Chapter 625: I Am the Master Within My Land

Hong Ying sensed people approaching. Zhao Xiaowan untied the cloak from her back and draped it over the Dark Bridge Cannon. The cannon instantly blended with the snowy ground, becoming invisible to ordinary observers.

This cloak was a spiritual item, not a magic weapon, created by Madam and Hong Lian using the residual spiritual energy from Rong Sijiao.

The fabric retained the chameleon-like properties of a Color Cultivator, allowing it to change its hue. Its colors blended in various shades and angles, resembling lifelike snowflakes. With the Dark Bridge Cannon concealed, it was time to deal with the enemy.

Hong Ying, with her excellent perception, knew someone was approaching the valley entrance and was ready to confront them. Zhao Xiaowan stopped her, saying, "Don't underestimate them. I'll go with you."

At the valley entrance, Hong Ying's keen hearing detected over thirty people outside.

This seemed like a trivial matter to Hong Ying, and she was about to go out and handle them. However, Zhao Xiaowan waved her hands repeatedly, signaling her to stay put at the valley entrance. Indeed, there were over thirty people outside the valley entrance — thirty-eight Three-Headed Men in total.

These Three-Headed Men lingered around the valley entrance for a long time but never entered.

This was a standard Three-Headed Men tactic. They suspected someone was in the valley and likely had set an ambush. Under no circumstances would they enter; it was a fixed tactical rule that could not be changed.

A Three-Headed Men captain, using his left head, shouted towards the valley, "People in the valley, come out immediately and return with us to the Defense Hall for interrogation!"

Every word was meticulously rehearsed. The purpose of this declaration was not communication, but distraction, ideally to provoke the enemy into anger and force them into making a critical error.

Upon hearing this, Hong Ying's temper flared. She had no concept of the Defense Hall, and the word "interrogation" particularly enraged her. Zhao Xiaowan gripped Hong Ying's arm, preventing her from moving. The more impatient Hong Ying became, the tighter Zhao Xiaowan held her.

The people outside shouted for over ten minutes without a response. Then, a low, muffled chanting drifted into the valley from outside.

"The Defense Hall has laws, the Defense Hall has rules, the Defense Hall is the pillar of Prozhou. Obey the Defense Hall's commands, and be an innocent person..."

Hong Ying didn't understand what they were chanting, but the words deeply agitated her. What was this Defense Hall, and why did they get to decide who was innocent or guilty? She felt an urge to rush out and fight them to the death, yet also felt that winning or losing didn't really matter.

If they lost, she'd grab Xiaowan and run. If they couldn't run, they'd die together. Their bond would end there, and she felt little regret. Simultaneously, dozens of emotions — anger, hatred, negativity, helplessness, relief — flooded Hong Ying's mind.

It was fortunate they were in the valley, and that Hong Ying was with Zhao Xiaowan. If she had gone out to fight alone, there was no telling what Hong Ying might have done; perhaps, in a moment of despair, she might have even taken her own life.

Zhao Xiaowan remained largely unaffected; she possessed methods to counter such techniques.

Within the continuous chanting, Zhao Xiaowan discerned three distinct techniques. The first was Virtue Cultivation, which aimed to suppress their morale by inspiring self-reflection on virtue.

The second was Thought Cultivation, designed to sow distracting thoughts and disrupt their focus.

The third was Sound Cultivation, "Hundred Sounds, Hundred Devours," which inflicted actual harm upon them.

These three techniques were used in perfect, seamless coordination, a situation Zhao Xiaowan admitted she had never witnessed before. However, unfamiliarity did not mean an inability to counter.

"Girl, it's been years since I've been on the battlefield; my battle tactics have grown rusty," Xiaowan said, touching Hong Ying's palm. Hong Ying looked at Zhao Xiaowan, noticing her lips curve upward and her throat subtly vibrate.

Zhao Xiaowan was speaking, but her voice was inaudible to ordinary people, even Hong Ying, as its frequency was beyond their hearing range. The sound was also precisely targeted; Hong Ying was unaffected, as were the thirty-eight Three-Headed Men lingering at the valley entrance.

However, the over one hundred Three-Headed Men ambushing them on the hillside outside the valley entrance were severely affected. Their chanting became chaotic, their techniques interfered with each other, and many suffered bleeding ears, oozing eyes, and splitting headaches.

The moment they began chanting, Zhao Xiaowan had pinpointed their location.

Zhao Xiaowan successfully disrupted the ambushers' interference with the battlefield. Now, Hong Ying could leave the valley.

On the hillside, the Three-Headed Men's commander was still reminding his subordinates, "Hold your positions, refine your techniques, and use the will and spirit of our Guiltless Army to thwart the enemy's counterattack."

Before he could finish, Hong Ying instantly appeared in their formation.

She didn't emerge from the valley entrance; instead, she phased directly through the mountain rock, traversing a section of the mountain itself—a masterful application of unhindered movement. Over two hundred Three-Headed Men immediately formed up to counterattack, but they had no chance.

Hong Ying executed "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" with a single step, causing the hillside where the Three-Headed Men stood to slide directly off the mountain. Over two hundred Three-Headed Men were buried under the mud and debris. Having not used such a powerful technique in a long time, Hong Ying had exerted herself excessively and felt somewhat dizzy.

However, this was Xiaowan's command: strike with full force to end the battle as quickly as possible, never allowing a stalemate with the enemy.

Down the mountain, the thirty-eight Three-Headed Men saw the landslide. Their captain was greatly surprised: should they fight or rescue? He couldn't react in time. In this situation, he had no opportunity to respond.

Thick fog rapidly rose around them, obscuring the valley, the hillside, and even the ground beneath their feet. The captain remained remarkably calm, realizing the enemy intended to block their vision.

The situation was dire, so the captain immediately ordered the activation of their first combat tactic.

Against a formidable opponent, the Three-Headed Men's primary tactic was the simplest and most efficient: immediately deploy disruptors to neutralize the enemy's techniques. Disruptors were similar to Thought Cultivators; among the thirty-eight Three-Headed Men, twenty-one had at least one disruptor head.

These disruptors did not control their bodies, consider the battle situation, or engage in offense or defense; they only prepared their techniques. Their techniques were swift and powerful, but the only problem was that Zhao Xiaowan gave them no time to activate them.

The dense fog not only obscured their vision but also rapidly increased in temperature. The thirty-eight Three-Headed Men were quickly scalded to death in the high-temperature steam. Everything happened so suddenly that the captain died without understanding how they had lost.

Hong Ying cheered for Xiaowan. Zhao Xiaowan wasted no time, rushing back to the boundary line and pulling the cloak off the Dark Bridge Cannon. Now, this cloak had another purpose.

"Yingying, clear the battlefield!"

The two of them gathered the bodies of the Three-Headed Men, and those who hadn't yet become corpses were swiftly dispatched. The bodies could be cleared, but what about the collapsed hillside?

This was where Hong Lian's craftsmanship came into play. The cloak used to hide the Dark Bridge Cannon had been imbued with a special technique by Hong Lian. Xiaowan and Hong Ying carefully pulled on two opposing corners of the cloak. As they stretched, the cloak expanded in the direction they pulled. In a short while, it stretched over a hundred meters. Xiaowan tested its texture a few times, confirming it remained sturdy.

Hong Ying went to the hillside, swung her spear, and used the "Walking on Flat Ground" technique to level all the fallen trees and scattered rocks. Xiaowan ascended into the air and spread the cloak over the landslide area. The cloak immediately changed color.

First, it took on the appearance of vast snow, then a few protruding rocks appeared, followed by dense trees covering the hillside. When the cold wind blew, the cloak rippled, mimicking the trembling of branches, creating a delicate and realistic snowy landscape.

Hong Ying exclaimed admiringly, "Xiaowan, I truly admire you! You ate one Color Cultivator and created something this incredible. No wonder Qilang is always worried you'll go hungry." Zhao Xiaowan smiled proudly, "That has nothing to do with skill; my husband just dotes on me."

The two returned to the boundary line, maintaining their guard. Hong Ying quietly told Xiaowan, "It's been so long since I fought, my legs are cramping a bit." Xiaowan chuckled, squatted down, and offered, "Let me massage them for you."

Hong Ying felt a little embarrassed, her spear tip turning bright red. "Don't bother, it's fine. Your hands are so soft. How about I massage yours instead..."

"You wretch, who told you to touch me?" Xiaowan playfully pinched Hong Ying and turned to check the Dark Bridge Cannon.

Hong Ying looked into the distance across the boundary line. "I just hope Qilang comes back soon. The danger remains, and they'll be back before long."

Zhao Xiaowan breathed on her palms to warm them. "Three-Headed Men who have gained cultivation are truly difficult to handle. But if the guiding agent truly works, my husband will have a huge advantage!"

Li Banfeng was gathering the Three-Headed Men on the hillside to descend. Their discipline was excellent; after Tu Heng relayed the order, ten thousand people assembled quickly. "Follow me down the mountain. Whatever you encounter on the way, just keep running after me."

A Three-Headed Man approached, all three of his heads belonging to robust young men. The three heads, without a primary one, spoke in turn, "What if we encounter the Guiltless Army?"

"If you encounter them, you run ahead, and I'll hold them off!"

"I'm not afraid of them. As long as you can escape, my life will be worth it!"

Tu Heng felt he should also stay and fight to protect the others getting onto the carriage. Most people wanted to flee for their lives, not stay behind, but seeing someone offer to stay made them feel guilty.

They began debating who should stay behind to cover their escape.

Li Banfeng immediately stopped them. "I'll say it again: follow me down the mountain right now. Don't think about anything else. Every moment we waste here means a life lost."

No one dared to speak further or think more. They all followed Li Banfeng down the mountain path to the halfway point, where the Coachman and Lu Qianjiao were waiting by the roadside. The commotion on the East Slope was growing louder. Li Banfeng didn't know how many people the Peddler was fighting, but it was certainly more than three thousand.

Had reinforcements arrived, or were there originally more than three thousand people on Elbow Mountain? Not a moment could be wasted. Li Banfeng called out, "Get in the carriage!" The group of Three-Headed Men froze.

Get in the carriage? Who should get in? Was it for the leader?

Everyone looked at Tu Heng, who shook his head. "I absolutely won't take the carriage. It must be reserved for the elderly and infirm." His subordinates relayed the order: "See who among the ranks are old and weak?"

Tu Heng's reasoning was unclear; with over ten thousand people, how long would it take to identify the weak? "All ten thousand can fit. Don't say another word, just get in the carriage now!"

The Coachman touched the carriage shafts; he knew how to operate the "Sea-Eating Old Carriage." The shafts vibrated, and the carriage door opened.

A rich, dense aroma wafted from inside the carriage. It wasn't the scent of flowers or tea; it was the smell of cooked food. What kind of food?

There was the fragrance of rice, millet, cornmeal porridge, potato noodles, and seemingly yam paste.

The aroma of the dishes was even more varied: sliced meat, smoked chicken, roast goose, braised pork hock, and sweet and sour fish. The scent was so enticing it could make one's stomach churn with hunger; even Li Banfeng couldn't resist wanting to take a look.

The Coachman signaled Li Banfeng not to look.

But the Three-Headed Men couldn't resist. They hadn't eaten properly for days. These delicacies were beyond anything they had ever tasted or even imagined in their lives.

Anyone who caught the scent couldn't help but peek inside the carriage.

After peeking, the Three-Headed Men disappeared one by one. First, a couple, then a large swath.

Wherever the scent drifted, people couldn't help but crane their necks to look. In the blink of an eye, over ten thousand people vanished, leaving only a few staring blankly at Li Banfeng. Tu Heng, who hadn't yet entered, pointed at the carriage and asked, "What's going on? What are you trying to do? Where did everyone go?"

Li Banfeng replied, "They're all in the carriage. You should hurry..."

"We have ten thousand people; how could they all fit into this carriage?" Tu Heng thought he had been tricked and demanded an an explanation from Li Banfeng. Before Li Banfeng could respond, the Coachman lifted the carriage shafts, ready to depart.

Seeing this, Li Banfeng kicked Tu Heng into the carriage.

Lu Qianjiao grabbed Three-Headed Men and tossed them directly into the carriage. Once all the Three-Headed Men were aboard, the three of them sprinted down the mountain towards the border. The "Sea-Eating Old Carriage," now carrying ten thousand people, had visibly changed, and even the powerful Coachman found it more challenging to control than before.

"Listen, both of you," the Coachman said, "once this carriage starts moving, it can't stop. If it stops, I might not be able to pull it again." This wasn't laziness; he spoke the truth. Stopping and starting with ten thousand people was too exhausting for him.

They hadn't gone far when the Coachman's eyebrow twitched. "Someone's blocking the road ahead."

Li Banfeng stepped ahead of the carriage. After a few dozen meters, his foot seemed to hit a mechanism. The step wasn't firm, so the mechanism didn't trigger, but Li Banfeng didn't withdraw his foot.

He added more force, directly triggering the mechanism. The ground collapsed, and a pit appeared before them.

On both sides of the pit, over sixty Three-Headed Men who had been hiding by the roadside swarmed forward, surrounding Li Banfeng.

This was another standard tactic: once Li Banfeng fell into the pit, they would use special weapons to pulverize him. However, Li Banfeng didn't fall; he ascended from his spot and began fighting the Three-Headed Men.

The Three-Headed Men captain turned to look again and saw a coachman pulling a carriage, bypassing the trap and already far away. What was this coachman's background?

Before the captain could fully grasp the situation, he saw a woman running towards them.

Lu Qianjiao came to assist Li Banfeng, but Li Banfeng said, "Sister-in-law, follow the carriage!"

Lu Qianjiao feared the Coachman might abandon the carriage, which would render all their efforts futile. Reluctantly, she had no choice but to chase after the Coachman, leaving Li Banfeng to cover their retreat alone. The Three-Headed Men were also conflicted: should they pursue the old carriage, or continue fighting the man in front of them?

Their combat operations followed strict protocols: fight when ordered, retreat when ordered. Every decision had to be swift and decisive; any hesitation or delay under any circumstances would severely impact tactical execution.

This captain's sole mission was to ambush the Peddler.

The Guiltless Army had encountered a dangerous individual, suspected to be the Peddler, on Elbow Mountain. Ambushes were to be set on every road to prevent this dangerous individual from escaping down the mountain.

This squad of over sixty Three-Headed Men was just one of many ambush teams. They had no orders to intercept or attack carriages, meaning they were not to do anything extraneous.

With the mission clarified, the Three-Headed Men's tactics became much clearer: they would only encircle and attack the first person they encountered, which was Li Banfeng.

The Three-Headed Men's tactical pattern remained unchanged: Wanderers and Brawlers were responsible for containment, while Scholars, Judges, Bullies, and Disruptors simultaneously unleashed their techniques. Li Banfeng typically had some counter to Thought Cultivators because they struggled to grasp his primary thoughts.

However, the Three-Headed Men's tactics were different and much simpler. A group of Disruptors didn't try to grasp thoughts; they merely generated worthless distracting thoughts. Combined with the Scholars' and Judges' attacks on consciousness, Li Banfeng's mind was boiling.

"I'm telling you, while we're fighting, absolutely do not use Dwelling Cultivation techniques. These people definitely won't be wiped out, and if they find out we're Dwelling Cultivators and spread the word, it'll be harder for us to gain an advantage in future battles."

"Also, use Traveling Cultivation techniques sparingly. Ours are more ruthless than others', and if we use them too much, these people will know we're Li Qi." "What's wrong with them knowing we're Li Qi?"

"If Li Qi runs to Three-Headed Fork to snatch people, what will happen to the Balance Man?"

"Dwelling Cultivation is off-limits, Traveling Cultivation is off-limits. So, are we even going to fight this battle?"

One voice after another echoed in Li Banfeng's ears. Li Qi couldn't use his techniques, couldn't even ride the wind or clouds. His body swayed, and he fell to the ground. Not only did he fall, but Li Banfeng's body became uncoordinated; under the dominance of multiple consciousnesses, he found even walking normally difficult.

There were only sixty-some Three-Headed Men before him. Even if Dark Energy Users were equated to cultivators, they were merely ground-level cultivators. Yet, after forming an army, how could they be so formidable? A Three-Headed Men brawler approached Li Banfeng, wielding a simple, spear-like weapon about a meter long, resembling a bayonet.

Simple as it was, this weapon was remarkably effective: well-weighted, perfectly sized, and crafted from excellent material. Ordinary blades would break after two slashes, yet this bayonet had clashed with a scythe multiple times without sustaining significant damage.

The other Three-Headed Men also wielded their own weapons, each perfectly suited to their fighting style and tactical characteristics.

During their previous encounter in the forest, there weren't as many enemies. Li Banfeng had the advantage of a surprise attack and Lu Qianjiao's assistance, so he hadn't paid attention to their tactics or weaponry at the time.

But now, Li Banfeng couldn't use his techniques, and his body was uncoordinated, making the problem quite evident.

A Three-Headed Man swung a heavy blade that was difficult to parry. Li Banfeng barely dodged it, but he stumbled.

Another Three-Headed Man thrust a blade from his side at such an awkward angle that Li Banfeng couldn't evade it. He tried to parry with his scythe but missed, and the blade tip grazed his arm.

A Three-Headed Man attacked from behind with a simple direct thrust. A group of Three-Headed Men immediately followed suit, all thrusting in unison. All their combat methods were very straightforward. Li Banfeng wanted to dodge, but his feet wouldn't obey; he tried to parry, but his hands wouldn't respond.

Fortunately, the Tang Blade blocked this encirclement. Seeing Li Banfeng's state, the Tang Blade felt anxious; Li Banfeng hadn't been this disoriented since reaching the fifth level of Earth Skin Cultivation. A group of Disruptors continued to inject distracting thoughts, a fixed tactic they would pursue to the end once they gained an advantage.

Li Banfeng's head felt like it was about to explode. With their simple and efficient attacks, the Three-Headed Men gradually pushed Li Banfeng to the brink.

After several exchanges, the Tang Blade and Scythe struggled to parry. The Glove, Pendulum, Wine Gourd, Judge's Brush, and Old Teapot were all busy protecting Li Banfeng, and even the Music Box flew up to help block blades for him.

A disoriented Li Banfeng had become a burden to his magic items. To protect him, the items couldn't find an opportunity to strike back. The only one that successfully retaliated was the Projector; it flew into the air and absorbed a Three-Headed Man into its film case.

This was its unique "Withering" technique. After consuming a living Three-Headed Man, the Projector was utterly exhausted; in its current state, this technique could only be used once. From mid-air, the Projector looked down at the Three-Headed Men's simple, pure tactics, then at Li Banfeng, whose condition was becoming increasingly chaotic.

Just moments ago, Li Banfeng's left and right hands had become tangled and couldn't be separated.

Li Banfeng himself didn't seem to realize the urgency. He looked at his left and right hands and, with curious interest, started playing cat's cradle with himself.

His footwork became even more erratic, yet there was a certain rhythm amidst the chaos, as if he were dancing an incredibly uncoordinated dance. A line of bayonets thrust forward, injuring Li Banfeng again. His shoulders and knees were gushing blood.

Blood dripped onto the ground, and Li Banfeng was close to collapsing.

The Projector was genuinely scared. Having followed Li Banfeng for so long, it had never seen an enemy with such uniformly executed offensive and defensive strategies, nor had it ever seen Li Banfeng unable to cope with even basic combat tactics.

"Qi Dao, you're not fit for battle in this condition."

The Glove whispered in his ear, "Boss, give up! We can't fight like this!" "Indeed, we can't, but we absolutely cannot retreat!"

Li Banfeng didn't speak, but the Glove heard someone.

Who was that?

The Glove looked towards the source of the voice: a Three-Headed Man lay on the ground, his heart gouged out. Standing beside him was a shadow, holding a shovel. A shadow had emerged!

"Boss, the technique is out!" Seeing the shadow appear, the Glove was ecstatic. *Bang!*

A dull thud came from nearby. Another shadow used "Sever Path to Open Road," tearing open a Three-Headed Man's chest and reaching in to pluck out his heart. It then said to the Glove, "Ah Tao, get me a weapon. Fighting empty-handed won't do!"

Another shadow! This was good news!

"There are plenty of weapons!" The Glove tossed a short knife to the shadow.

As the shadow caught the knife, it suddenly heard a complaint: "Didn't I tell you not to use Traveling Cultivation techniques? Are you afraid people won't know who you are?" The Glove looked back. This was the third shadow.

"So what if they know? Kill them all, leave no survivors, and then no one will know!" The fourth shadow emerged.

"That's right, leave no one alive!" Two more shadows emerged from the left, charging forward with single-minded determination, making a total of six shadows. "Even if we leave survivors, we'll send them home!" This wasn't a shadow; it was Li Banfeng himself.

The shadows were out, and the distracting thoughts were gone. Li Banfeng's body gradually regained its coordination. Li Banfeng burst into laughter, and a halo of light rippled around his feet.

Dwelling Cultivation Boundary! Qi Dao used "Close Doors and Shut Gates"!

Li Banfeng rarely used "Close Doors and Shut Gates" in front of others. Doing so would reveal his identity as a Dwelling Cultivator, and if any enemy escaped, his sect would be exposed.

But today, with his mind in disarray, he had no such reservations. Traveling Cultivation was fast, and Dwelling Cultivation boundaries were lethal. Li Banfeng circled through the crowd twice, and over a dozen Three-Headed Men fell one after another. "Come on, charge! One comes, one dies! Two come, I'll take a pair!" Li Banfeng was in his element, but the halo suddenly vanished.

The Glove was startled. "Boss, this technique isn't working again!"

The Three-Headed Men reorganized their formation, encircling Li Banfeng and his shadows. The Literary Cultivators shouted, "Light come, four directions bright!"

It was another "words come true" moment. The Three-Headed Men's tactics were always simple and efficient. Intense light, of unknown origin, flared around Li Banfeng. The light severely damaged the shadows, and they all retreated behind Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng shouted, "Don't be afraid! There is no light!"

How could there be no light? This was light created by a group of Literary Cultivators. The Projector's film was completely overexposed, and even the Glove couldn't open its eyes. Li Banfeng shouted again, "I said there's no light, so there's no light!"

The Literary Cultivators, who had been chanting, suddenly fell silent. The light truly disappeared.

The Literary Cultivation technique had failed!

All the shadows, previously severely wounded by the light, emerged from behind Li Banfeng completely restored.

No one knew why the light vanished or why the shadows recovered. Only the Projector saw the reason, as it was in the highest position. The boundary had been expanded.

The boundary created by "Close Doors and Shut Gates" hadn't disappeared; it had expanded.

The boundary, which had previously clung to Li Banfeng, expanded into a circle tens of meters in diameter. All the Three-Headed Men surrounding Li Banfeng were now encompassed within this boundary.

"What technique is this...?" The Projector pondered for a long time. It heard Li Banfeng speaking incoherent yet terrifyingly mad words. "Within this boundary, all is my land!"

"Within my land, I am the master!"

These weren't mere mad ramblings. As Li Banfeng spoke, his expression was serious and intensely focused. The Projector finally remembered: "This is a ninth-level Dwelling Cultivation technique, 'Expand Land and Open Borders'!"

A technique Li Banfeng had barely mastered, "Expand Land and Open Borders"! At this critical moment of life and death, he had actually used it!

Within the boundary, it was equivalent to Li Banfeng's dwelling.

Inside his dwelling, Li Banfeng could use the "Carefree Slumber" technique.

With "Carefree Slumber," Li Banfeng was the master of this area spanning tens of meters! If he said there was no light, there was no light!

If he willed the shadows to recover, they would recover!

"Kill!" With Li Banfeng's command, the shadows grabbed their weapons and charged out! The Three-Headed Men continued to stubbornly execute their tactics.

The Disruptors continued to employ their "Sowing Distracting Thoughts" technique, which Li Banfeng gladly endured. The more distracting thoughts there were, the more shadows appeared, gradually outnumbering the Three-Headed Men.

One shadow shouted while fighting, "Isn't this the famous Banfeng Yi?" Banfeng Yi turned around. "Who are you? Do I know you?"

The shadow laughed, "We're all on the same side. This is my first time out!" The Scholars were still using "Words Come True."

"Cannot move."

"I can!" A shadow charged forward and cut down a Scholar. "Cannot kill!"

"Why not kill?" Two shadows combined forces to drag a Three-Headed Man to the boundary line, tearing a large piece of flesh from him. "You cannot..."

"I can do anything!" Li Banfeng lifted a head, grinning savagely. "Within this boundary, all is my land! Within my land, I am the master!" *Boom!*

Li Banfeng unleashed "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" with a single stomp, and the surrounding land shook with it.

The Glove nearly lost its footing. Li Banfeng's ability to use "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" with such immense power truly astonished it. Six Three-Headed Men were instantly pulverized into a bloody pulp, while a dozen more who stood slightly further away were still severely wounded.

The Projector didn't understand. "Why can Qi Dao learn 'Expand Land and Open Borders'? He tried many times and never succeeded, not even Madam did." The Glove looked at the Projector and said, "It seems the boss just went crazy and used the Madman's Technique he learned."

Madman's Technique?

The Projector recalled Gourd Village, where it had also learned about a Daoist sect. Was this sect so powerful? Qi Dao was using techniques he hadn't mastered? The Glove vaguely heard some movement.

"Boss, this isn't entirely from the Madman's Technique; someone else is helping you out!" "He certainly is!" Li Banfeng laughed. "The Old Man is one of us!" Faintly, the voice of the Portable Dwelling drifted on the wind: "Adapt, adapt."