Li Banfeng sent out his shadows to scout ahead, then brought out Jiu'er to prepare a formation.
Looking at the state of Wuyouping, Jiu'er frowned in dismay as well. "How can anyone lay a formation in a place like this?"
Gazing into the distance, there was nothing but a vast expanse of white snow, devoid of contrast or variation. In a place like this, let alone setting up a formation, even creating an illusion would be difficult.
While Jiu'er was trying to think of a way, a response came from A'yu on the other end: "Brother, a boundary can be made on Wuyouping, but what form it will take is hard to say. Before dark today, do not let the enemy cross the Manor Boundary!"
"What is the Manor Boundary?"
"The dividing line between Jianrengang and Wuyouping!"
A'yu showed Li Banfeng a map. Taking Prince Chun's Manor as a reference point, a line spanning over three hundred li had been drawn from east to west. With this line as the divide, north was Jianrengang, and south was Wuyouping.
"Brother, look closely. The boundary I'm going to make lies right along this line. If you can't hold this line, whatever boundary I create will be useless. I've already informed A'yi. The path from Hulu Village to Wuyouping has been completely blocked off. Once the path is cleared, she will bring reinforcements immediately!"
Li Banfeng flipped open his pocket watch to check the time. It was already twelve o'clock noon; there were only six hours left until nightfall.
If one departed immediately from Jianrengang, how long would it take to reach Prince Chun's Manor?
That depended on who was traveling.
The first time Li Banfeng had led Xiao Yeci and her group out, he had not known the way, the Sage had secretly played tricks, and there was a group of children with no cultivation, so the journey had taken thirteen days in all.
Now, if Li Banfeng were to make the trip again, he could arrive in mere minutes.
How fast was the enemy army?
When Li Banfeng had traveled at a moderate pace earlier, the three-headed person had barely been able to keep up. If the entire enemy force moved at that speed, rough estimation suggested it would take them at least three hours to march from Huai'en Village to Prince Chun's Manor.
"Madam, as long as we hold out for three hours, the Boundary will be complete!"
"Three hours..." Zhao Xiaowan's expression turned grave. Looking at the map, she felt this duration was rather long.
Across a border of three hundred li, the routes the enemy could take were countless. There was simply no way to set up a defense.
"Husband, Wuyouping offers no defensible terrain to hold. Our only choice is to take the initiative and stall the enemy."
Li Banfeng knew full well how difficult this battle would be. "Madam, think on the bright side. Perhaps the enemy is still resting in Jianrengang today and won't come to Wuyouping."
His madam shook her head. "Speed is the essence of war. The enemy won't delay for long. They will certainly come to Wuyouping today."
Just as Zhao Xiaowan had predicted, half an hour later, Banfeng Two came dashing back. "The enemy is coming."
"How many?"
"Over ten thousand. Banfeng Zi is keeping watch over there." Banfeng Two marked the enemy's position on the map.
"Over ten thousand..." Zhao Xiaowan's eyes shifted, turning toward Jiu'er. "Can the Dazzling Confusion Formation stall ten thousand people?"
Jiu'er shook her head repeatedly. "I've never tried using a formation against so many people. Besides, this place isn't suited for laying out a formation at all. Even if I plant a few wooden stakes in the ground, when ten thousand-odd people march past, they might not even notice them—"
As she spoke, the biting wind choked Jiu'er, making her cough twice. The old teapot took the initiative to pour her a cup of tea.
Looking at the cup of tea, an idea came to Jiu'er.
"My lord, how much water can our old teapot produce?"
"Plenty! Enough to flood an entire street!"
This was no boast on Li Banfeng's part. Back when the old teapot had first started following him, it could easily flood an alleyway. After all these years of living the high life, flooding an entire street was effortless.
"My lord, lend me the teapot. I have an idea!"
Based on the enemy's marching route, Zhao Xiaowan selected an ambush point fifty li ahead. Clutching the teapot, Jiu'er began setting up the formation.
Tea poured over the snow, pitting and melting patches of it, bringing out a sense of depth and variation.
Jiu'er instructed the old teapot to brew mostly light tea. The color of light tea differed from the snow without being glaringly conspicuous. Where the tea had soaked into the snow, mottled spots remained, outlining the shape of the formation.
Zhao Xiaowan led Hong Ying to the outer perimeter of the formation. The two poked numerous holes into the packed snow. When the cold wind blew through, faint notes resembling music seemed to rise, sounding between dream and reality.
Once everything was prepared, the group waited less than half an hour before the enemy appeared.
A legion of three-headed people marched across the snowfield in grand and imposing fashion. They were massive in build and vast in number, marching at a rapid pace like a great dark cloud rolling up swirls of snow as they entered the formation.
Hidden in the shadows, Jiu'er turned pale, worried that their trampling feet would obliterate the formation entirely.
Fortunately, most of the formation's markers were placed along the edges of the path. Although some were covered by scattered snow, it did not significantly impact the overall effect.
Causing over ten thousand people to lose their way entirely in a short time was beyond Jiu'er's power. However, the army, which had originally been heading due south, slightly lost their bearings and began veering toward the southeast.
That slight deviation alone counted as a success. Clutching the teapot, Jiu'er sprinted ahead to set up another layer of the formation, gradually guiding them to deviate even further off course.
Just as everything seemed to be progressing smoothly, upon reaching the second layer of the formation, a three-headed person suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The middle head of this figure was a man in his thirties; the left head was an old crone, and the right was an old man.
Both the old man and the old crone urged him to hurry along, but only the man sensed something was wrong. He noticed a change in the color of the snow along the road—where had all these yellow spots come from?
From the looks of it, it seemed as if someone had relieved themselves in the snow, yet surely nobody could have peed across such a vast expanse.
Jiu'er's heart leaped into her throat.
This was the inherent flaw of large-scale formations.
Every formation had flaws, and the larger the formation, the more flaws it had.
A small formation might possess only a single flaw; when one person stepped into it, even a supreme expert would have a low probability of noticing it.
A large-scale formation might have dozens of flaws; when ten thousand people entered, even if every one of them was mediocre, ten thousand pairs of eyes were bound to spot one or two imperfections.
Li Banfeng and Hong Ying lay concealed in the snow. If push came to shove, they would have to kill this man.
Yet killing him would only create an even bigger flaw!
More and more soldiers in the ranks halted, all sensing something strange about the snow. In the blink of an eye, over a dozen had stopped.
While Li Banfeng weighed his options, the wind howled abruptly, carrying what sounded like an urgent, pressing melody that urged everyone to advance swiftly.
Stirred by the tune, the soldiers ceased inspecting the snow and continued following the column forward.
This was Zhao Xiaowan's preparation in the snow. Singing a song outright definitely would not work, but a faint Voice Cultivator skill mingled within the whistling wind managed to deceive the three-headed soldiers.
Li Banfeng remained crouched in the snow, quietly waiting for the center army to draw near.
At the center of the host, beneath the commander's banner, was an eight-wheeled carriage. Nian Shangyou sat upon it, stroking his catfish whiskers and looking over the formations ahead and behind from time to time.
Was this Grand Academician Nian real or fake?
Li Banfeng observed him for a long while using Golden Eyes of Keen Detail, then turned to look at his madam.
Zhao Xiaowan shook her head faintly; she could not tell real from fake either.
Without being certain, they could not act rashly.
Jiu'er laid out formation after formation. Guided by the formations, the enemy's marching route shifted from southeast toward due east. At this point, the most sensible tactic was to bide their time, ideally stalling them until nightfall.
Slurp!
Sitting upon the eight-wheeled carriage, Nian Shangyou picked his nostril with his whiskers, then popped them into his mouth and gave them a lick.
The motion was astonishingly swift, but Li Banfeng caught it.
Li Banfeng sensed something was off.
Nian Shangyou did look rather comical, yet he was a Grand Academician of the Shang State, Qiao Yi's most trusted subordinate.
He cared deeply about his image. Now that he was leading an army into battle on such an important occasion, how could he possibly make such a ludicrous gesture?
Could this Nian Shangyou be an impostor?
Looking at his posture again, he appeared somewhat more slouching and lax than the real Nian Shangyou. If he was not the real one, where was the true Nian Shangyou?
Could there be another enemy army?
While Li Banfeng was still observing the enemy, Banfeng Zi suddenly arrived at his feet and whispered, "Seventy li to the east, there is an enemy army marching south."
To the east?
"How many?"
"Over ten thousand."
"How can there be another ten thousand?"
Nian Shangyou had not gathered his forces in one place; he had split them up to march!
Zhao Xiaowan's expression grew even more solemn. Dealing with this single army stretched Jiu'er to her absolute limits; they certainly could not rely on her to stop the second force as well.
Li Banfeng signaled his madam and Jiu'er to stay put for now while he and Hong Ying hurried east together.
Seventy li to the east, an army of nearly identical size was marching south. At their current speed, it would not be long before they reached the Manor Boundary.
Hong Ying whispered to Li Banfeng, "Let's strike."
Just as Li Banfeng was about to make his move, Yuan Miaoping's voice drifted from the companion dwelling: "Boss, let me give it a shot! If a fight breaks out here and they hear the commotion over there, our cover might get blown too."
Yuan Miaoping made a valid point. Li Banfeng asked, "What good idea do you have?"
"Head several dozen li south first and buy me some time."
Li Banfeng traveled thirty li south and let Yuan Miaoping out.
Chewing bubblegum, Yuan Miaoping surveyed the surroundings. "Is there any terrain with a bit more complexity?"
Hong Ying said, "Everywhere here looks identical. Just make do with it."
Yuan Miaoping stared at the snowfield a bit longer. "Fine then. Call the projector out to lend me a hand."
At home, the projector and Yuan Miaoping had always gotten along well. With time pressing, they possessed great tacit understanding. After Yuan Miaoping explained things in a few brief words, the projector immediately grasped the tactic.
Selecting the flattest patch of snow to serve as a screen, the projector hovered in midair and cast a massive projection onto the ground.
This projection looked no different from the surrounding environment at a glance, but in fact incorporated many subtle changes. Its core concept matched Jiu'er's Fool cultivator formation: guiding the enemy force in the wrong direction.
Yet the Fool cultivator formation was comparatively refined, whereas this projection was riddled with flaws. Li Banfeng did not even need to activate Golden Eyes of Keen Detail to spot a heap of problems.
Yuan Miaoping blew a bubble. "A few flaws don't matter. In filmmaking, what we strive for is artistic mood. As long as the mood is right, the audience will understand."
Li Banfeng asked point-blank, "What do you mean by 'mood'? Let's hear it."
"Something so profound—even if I explain it, you might not grasp it."
"If you can't explain it, quit talking nonsense. This is a matter of life and death."
"Who's talking nonsense!"
The usually flippant Yuan Miaoping suddenly turned serious, helping the projector refine the details of the imagery bit by bit.
"Add a tree over there. It doesn't need to be too tall, but the branches must have leaves—not too many, just six. One of them should look ready to fall at any second, and the rest can just sway twice in the wind. That snowbank over there—make the center bulge up slightly so it looks like something might be buried underneath, yet at the same time looks like nothing special. On that stretch of snow, add a tiny bit of blue shimmering light, so people looking at it think their eyes are playing tricks on them, and looking a bit longer makes them feel dizzy..."
Standing in the snow, Li Banfeng felt that none of the flaws he had noticed earlier had disappeared; they were all still right in front of him.
Yet when Hong Ying walked through from a distance, she failed to spot a single flaw. Her entire attention had been seized by the details Yuan Miaoping had arranged.
"Big Sis, do me a favor! This stretch of snow isn't even, and some of the scenery is getting distorted!"
Yuan Miaoping called Hong Ying "Big Sis," and surprisingly, Hong Ying did not get angry. Using her self-created skill of Walking on Flat Ground, she smoothed out the snowfield.
Before long, the enemy army arrived. They remained completely oblivious to the shifting light and shadows before their eyes.
Yuan Miaoping projected the imagery from her own screen onto the snow as well, complementing the projector seamlessly. Working together to adjust the viewing perspective, they slowly steered the enemy army off course.
Hong Ying was somewhat worried. "This is entirely an optical illusion. Once they notice, they can still correct their heading."
Yuan Miaoping was brimming with confidence. "Even if they figure it out, no sweat. Let them keep walking for now; I'll switch to a different show for them in a bit."
This enemy force was somewhat contained as well, but Li Banfeng remained uneasy, waiting quietly for Nian Shangyou to appear.
The Nian Shangyou in the previous force had been an impostor. The Nian Shangyou here had to be the real one, right?
When the center army passed by, Nian Shangyou showed himself. Unlike the slovenly behavior of the earlier one, this Grand Academician Nian stood straight-backed upon the carriage, occasionally summoning subordinates to issue instructions.
Now this looked like how Nian Shangyou ought to behave.
Li Banfeng scrutinized him several times with Golden Eyes of Keen Detail and found no flaws. Just then, Nian Shangyou's carriage suddenly skidded, nearly capsizing.
In his panic, two extra heads popped out of Nian Shangyou's shoulders. Both heads transformed into Nian Shangyou, before hastily retracting back into his skull.
This Nian Shangyou was an impostor too.
Could there be a third detachment?
Banfeng Two hurried east with shadows to investigate, while Li Banfeng took Hong Ying to check west. Flying over a hundred li, Li Banfeng spotted a third detachment.
It was another formation of over ten thousand troops, but they were vastly closer to the Manor Boundary.
Hong Ying asked, "Brother Seven, do we have any formations left?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "No more formations."
They were less than five li from the Manor Boundary. At their marching pace, they would reach Wuyouping in mere minutes!
Li Banfeng signaled Hong Ying to wait in the air to provide support, while he swooped down directly toward the center army to decapitate the enemy commander.
This time, regardless of whether the one in the center army was Nian Shangyou or not, he would kill him first!
At the center army was another eight-wheeled war chariot, looking no different from those in the other two forces. Nian Shangyou stood upon it, relentlessly cracking his horsewhip and ordering an accelerated march.
Li Banfeng lunged forward and severed his head with a single blade strike.
Yet another head sprouted from Nian Shangyou's torso, continuing to urge the entire army forward at full speed.
This Nian Shangyou was an impostor as well! But judging by their blistering pace, this person's military orders were real.
Using Trampling Countless Rivers, Li Banfeng crushed person and chariot to smithereens. With the commander gone, by all rights the enemy ranks should have fallen into chaos.
Yet the enemy did not panic. The march did not cease. Not a single soldier even spared a glance for this commander.
Li Banfeng chopped down the commander's banner, but the army still charged south at full speed.
These people acted as though they had been programmed; no matter what occurred, they only cared about marching.
Li Banfeng focused his gaze ahead and employed Sever the Path to Forge a Way. A curtain of snow rose ahead, blocking everyone's path.
The battle array shifted swiftly. Two ranks of soldiers rapidly converged, stepping forward to spew fire at the snow curtain, instantly melting it away, and surged right through the melting slush.
Boom!
Not far ahead, the ground collapsed into a trench over a hundred feet deep; Hong Ying had utilized Sever the Path to Forge a Way as well.
Some three-headed people leaped across, some flew over on wings, and others slung out strands of insect silk to the other side and swung across.
Cross they did, but obstructed by the trench, their formation fell into disarray.
Standing across the trench, Hong Ying delivered a stomp of Trampling Countless Rivers, knocking down dozens of three-headed people.
This number was not exceptionally large, likely because their formation was not sufficiently dense.
Yet the other three-headed people who were slightly farther away actually dodged the blow, much to Hong Ying's surprise.
The three-headed people knocked to the ground were not all dead. One spat a glob of insect silk that adhered to Hong Ying's ankle. Hong Ying hurriedly invoked Unimpeded Passage to shake it off, only for threads to wrap around her legs in the blink of an eye.
Two three-headed people—all six heads being physical cultivators and capable of spitting silk—wove a cocoon, encasing Hong Ying within.
Hong Ying split the cocoon open with her spear, but ahead stood six three-headed people who were all Garment Cultivators. The six wove webs together, layer upon layer, trapping Hong Ying in the center.
By the time Hong Ying tore through the heavy layers of webbing, she realized she had fallen into an encirclement.
Gripping her spear, Hong Ying surveyed the battlefield in silence.
She did not fear being surrounded; what she feared was that her tactical approach was flawed.
Only a hundred-odd enemies encircled her.
Ahead of her, over ten thousand enemies continued to surge forward, yet they simply bypassed her.
Behind her, massive hordes of enemies bolted southward, paying her no heed whatsoever.
If she continued repeating the earlier tactic—first Sever the Path to Forge a Way, then Trampling Countless Rivers—killing a few more enemies would be no trouble, but attempting to halt these three-headed people would be utterly futile.
Hong Ying inwardly marveled: What fierce and valiant soldiers.
The discipline and combat proficiency of these troops were simply too high. Their only recourse now was to kill the commanding officers as quickly as possible.
Hong Ying looked up and saw that Li Banfeng had still not found their general.
He had slaughtered many in the heart of the ranks, yet no matter who fell, it seemed to have little bearing on the army. They were like automatons, each person's combat objectives and operational steps pre-programmed before embarking on the march.
Li Banfeng pulled out the glove and waved it at Hong Ying; he intended to use explosives.
Hong Ying understood immediately, executing Sever the Path to Forge a Way repeatedly to scatter the marching ranks.
Even after their battle line fractured, the enemy was in no rush to regroup, continuing to press forward. During the march, they did not deploy the Thousand-Man Strength Formation at all, nor did they care much about formations.
Li Banfeng drew a pouch of explosives from the glove, imbued it with a Mad Cultivator skill, and hurled it out.
Hong Ying ducked away frantically. Before the explosives could detonate, sixteen Food Cultivator three-headed people opened their mouths in unison, employing the skill Swallowing Mountains and Rivers to swallow the explosives whole!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A dozen muffled booms erupted in rapid succession, blasting the three-headed people into vomiting blood.
Wiping the blood from the corners of their mouths, these Food Cultivators resumed marching.
The explosives made by A'yi had been split up and eaten!
What kind of stomachs did these people possess?
Could Fatty Qin even stomach A'yi's explosives?
How on earth had they pulled this off?
Sitting within a cave, Qiao Yi gazed into a mirror.
This mirror was a Peep Cultivator artifact. Seeing Li Banfeng throw the explosives just now, he let out a long sigh and said, "Shangyou, this was how they blew up the Bandit-Subduing Battalion and demolished the Great Sacrificial Altar. Every single debt of blood, I have carved onto the Great Totem!"
Nian Shangyou said, "Li Qi has arrived, and he brought Hong Ying with him. Your humble subordinate believes we should send reinforcements immediately."
Qiao Yi shook his head. "If an army of ten thousand cannot even deal with those two, then all my painstaking efforts have been in vain!"
Nian Shangyou glanced at two other mirrors. "How should the other two armies be handled?"
Without even sparing a glance, Qiao Yi merely commanded, "Continue the march!"
Li Banfeng pulled Hong Ying from the crowd, and their silhouettes vanished into thin air.
Nian Shangyou said, "Li Qi retreated?"
Qiao Yi gave a faint smile. "Do you reckon he will return?"
Nian Shangyou replied, "Your subordinate believes he certainly will."
Qiao Yi nodded slightly and continued watching the mirror.
Not long after Li Banfeng disappeared, several dozen three-headed people suddenly began convulsing. Their limbs locked stiff, their expressions turned ferocious, and many of their joints twisted at unbelievable angles.
These people were Travel Cultivators. There was a vast disparity between their cultivation and Li Banfeng's; by rights, they should not have been able to perceive malice emanating from Li Qi.
Yet they possessed numbers. Gathering the anomalies each sensed into one collective intuition, they perceived impending peril drawing near.
Prompted by the Travel Cultivators, one group listened, another watched, and yet another caught the unique scent of gunpowder—they were Peep Cultivators. Given their level, it was impossible for them to see Li Banfeng either, but with hundreds of them, hundreds of pairs of eyes coordinating together, they could always discern faint traces.
Li Banfeng hurled the explosives from concealment—an action even Qiao Yi could not spot using his Peep Cultivator artifact.
Yet this flock of Peep Cultivators detected the explosives and alerted the Food Cultivators in advance. The Food Cultivators surged into midair and swallowed the explosives once more!
The army pressed onward, never halting for a moment.
Li Banfeng spilled a drop of blood onto the ground, and an invisible boundary rippled swiftly across the earth.
Wherever the boundary swept, flesh and blood sloughed off the three-headed soldiers. Injured, they collapsed to the snow, and those already wounded perished instantly upon crossing the line.
This three-headed army finally ground to a halt, for they could not circumvent Li Banfeng's boundary.
Carrying the boundary, Li Banfeng prepared to make a sweep through the three-headed battle lines. He had taken only two steps when a splitting headache struck him.
Maintaining the skill Close the Doors and Bar the Gates required sustained mental focus, which allowed a portion of the mind cultivators in the army to perceive Li Banfeng's presence.
These mind cultivators were of no meager cultivation, and their numbers were staggering—over a thousand across the entire army.
This cohort of mind cultivators had no intention of controlling Li Banfeng's thoughts; they simply flooded his mind with a torrent of chaotic, disordered impulses.
The sensation was somewhat familiar—he had experienced something similar when battling the Sinless Army, but the intensity of the mind cultivator skills here was leagues apart. Even with his Double Cloud Sixth Layer cultivation, he had nearly lost consciousness under the concerted mental onslaught.
As Close the Doors and Bar the Gates broke, the boundary vanished. His thoughts in absolute turmoil, Li Banfeng materialized amidst the crowd. Before he could recover his wits, over a dozen weapons bit into him.
With no time to use Boundless Traveler, Li Banfeng braced himself with Benevolent Dwelling to tank the blows. Though no vital organs were struck, over a dozen bleeding gashes opened across his body.
The mind cultivators chanted incessantly, and the Martial Cultivators hacked away. Hong Ying charged in spear in hand, slaughtering the Martial Cultivators flanking Li Banfeng.
Using the skill Riding the Wind and Clouds, Li Banfeng grabbed a cluster of nearby mind cultivators and soared into the air, then hurled them down to smash into bloody pulp.
Yet mind cultivators abounded in the army. Now that they had figured out the trick, the other mind cultivators swarmed to besiege Li Banfeng and Hong Ying.
As the two struggled to fend them off, the rest of the enemy army pressed on.
Li Banfeng tapped his pocket watch, and Mengde informed him it had just turned three-thirty—still far from dark.
They were less than one li from the Manor Boundary. If he used the boundary again, he certainly could not evade the perception of over a thousand mind cultivators. But if he did not use it, what other method remained?
Li Banfeng recalled all his shadows to fight an outright war of attrition.
Banfeng Two led over a hundred Travel Cultivator shadows, following Hong Ying to slaughter relentlessly in the heart of the enemy host.
Banfeng Zi led over a hundred Dwelling Cultivator shadows, launching relentless ambushes along the enemy's flanks.
Leading dozens of shadows, Li Banfeng darted back and forth through the enemy ranks. Wherever he passed, the three-headed soldiers flailed their arms and stamped their feet, succumbing to madness.
The army of ten thousand stalled once more. Nian Shangyou grew worried. "My Lord, send reinforcements!"
Qiao Yi was utterly resolute. "No reinforcements! Inform the other two detachments to continue their march!"
Nian Shangyou looked toward the other two detachments, sensing something was amiss. "My Lord, they seem to be heading in the wrong direction."
Qiao Yi shot Nian Shangyou a glare. "Are you asking me?"
Nian Shangyou hurried to give orders: "Halt the march! Re-verify our bearing!"
Qiao Yi snapped in fury, "The march must not stop!"
Nian Shangyou quickly amended his command: "Verify bearings while advancing!"
Watching the battle on Li Qi's side, Qiao Yi slowly broke into a grin.
Less than one li from the boundary, Li Banfeng fought desperately, yet he could not hold back the tide of this ten-thousand-strong army. A considerable number of enemy troops had already crossed the Manor Boundary.
The companion dwelling prepared to manifest and join Li Qi in resisting them, when a voice suddenly boomed by its ear: "Brother, hold on! Let me go first!"
"You're here?" The companion dwelling gasped, its voice trembling slightly.
"Aye, here I am!"
Woooo—!
A deafening whistle tore through the air as a pitch-black train plowed into the crowd, sending men and steeds tumbling wherever it passed.
Li Banfeng shouted in delightful surprise, "Elder Brother, you're here!"
The Old Train laughed boisterously. "Add coal and water and we hit the road; once the train rolls, its might knows no bounds! Brother, don't let up! The moment I got your message, I came running. Let's fight 'em to the end!"
Nian Shangyou pointed at the mirror. "My Lord, Eighteen Wheels has arrived! Still no reinforcements?"
Qiao Yi gritted his teeth. "Splendid timing! No reinforcements needed—keep fighting!"
Clang!
A carriage door swung open, and an enormous human head rolled out.
"Bleeegh!" Tou Youlu opened his mouth and vomited a puddle of yellow bile, cursing loudly, "Eighteen Wheels, your rickety hunk of junk made me sick to death!"
P.S. It really takes a Travel Cultivator to run fast.
Chapter 825