Chapter 409: This Is the Truly Capable Hong Ying

A slender woman emerged from a melon. Blazing firelight flickered continuously in the projector's lens.

"Her long hair was tied up, with only a few loose strands swaying back and forth across her slightly lean cheeks in the cold wind. No, not lean – angular. From her forehead to her cheekbones, from her cheeks to her jaw, the angles of her face were remarkably sharp! Slender, sword-like eyebrows framed deep-set eyes; her dark pupils clearly reflected my face, and her slightly upturned gaze pierced my heart. A prominent nose bridge gave her a heroic air that even men would envy. Her tightly closed lips were slightly pale, as if the cold wind had drained their color. No, it wasn't the cold wind; it was an inner chill, a profound coldness originating from deep within her. This chill was not only on her lips; it permeated her strong yet beautiful body! From the tension in her shoulders to the resilience of her waist and the tautness below, her sharp lines were incredibly captivating, even though she lacked the conventional curves and softness of a woman. She was the embodiment of art!"

Glove slapped the projector.

"Look at you!" Glove angrily chastised the projector. "You spout so much eloquent nonsense when you see a beautiful woman, but in your heart, aren't you still thinking of dirty things?"

The projector hurriedly cried out, "My heart isn't dirty! My heart holds only purity for art! Beautiful lady, please first remove these plain white clothes. Let us be frank with each other..."

Glove slapped the projector over and said to Li Banfeng, "Boss, the projector is full of affectation, not a single honest word. True words must come from the heart. Don't just look at how beautiful this woman is; do beautiful women necessarily have a conscience? If you meet a woman without a conscience, the prettier she is, the more you, Boss, will suffer. I'll go check for you first to see how much conscience this woman has!"

Just as Glove was about to rush forward, Tang Dao stepped in front and stopped him.

"Such a beautiful woman! You dare to make the first move? Do you still have our master in your heart?"

"I'm checking her conscience..."

"Whether it's her conscience or her peaches, her front or her back, they all belong to our master. And after our master, it must be me! You stand back!"

Glove said, annoyed, "You tell me to stand back and I stand back? Who do you think you are, lecturing me? The boss hasn't even said anything yet!"

Glove and Tang Dao started fighting. Tang Dao seemed unusually strong today, as if he were truly serious.

"You're actually slashing me!" Glove grew angry. "Boss, because of this melon-person, Tang Dao is actually attacking me! Aren't you going to do anything?"

Glove looked at Li Banfeng and saw him eating a melon. The melon was very sweet, but also quite astringent, so much so that Li Banfeng broke out in a cold sweat. He also carried the unique scent of melon on his body.

Li Banfeng looked at the melon version of Hong Ying, nodded, and said, "This time, I've cultivated something useful!"

Glove swallowed and asked, "Will you use her as soon as we go back?"

The projector excitedly declared, "I am willing to record this magnificent process!"

Tang Dao said, "This humble general believes that for such matters, it's best not to let these filthy individuals watch."

Li Banfeng simply said, "Let's go!"

Melon-Hong Ying, detecting the melon scent on Li Banfeng, followed him into the Portable Abode. Inside, the old teapot, which was brewing tea, suddenly had its lid fly off, spilling tea everywhere.

"Old thing, what's all the commotion about?" The wine gourd, just about to fall asleep, was roused by the teapot. She looked towards the door, staring at Melon-Hong Ying for a moment, then couldn't help but exclaim, "There's actually such a beautiful woman in this world!"

The Pendulum was mesmerized, and so was Monde. Even Qiansi, who was recuperating beside the Record Player, couldn't help but sit up and take a look. The Judge's Brush wanted to see, but was too lazy to open its eyes.

After gazing for a long time, everyone turned their attention to the real Hong Ying, who was grooming herself. Hong Ying held a comb, pulling out strands of hair as she combed relentlessly.

The Record Player asked, "Bitch, aren't you going to take a look?"

"I can't see..." Hong Ying lowered her head and carefully asked, "Does she look like me?"

The Record Player stared at the melon for a while. "I don't think so."

From the distant Room Nine, Hong Lian's voice echoed, "I think she looks quite similar."

Li Banfeng felt as if Hong Lian was speaking, but he still couldn't hear clearly.

"My dear husband, this Hong Ying seems to lack a bit of spirit."

"My wife is right; without spirit, she's still not useful!" Li Banfeng cut his finger, dripped a drop of blood onto the melon, and activated the "Golden House Hidden Beauty" technique. The whitish-green skin gained a hint of color, and Melon-Hong Ying instantly took on the quality of life.

The projector couldn't help but exclaim, "Art! This is the art I've been painstakingly searching for!"

"Stop spouting useless nonsense!" Glove spat at the projector, then quietly circled to the side of the melon, pondering where to begin. His mind was in a fierce struggle, engaging in some philosophical deliberation at that moment.

'Peaches' are what I love, and conscience is also what I love. One cannot have both. If only I could grow two hands!

Glove pondered for a moment and decided to start with her conscience. As long as I get her conscience, Hong Ying will surely instinctively reach out to block. Then I can go behind her and grab the 'peaches.' Who says you can't have both!

Glove had clarified his plan. Just as he flew in front of Melon-Hong Ying, she gave him a look. Just that one look, and an overwhelming presence instantly struck him. Glove immediately went limp, quickly flying into Li Banfeng's pocket, trembling with fright.

The Record Player praised, "This time she looks like her! Truly like her!"

Melon-Hong Ying gave the projector a look, and the projector immediately adjusted its focus, temporarily abandoning its pursuit of art. Melon-Hong Ying then looked at Tang Dao. Tang Dao leaned against the wall and calmly stated, "This humble general is merely an ordinary saber."

The Record Player chuckled and said, "Husband, what do you think?"

Li Banfeng nodded. "Looks good!"

"My dear husband, what's the point of just looking? Why don't you hurry and try her out?"

Li Banfeng waved his hand. "No rush."

"But I'm impatient!" the Record Player playfully complained. "I just want to see if this bitch is useful or not."

Li Banfeng smiled. "One look is enough to tell she's useful."

"Then, husband, feel free to use her." As she spoke, the Record Player playfully prodded the real Hong Ying with a puff of steam.

The real Hong Ying's mood was complex. "You're letting Qilang use her? What about me? What am I then? Zhao Xiaowan, you're deliberately tormenting me." As she spoke, Hong Ying sobbed twice.

"How is this tormenting you?" the Record Player laughed. "I'm doing you a favor! Husband, such a useful Yingying—if not now, when will you use her?"

Li Banfeng shook his head. "No rush right now. We'll talk about it once we get to the destination."

His wife was puzzled. "What destination?"

"When we reach the territory of Autumn Falling Leaves, we'll have a major undertaking."

The Record Player was even more confused. "A major undertaking? Does it depend on the location?"

"Yes, it does. From now on, we'll rely on her!"

"Only rely on her? What about me...?" Hearing this, the Record Player felt a pang of jealousy.

"My wife, you can't do this. From now on, we'll have to rely on her every day."

"Rely on her every day? Surely not? My husband must be disgusted with me..." The Record Player felt it might have made a wrong decision.

"Why not?" Li Banfeng said, touching Melon-Hong Ying. "I plan to build a train station in the territory of Autumn Falling Leaves. Look at this girl's physique; she's definitely great at carrying dirt!"

The Portable Abode instantly fell silent.

The real Hong Ying softly asked, "You said carrying dirt? Is that appropriate?"

"Not appropriate?" Li Banfeng looked at Melon-Hong Ying again, as if realizing something. "Just carrying dirt is indeed a bit of an overkill. Digging holes and such should also be no problem for her. Yingying, shed a bit more blood and make a few more melons. We're in great need of people right now!"

Hong Ying slammed her head into the Record Player. "Xiaowan, just eat my soul! I can't live like this anymore! I can't go on!"

The Record Player panicked. "Don't make a scene! Just tell me what's wrong calmly!"

Bang! Bang! Hong Ying relentlessly slammed into the Record Player. "Eat me! Eat me right now, or I'll kill this madman!"

The Record Player cried out repeatedly, "Bitch, don't keep hitting me with that thing! You'll ruin my front casing!"

Everyone stepped forward to stop Hong Ying, but she was so strong that no one could hold her back.

The room was in chaos. The Portable Abode burst into laughter, "Ho ha ha ha ha! Ah Qi, I wasn't wrong about you! Building a train station is the truly important business!"

"It always was serious business!" Li Banfeng didn't understand what they were fussing about. "What's wrong with all of you?"

Leaving the Portable Abode, Li Banfeng immediately set off, heading for the territory of Autumn Falling Leaves.

In the territory of Autumn Falling Leaves, the total number of cultivated plots had already exceeded three thousand. Looking at the vast, continuous expanse of cleared land, Autumn Falling Leaves couldn't suppress his smile.

A ball of ghostly fire flew before him, and Shui Yongquan hurriedly said, "Autumn Elephant, something's about to happen."

"Don't you dare scare me!" Autumn Falling Leaves waved him off. "I'm busy here; I don't have time for you!"

"I'm not trying to scare you. I've received news: people from Neizhou are coming, and they're coming specifically for this matter of yours!"

"Where did you get this news? You still have contact with Neizhou?" Autumn Falling Leaves glared. "Shui Yongquan, are you just jealous because my business is flourishing, trying to deliberately pour cold water on me?"

Shui Yongquan sighed. "Believe it or not, I haven't told Old Qi about this yet. You'd better tell him yourself. Autumn Elephant, you've gone too far. Neizhou already knows. What's the point of rushing to clear so much land? To make this official land, your plots need to have ten thousand permanent residents. Where are you going to get ten thousand people? It's something that hasn't even begun to take shape, yet you've taken such a big risk. Stop now, or you'll regret it too late!"

Shui Yongquan left.

Autumn Falling Leaves fell silent.

Li Banfeng arrived at Autumn Falling Leaves' territory and saw him staring blankly. He stepped forward and asked, "Brother Qiu, what happened?"

"Old Shui told me that Neizhou is watching me because of the land clearing."

Li Banfeng was startled. Shui Yongquan wouldn't speak carelessly about such matters, and he hadn't expected Neizhou to find out so quickly. "What do you plan to do?"

Autumn Falling Leaves sighed. "Old Shui has a point. Even if all the land plots are cleared, without ten thousand permanent residents, this place can't become official territory."

Li Banfeng looked at Autumn Falling Leaves and asked, "Do you also want to slow down the land clearing?"

"Old Qi, I was thinking..." Autumn Falling Leaves looked up at the sky, gazing at the vast expanse of cleared land. After a long silence, he stood up, shaking off dead branches and fallen leaves, and asked, "Can you be even faster?"

Li Banfeng smiled. "Yes, I can. But aren't you afraid?"

Autumn Falling Leaves gritted his teeth. "They already know anyway. If they come, I'll fight them. You just focus on clearing land; don't worry about anything else. We'll worry about the ten thousand people later. Let's first clear out the territory. As long as you don't back down, I'll fight them to the end!"

(End of Chapter)