. Forget sending word—his very life is likely forfeit this time."
Nian Shangyou said further, "Since Zhang Gunli has achieved such great merit this time, your subordinate can lead men to Puluo Province to bring him back to Chaoge."
Qiao Yi shook his head. "What would we bring him back for? That man has incurred countless grudges; everyone in Puluo Province hates him to the bone. Even here in Great Shang, plenty of his old acquaintances wish him an early grave. The two accompanying him are equally infamous. Scoundrels like that deserve to die. Let them entangle the peddler for a few more days. Order the Ministry of War to prepare the mobile encampment. The Dangkou Battalion will march tomorrow to attack White Falcon Commandery."
Nian Shangyou remarked, "The Dangkou Battalion has only trained for a short while, and the soldiers' tiers are very low. They are a far cry from the Dangkou Battalion that clashed with the peddler all those years ago. Marching out in haste might be ill-advised."
"This time, they are not clashing with the peddler, nor are they fighting Puluo Province's main forces," Qiao Yi had already made up his mind. "Attacking anywhere else would certainly be unwise, but taking White Falcon Commandery is a certainty. The peddler is pinned down by Zhang Gunli, Eighteen Wheels still needs time to recover, and White Falcon Commandery is far beyond rugged mountains and distant trails—no one else will be able to arrive in time to reinforce them. This is the prime opportunity to annihilate the enemy."
Nian Shangyou replied, "Yet even if we capture White Falcon Commandery, we won't be able to hold it."
"There is no need to hold it long-term," Qiao Yi said, shaking his head. "Annihilating the stubborn enemies of White Falcon Commandery and charting the sea route into Puluo Province will constitute a great victory!"
Nian Shangyou drafted the order and was about to deliver it to the Ministry of War when Qiao Yi suddenly cautioned him, "Everything must be carried out in absolute secrecy. There are many spies in Chaoge. Instruct the Ministry of War that not the slightest whisper must leak."
Li Banfeng was awaiting word of the Shang State's movements when Luo Zhengnan called. "A Western woman with the surname Zuo says White Falcon Commandery is in danger."
There had been no word from anyone else; the first to deliver intelligence was actually Zuo Anna of the White Falcon Alliance. It seemed the White Falcon Alliance's intelligence network in Great Shang was exceptionally thorough.
Her statement that White Falcon Commandery was in danger meant the Shang State was about to strike.
Their prior assessment had been entirely correct: for years, the Shang State had relentlessly attacked White Falcon Commandery, and this time was no exception, as reinforcing White Falcon Commandery was notoriously difficult.
Li Banfeng immediately telephoned Tan Jinxiao, telling him to prepare for war at once.
Seeing the urgency of the situation, Old Train said to Li Banfeng, "I'll make an exception this once and let you ride sleeper class. Hop aboard, quick!"
Li Banfeng replied, "Brother, my cultivation isn't low either. If we sprint together, it's hard to say who's faster."
The two sped along toward Santoucha. Near the Boundary, Li Banfeng originally intended to contact A'yu to deactivate it, but Old Train seized Li Banfeng onto his back and charged straight through the Boundary with him.
He used no protection whatsoever, just barreling right across.
"Brother, you cross the Boundary just like that?"
"Choo-choo—!" Old Train blew his whistle. "Crossing like this is still the simple way. The situation is pressing today, so I won't play fancy tricks for you. When we have free time another day, I'll show you something truly thrilling!"
Reaching Santoucha, they still needed to head into the underground city, pass through the Mortal Market, and take the Sea Market.
Many personnel from the Border Control Bureau had appeared in Santoucha, and the Sinless Army was steadily assembling.
Li Banfeng notified Liao Zihui, who had already sprung into action.
Qiu Zhiheng was allocating personnel, rations, and ordnance, shipping them to White Falcon Commandery via the Sea Market.
Old Train said, "Setting things in motion now might be a bit too late."
Li Banfeng shook his head. "Not late. This isn't the first time reinforcements have been sent to White Falcon Commandery. We started preparations long ago."
Within the military camp, lanterns burned brightly.
Qiao Yi stood in the grand hall, clutching a golden battle-axe in hand, and addressed the assembled officers and soldiers:
"Valiant sons of Great Shang! Mighty scions of the imperial house! Today presents you an auspicious chance to achieve illustrious merit and forge lasting renown! Wield your blades and axes to rend the flesh of rebels; spur your iron cavalry to raze the cities of traitors; employ your wits and stratagems to crush the reckless follies of treacherous marquises! By your glorious deeds, recast the prestige of Great Shang and revive the sacred glory of our altars and shrines! When your grand might is fully unfurled, you shall ensure that those insolent traitors across Great Shang's territory abandon all thought of rebellion forever, never daring to let it sprout again!"
The entire army erupted in cheers like mountains roaring and seas surging.
The commanding generals—Yi Sheng, Han Qing, and Yan Chong—stepped forward. They were a single body with three heads, with Han Qing normally handling affairs.
They were about to receive the golden battle-axe bestowed by Qiao Yi.
The golden battle-axe, shaped like an axe of war, played a central role in Great Shang's axe-bestowing ceremony. It was of paramount importance, symbolizing the recognition of a general's competence and the conferral of supreme authority before the host embarked on campaign.
Holding the head of the axe, Qiao Yi placed the shaft into Han Qing's hands and declared, "From this moment forth, from here up to the heavens, the general shall command."
He then grasped the shaft and handed the blade to Han Qing, declaring, "From this moment forth, from here down to the abyss, the general shall command."
The ceremony concluded, and the Dangkou Battalion set forth immediately on its campaign.
Qiao Yi withdrew from the encampment without accompanying the army.
Waging war against Puluo Province was an entirely different matter from fighting the Tufang State.
Fighting the Tufang State was a proper clash between two regular armies; win or lose, so long as the battle wasn't an utter bloodbath, the commanders on either side rarely faced peril to their lives.
Fighting Puluo Province, anything could happen. White Falcon Commandery in particular was full of stubborn, unyielding bastards—even when all hope was lost, they would fight to the bitter end. It was entirely possible for Great Shang to win an overwhelming victory yet have its commander dragged down to death by White Falcon Commandery's desperate final struggle.
Moreover, Qiao Yi had no need to prove himself now. The war against the Tufang State had already propelled his prestige to its zenith. This campaign could solidify his standing in Great Shang, but it did not require him to take the field in person.
Han Qing was also an exceptional commander who had directed many pivotal battles during the war with Tufang. He was also one of Qiao Yi's trusted confidants, so appointing him as supreme commander naturally gave Qiao Yi peace of mind.
Watching the massive encampment slowly depart, Qiao Yi immediately began deploying the next stage of operations. "Once White Falcon Commandery is seized, have the Ministry of Works immediately dispatch personnel to chart the sea route leading into Puluo Province."
Nian Shangyou replied, "The Ministry of Works has already assembled the necessary personnel."
White Falcon Commandery connected to the sea leading into Puluo Province—a route Li Banfeng had seen before as well.
Qiao Yi cautioned again, "Once victory is secured, the peddler will inevitably strike back. At present, the Dangkou Battalion's combat strength is limited and ill-equipped to withstand him. A retreat route must be secured under all circumstances."
Nian Shangyou said, "Arrangements have been properly made."
Qiao Yi still could not set his mind at ease. "Tell Shan Chengjun to dispatch men to Puluo Province under the pretext of the puppet king to launch further harassment and tie down the peddler as much as possible."
Above White Falcon Commandery, the five floating islands suddenly moved outside the cavern.
Ling Baitao and his clansmen crouched upon the trees, their shrill, mournful howls rising and falling in succession.
This was the unique horn call of White Falcon Commandery: war was upon them.
A colossal sphere descended from the heavens.
Han Qing, Great Shang's commanding general, carefully observed the situation on Baitao Island and ordered his troops to assemble, preparing to strike.
"Hear my command! The people of White Falcon Commandery are fierce and intractable. Once conquered today, every dweller of the five islands—regardless of age, woman, or child—shall be slaughtered without mercy! Leave none surviving!"
This was the most thorough massacre order, and it was the very order the Dangkou Battalion most desired to hear.
Leaving none alive, butchering them all—for them, that was the easiest order to execute.
The gates of the mobile encampment swung open, and three thousand cavalry roared forth.
Being cavalry, they naturally required mounts. Straddled beneath each three-headed rider was an iron steed bearing a pair of wings. In truth, however, these iron steeds were not mere mounts—they were armor.
The armor worn by the three-headed warriors could transform into different shapes. In aerial combat, the armor could sprout wings; in land warfare, it could extend four hooves; and in naval battles, it could transform into a boat.
The armor was extraordinarily tough and could vent steam—a magnificent implement suited for both offense and defense, and a piece of equipment far beyond anything Puluo Province or the Outer States could match.
The three thousand iron cavalry dived downward as the warriors of Baitao Island charged forward to meet them. In the thick of the battle, Ling Baitao stayed at the very forefront. Within White Falcon Commandery, Ling Baitao possessed the highest cultivation and the strongest combat prowess, capable of slaying enemy commanders.
Yet he had never encountered the Dangkou Battalion and knew nothing of their tactics.
Ling Baitao was precisely whom Han Qing aimed to strike today.
Three thousand cavalry cried out in unison: "Kill!"
This shout rolled like a sonic tsunami, causing all five islands of White Falcon Commandery to tremble alongside it.
This was a classic tactic engineered specifically against Puluo Province.
The soundwave was directed straight at Ling Baitao. By Han Qing's estimation, this single roar alone would grievously injure Ling Baitao; a few more shouts would blow him to pieces.
This was also the strategy Han Qing had established in advance: slay Ling Baitao, and White Falcon Commandery, deprived of its leader, would inevitably collapse into chaos.
Once blown to pieces, the enemy's corpses would fall to the ground incomplete, preventing them from turning into peach trees—which meant the subsequent land battle would be vastly easier.
The reality turned out to be even rosier than he had anticipated: after that single roar, Ling Baitao's body exploded directly into pieces.
Morale in the Dangkou Battalion surged, and they bellowed repeatedly: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The colossal sonic waves swept through like a tempest tearing through dead leaves, engulfing every White Falcon Commandery warrior.
The warriors exploded one after another; in the blink of an eye, almost none remained.
The Dangkou Battalion charged with mounting ferocity, yet Han Qing felt something was wrong.
This battle was going far too smoothly.
The bodies of the people from Baitao Island seemed far too fragile.
The color of their flesh and blood appeared unnaturally bright.
There seemed to be a sweetish, bloody scent in the air.
And where was all this dust drifting through the air coming from?
It didn't look like dust—it was white fluff.
A tuft of fluff landed on Han Qing's hand, like a parachutist making a successful landing.
This was... dandelion fluff!
Han Qing faintly heard screams of agony, and the screams seemed to come from the Dangkou Battalion itself.
What was going on?
They were still charging, yet Han Qing could see several soldiers writhing and struggling within their armor.
He flicked the dandelion fluff off his hand. His attention was wholly focused on the battlefield, so he failed to notice that the dandelion seed had not been shaken loose.
The white fluff clung tightly to his hand. The seed nestled at its center sprouted with shocking speed, its tender roots abruptly burrowing into his palm.
A stabbing pain shot through Han Qing. He yanked the dandelion out with all his might, and the wrench tore a large chunk of skin and flesh right off his palm.
Now he knew where the screams were coming from.
He saw vast swathes of dandelion seeds drifting through the sky, all bursting out from the exploding "warriors" of White Falcon Commandery.
Through his observation equipment, Han Qing saw the corpses on the ground. They were not warriors at all—they were watermelons! They were containers for these seeds!
No wonder there was a sweetish, bloody scent in the air. But why had those watermelons been able to move?
Han Qing had no time to ponder that question. He instantly barked the order to retreat, but the soldiers who had charged onto Baitao Island no longer had any chance to pull back.
The dandelion seeds clung to their hands and heads, crept into their armor, and ceaselessly took root in their flesh.
One soldier clutched his throat, desperate to scream yet unable to make a sound; dandelions had rooted themselves within his windpipe.
Another soldier frantically ripped a dandelion from his eye socket, tearing his own eyeball out along with it.
Yet another covered his ears as green leaves poked out from his ear canals, bearing blossoms upon their stems. Having gorged themselves on flesh and blood, the dandelion blossoms withered rapidly, transforming into white, fluffy balls that continued to broadcast seeds.
Leaves and branches sprouted across the body of every three-headed cavalryman; fluffy blossoms hung from them all, each soldier nurturing dandelions with their own flesh and blood.
Whether fallen to the earth or hovering in the air, the cavalrymen were utterly powerless to fight, writhing in agony under the torture of the dandelions.
In the tunnel below, Zhang Wanlong smiled, and Xiao Genzi beside him smiled.
Aboard the ship, Tan Jinxiao smiled, while Xu Han held it in for a long time, rubbed his face, and ultimately couldn't help smiling either.
Master and three disciples had worked without sleep or rest for days, and at last, they had pulled it off!
Xu Han praised, "Jinxiao, your contribution to this battle cannot go uncredited."
Tan Jinxiao waved his hand. "I didn't do much heavy lifting. The one who truly pulled the weight this time is Wanlong. Being able to cultivate such formidable watermelons and dandelions is real skill. I'm a hundred percent full of admiration!"
Xu Han said, "Without the thick phlegm you gathered, these dandelions couldn't have been grown either."
"That business was truly no walk in the park. Going door-to-door begging people for their phlegm—that was downright humiliating."
Xu Han chuckled. "Begging for night soil wasn't humiliating?"
Tan Jinxiao shook his head. "That's entirely different! When I want night soil, I go dredge it up from latrines, and when I say it's for farming, folk understand. But going up to young maidens and asking them to spit in a jar for me—Master, do you have any idea how many beatings I took for that? Those girls really laid into me! It's a good thing I used to be a hoodlum, or I never would've held up!"
Even as they spoke, more than half of the three thousand Dangkou troops were killed or wounded.
The real Ling Baitao, hiding inside the tunnel, saw that the time was ripe and asked Zhang Wanlong to recall the dandelions so they could head out for the final showdown.
Zhang Wanlong shook his head. "These dandelions can't be called back."
Plants did not possess such potent spirituality; how could they return just because he willed it?
If they couldn't be recalled, what were they to do?
This stuff made no distinction between friend and foe, so they couldn't charge out to fight right now either.
Ling Baitao was eager to charge out and end the battle, but Zhang Wanlong cautioned him, "There's no need to be in such a rush. If you charge out now, even without the dandelions, you'll regret it."
"What would I have to regret?" Ling Baitao still had not realized the gravity of the situation.
Zhang Wanlong sighed. "My master looks honest and simple on the surface, but deep down he's wicked to the bone. He's about to make his move, and you certainly don't know what it looks like when he strikes."
Everyone raised their heads and saw a golden dragon soar into the sky from the seashore, hurtling straight toward the Shang State encampment.
Han Qing shouted orders to shut the gates, but it was already too late.
Swept up by the golden dragon, massive swarms of dandelion seeds crashed along with it straight into the encampment.
The moment the golden dragon bore down directly on him, Han Qing felt a despair he had never known before.
The entire encampment was submerged in a golden ocean.
Han Qing struggled desperately within this ocean, and the unfolding situation plunged him into even deeper despair.
The dandelion seeds swept in alongside it, met with such abundant fertilizer, began to grow with rabid frenzy.
Old Train and Li Banfeng stood suspended in midair. From the stench drifting through the atmosphere, Old Train had already clearly discerned the state of the battle ahead.
"That has to be Old Xu making a move, right? Normal folks don't carry a stink that pungent."
Li Banfeng said, "Not just Elder Xu alone, but his disciples as well."
Old Train found it hard to believe. "He and his disciples actually bothered to stick their noses into someone else's business?"
"They would!" Li Banfeng nodded. "As long as Puluo Province doesn't let the farmers get the short end of the stick, they won't let Puluo Province take the loss."
PS: If Qiao Yi had brought Wind Cultivators, the dandelions probably wouldn't have worked.
Chapter 745