Chapter 663: Bitter Vegetables Start a Fire, Thousand Blades Flowing

Clang, clang, clang went the drum.

The peddler set down his cart and stood at the factory gate, looking at Shixing’s corpse. The oddities stood by, afraid to speak. The peddler asked, “Did he die on his own territory?”

Zhangzi, who was the first to discover the body, didn’t know how to answer. “Sir Peddler, we only found the body here. We don’t know where he died.”

The peddler asked again, “Had he been anywhere else before this?”

Zhangzi replied, “He had, but we don’t know where.”

“Does anyone know?”

The oddities exchanged glances, their eyes finally settling on a woman who resembled a sheep.

This woman was intelligent, beautiful, and skilled in certain crafting techniques. Shixing was very fond of her. The oddities said that they spent their days together studying crafting techniques on machinery and their nights together studying crafting techniques in bed.

The sheep-like woman, frightened, said with red eyes, “Master Shi left with a man named He Jiaqing. Before he left, he told me he was going to Soda Kiln.”

He Jiaqing?

“This matter truly needs to be investigated thoroughly.” The peddler pushed his cart and left.

If Shixing died in Soda Kiln, the peddler shouldn't interfere, as Soda Kiln was no longer Shixing’s territory. If Shixing died by Feng Daiku’s hand, the peddler should interfere even less, as Feng Daiku did not yet possess cultivation above the Clouds. However, if Shixing died on this new land, and was killed by a cultivator above the Clouds, the peddler could not tolerate it.

In Bitter Herb Village, at the White Food Inn, He Jiaqing sat by the wall, eating rice. His bowl was spotless, not a single grain wasted.

The person serving the food, dressed in a large red padded jacket and wearing a lot of rouge, making it hard to tell if it was an older sister or an older brother, called out to He Jiaqing, “Want more? If you’re not full, I can give you another bowl.”

He Jiaqing nodded and had another bowl of rice.

He Jiaqing recognized the server. Previously, it had been an uncle who gave small portions and often mixed sand into the food. Now, for some unknown reason, their temperament had changed, and their appearance had changed quite a bit.

Just as he finished his meal, He Jiaqing heard the distant sound of a rattle-drum.

The peddler was here!

There were some matters He Jiaqing wanted to discuss with the peddler, but just as he was about to leave the White Food Inn, a woman dressed in coarse cloth blocked the doorway.

Old Woman Ku had arrived.

“Senior.” He Jiaqing bowed deeply.

Everyone inside the White Food Inn quickly paid their respects.

Old Woman Ku waved her hand, and everyone else withdrew, leaving only He Jiaqing in the room.

Old Woman Ku asked He Jiaqing, “Why are you here?”

He Jiaqing lowered his head and said, “To escape disaster.”

“Whose disaster are you escaping?”

“To escape our Daoist sect’s patriarch. He’s been targeting me recently.”

Old Woman Ku asked, “Are you talking about Xiao Qianshou? Aren’t you avoiding the peddler?”

He Jiaqing was confused. “Why would I avoid the peddler?”

Old Woman Ku looked outside the door. “I think the peddler is here for you. Whatever you do, don’t come out of this room.”

With that, Old Woman Ku waved her hand, and an invisible barrier sealed the White Food Inn’s main door.

Old Woman Ku walked out of the White Food Inn and looked at the peddler, who was pushing his cart and hawking his wares.

The peddler rarely came to Bitter Herb Village. The villagers found it a novelty, and many people went to buy things from him.

Old Woman Ku approached the cart and asked, “Do you sell rattle-candy?”

The peddler chuckled. “I have rattle-drums, and I have medicinal candy, but what in the world is rattle-candy?”

Old Woman Ku asked again, “Do you sell face-washing kettles?”

The peddler shook his head. “I have washbasins, and I have water kettles, but what in the world is a face-washing kettle? Don’t joke around.”

Old Woman Ku scoffed, “It seems you haven’t done much proper business. Rattle-candy and face-washing kettles are rare items; you can’t buy any of them from you. Tell me, what do you want from me?”

The peddler shook his head. “I’m not looking for trouble; I’m looking for someone.”

“Who are you looking for?”

“He Jiaqing.”

“What do you want him for?”

“Shixing is dead. His body was found on his own territory.”

Old Woman Ku was startled. “You’re getting involved in this?”

The peddler retorted, “Why shouldn’t I?”

Old Woman Ku sat down on a roadside rock. “Shixing gave the territory left to him by the old train to Feng Daiku, and he created a new piece of land as his own territory. Logically, he’s no longer a god of the proper land. Do you still care about his life or death?”

The peddler took a small stool from his cart and sat down too. “I don’t know where this information came from. People always say I only care about the gods of the proper land. As long as it’s in Puro Province, I’ll take care of whatever needs to be handled. I absolutely cannot tolerate someone from above the Clouds killing a local god on their territory.”

He Jiaqing listened from inside the room, trembling with fear.

Shixing’s death was within his expectations.

At Soda Kiln, He Jiaqing had sensed that Xiao Qianshou was following them, so he deliberately let Shixing go ahead. It was highly probable that Shixing had died at Xiao Qianshou’s hand.

However, Shixing’s body appearing on his own territory was quite unexpected for He Jiaqing.

Did Xiao Qianshou wait until they reached the new land before making a move?

Now, the peddler was attributing Shixing’s death to He Jiaqing, and He Jiaqing absolutely had to defend himself.

But just as he was about to leave, the barrier outside the door suddenly shimmered. He Jiaqing felt an intense, agonizing pain all over his body, as if he was being hacked and chopped, as if a layer of his skin had been peeled off.

Such was the power of the barrier.

Forget walking out the main door; even if he had mastered the Traveler Cultivator’s unhindered movement, he couldn’t leave the White Food Inn. Old Woman Ku’s barrier was not something He Jiaqing could break.

Old Woman Ku looked at the peddler and said, “In the past, local gods of new lands died on their own territory, and you never interfered!”

The peddler shook his head. “It’s not that I didn’t handle it properly, but you can’t say I didn’t interfere at all.”

He Jiaqing understood this point. Some matters concerning local gods of new lands were indeed difficult to manage, as many of them were agents of Neizhou.

Old Woman Ku looked at the peddler and said, “When will you write down all your rules, one by one, and post them as a notice so we can see them clearly? Don’t always let those who don’t understand the rules cause you trouble and make a mess!”

The peddler nodded. “That is indeed my fault. Please call He Jiaqing over; I’d like to ask him a couple of questions.”

“No!” Old Woman Ku shook her head. “He came to my Bitter Herb Village to join my Daoist sect, and he’s currently undergoing my examination. He cannot leave the White Food Inn for a single step.”

The peddler chuckled. “Alright then, I’ll go into the White Food Inn and ask him.”

Old Woman Ku also smiled. “Once you enter the White Food Inn, you’ll become a disciple of my Ascetic Cultivation sect. You’ll have to call me Patriarch then!”

“Entering the White Food Inn makes me a disciple of your Daoist sect?” The peddler frowned. “Since when was that a rule?”

Old Woman Ku was surprised. “I made this rule, didn’t you know?”

The peddler’s gaze sharpened, carrying a hint of coldness.

Old Woman Ku stood up and brushed the dust from her clothes. “Don’t forget this is Bitter Herb Village, this is my territory. If you attack me, wouldn’t that be breaking your own rules?”

As she spoke, Old Woman Ku wasn’t entirely confident.

Whether the peddler’s cultivation was above the Clouds or not, and whether it counted as breaking the rules, depended entirely on whether the peddler himself admitted it.

The peddler collected his small stool. Just as he stood up, the ground beneath his feet turned into rolling flames. Several nearby rocks rapidly melted and flowed slowly beneath the peddler’s feet.

The observing ascetic cultivators rushed to the rooftops as fast as they could, and even He Jiaqing inside the White Food Inn climbed onto the rafters.

This fire was aimed at the peddler. He Jiaqing only suffered a slight impact, but he still endured considerable pain. First, his hair began to smoke, then his skin charred, and he found it difficult to resist, even using all his techniques.

On his side, the peddler stood quietly amidst the fierce flames. He first placed his small stool back onto his cart, then lifted his foot and examined the sole of his shoe.

“Not bad. These are new shoes; you didn’t burn them up.” The peddler nodded with satisfaction.

Old Woman Ku was a little nervous. She had put a considerable effort into that fire, yet not even a scorch mark was left on the peddler’s shoe soles.

“It seems we truly are going to fight today.” Old Woman Ku let the fierce flames entwine her body, her situation now exactly like the peddler’s.

“Fight what? You’re right, this is your territory,” the peddler chuckled. “Please tell He Jiaqing that when he has finished his cultivation here with you, he can come out and talk to me about Shixing’s matter.”

Clang, clang, clang.

The peddler shook his rattle-drum, walked on the fierce flames, and pushed his cart away.

His cart was undamaged, and the peddler was unharmed. As he walked on the melted rocks, he didn’t even leave a footprint.

With his departure, Old Woman Ku let out a long breath and retracted all the flames. The surrounding vegetation had turned to ash, and the rocks, after melting and then solidifying, had become like stone pancakes. What He Jiaqing couldn’t understand was that the surrounding buildings remained undamaged.

Watching the peddler leave Bitter Herb Village, Old Woman Ku felt relieved, but He Jiaqing grew anxious.

He had come to Bitter Herb Village to escape Xiao Qianshou, not the peddler.

If he didn’t give the peddler an explanation now, it would mean he was taking responsibility for Shixing’s death himself.

Why was he not allowed to explain something that could have been made clear so simply?

Why?

Old Woman Ku returned to the White Food Inn with a faint smile. “Let’s continue discussing Old Man Xiao Qian. Is there still any room for reconciliation between you two?”

Looking at Old Woman Ku’s smile, He Jiaqing wiped the scorch marks from his face, lowered his head, and let out a long sigh. He knew why he hadn’t been allowed to explain.

Old Woman Ku had long wanted He Jiaqing to fall out with the peddler.

He Jiaqing didn’t dare to antagonize Old Woman Ku. By now, it was probably too late to go find the peddler.

Never mind, let’s talk about Xiao Qianshou first.

“Senior, there’s indeed no way for Xiao Qianshou and me to reconcile.”

Old Woman Ku thought for a moment. “Then find an opportunity to resolve this matter completely.”

“But if he is completely dealt with...”

He Jiaqing didn’t know how to continue.

If Xiao Qianshou died, the matter of Shixing would become completely inexplicable!

The five Luo sisters were training Juanzi, Gong Ziming was training Liang Wucai, and the prince and queen were becoming more and more respectable. Li Banfeng was preparing to pave the way and build momentum for the mother and son.

Currently, apart from Li Qi’s group and the five Luo sisters, no one believed Juanzi was the legitimate royal heir of Dashang. To build momentum, the foundation had to be firmly established.

Where should this foundation be laid?

Li Banfeng had considered returning to Green Water City first to print newspapers and spread the word that the legitimate heir to the Neizhou royal family had been found.

Printing newspapers was simple; Li Banfeng owned a newspaper office. But how convincing would that alone be?

Green Water City was far from Neizhou. Even if it caused a huge sensation there, how much impact would it have on Neizhou?

The foundation couldn’t be laid in Green Water City. It had to be done in San Tou Cha, right at Neizhou’s doorstep, to truly penetrate Neizhou’s heart.

To stabilize San Tou Cha, the underground city first had to be secured. It needed to be firmly held, preventing Mr. Kongfang from reclaiming it.

Li Banfeng went to Qingyuan Mansion, found the foreman Nie Congyang, and asked about the rent collection.

Nie Congyang had indeed followed the original rules: rent for the current month was waived entirely, and future rent would be halved.

This was well handled. Li Banfeng nodded. “You’ve kept your position as foreman. Now, have everyone in the building leave and block off the surrounding streets. No one is to enter without my command.”

Nie Congyang quickly led his people away from Qingyuan Garden and blocked the surrounding streets.

Li Banfeng roared, “Mad Cultivation Technique, Rivers of Blood!”

Banfengzi shook his head and said, “There’s no one else here. How can there be rivers of blood?”

Banfeng Yi looked down on Banfengzi. “Can’t you speak properly? He just wants us to bring out more brothers.”

Soon, hundreds of shadows emerged from all corners of the room. Some shadows knew a few techniques, some were skilled, and some were useless, serving only as cannon fodder.

Just filling the numbers was enough.

Li Banfeng had the shadows stay in the building for a while, then brought them all back to his Portable Residence.

These shadows, upon entering Qingyuan Mansion, all had marks left inside their bodies.

In the Portable Residence, Li Banfeng used the “High Pillow No Worries” technique, exerting himself to make the shadows expel all the copper coins from their bodies.

These copper coins were good things. His wife quickly collected them, saying they would be useful later: “Though over a hundred is quite a few, it would be even better if we had more, so Honglian could forge a weapon or create a magic treasure.”

“Don’t worry, wife, there are plenty more of these.”

Li Banfeng took the shadows out again, and before long, brought them back.

“Well done, husband! Your little servant will serve you well later!”

Li Banfeng asked, “Wife, what exactly is so good about these copper coins?”

“Blood!” the Phonograph replied. “Very rare blood!”

Beneath the sea, there was a residence, and within that residence stood a three-story small building.

Mr. Kongfang was in the second-floor bedroom of the small building, recuperating from his injuries while casting copper coins.

The main ingredients for these copper coins were two: copper and his blood.

In his previous battle with Huang Yuxian, too many copper coins were lost, and some needed to be replenished.

But this was a contradictory situation. Mr. Kongfang was already injured, and if he were to replenish the copper coins, it would mean losing more blood, which would hinder his recovery.

After much deliberation, Mr. Kongfang decided to sacrifice some blood to first replenish three hundred copper coins. He painstakingly cast over two hundred, only to find that these two hundred-plus coins vanished in an instant.

Who did this?

Mr. Kongfang clutched a copper coin and sensed for a long time before realizing that someone had entered Qingyuan Garden Mansion.

It was Li Qi again!

“What a young man!” Mr. Kongfang genuinely exclaimed. “This person is truly shameless!”

Mr. Kongfang temporarily severed his connection with Qingyuan Garden Mansion; otherwise, he wouldn’t have enough copper coins on him to compensate for the loss.

Li Banfeng used “High Pillow No Worries” for the third time in Qingyuan Mansion, but only obtained twenty-some copper coins, sensing that something was amiss.

The Phonograph said, “Husband, take your little servant out to look. There might be something significant here.”

Li Banfeng picked up the Phonograph. The Phonograph, carrying the puppet Honglian had just repaired, followed Li Banfeng on a tour through the mansion.

“What a remarkable place, what clever methods!” the Phonograph exclaimed. “My dear husband, the construction techniques of this mansion are very peculiar; they are connected to Mr. Kongfang’s body.”

Li Banfeng said, “Can we directly find Mr. Kongfang through this mansion?”

“Logically, yes, but your little servant can’t quite make out the intricacies here. Husband, why don’t you try to see for yourself?”

“See? How do I see?”

“Use the technique your little servant taught you!”

Li Banfeng activated his “Golden Eyes of Autumn Hairs,” but didn’t notice anything different about the mansion.

“Husband, you’ve used Golden Eyes of Autumn Hairs so much, yet you haven’t thought of perfecting this technique?”

Li Banfeng said, “I do want to improve it, but the key points are hard to find.”

Golden Eyes of Autumn Hairs was a first-level House Cultivation technique Li Banfeng had learned. To this day, the technique hadn’t improved much; it was useful but difficult to master.

His wife pointed out, “Husband, take a look at the mansion’s water pipe network.”

Qingyuan Mansion’s water pipes weren’t buried in the walls; most ran externally. The network was right there, but the pipes were a bit messy, making it easy to misinterpret.

Li Banfeng, using his Golden Eyes of Autumn Hairs technique, naturally wouldn’t misinterpret it. He could see the direction of the pipelines clearly.

His wife then said, “Husband, look more closely. Is there spiritual energy moving within these pipelines?”

Li Banfeng concentrated for a long time, vaguely seeing some pale red traces within the pipelines.

“Wife, this is...”

“The water pipes of this mansion are connected to Mr. Kongfang’s blood vessels. Mr. Kongfang’s copper coins flow through his blood vessels in his body, and they also flow through the water pipes in this mansion.”

Li Banfeng was somewhat surprised. “Wife, what level of crafting cultivation technique is this?”

“My dear husband, this isn’t a crafting cultivation technique. This is a martial cultivation method.”

“Martial cultivation?” Li Banfeng truly couldn’t understand.

“A true martial cultivation master can utilize all available combat power to the extreme. ‘Available combat power’ includes one’s physique and weapons. Blood vessels are Mr. Kongfang’s physique, and copper coins are Mr. Kongfang’s weapons. He is a grandmaster of martial cultivation, Ai Yeqing, the Thousand-Blade Wanderer, who is as renowned as Zhou Wencheng, the Eight-Measure Scholar.”

Mr. Kongfang was originally a martial cultivator, and such a renowned one at that.

“Wife, you can tell Mr. Kongfang’s identity just from the methods used in this mansion?” Li Banfeng felt it wasn’t that simple. Mr. Kongfang’s deception had lasted for decades; it shouldn’t be so easy to uncover.

The Phonograph said, “My dear husband, your little servant didn’t deduce this solely from these methods. Your little servant had a confrontation with Mr. Kongfang, right on that passenger ship.”

Li Banfeng searched his memory and indeed found the scene from that time, with several shadows experiencing the battle from different angles.

“Wife, Mr. Kongfang said your surname was Huang and Yin, which I can understand, but what did he mean by saying your surname was Long?”

“Your little servant did indeed have the surname Long once. I’ll tell you about that later, husband. Let’s talk about the mansion first. Your little servant used the ‘Hundred Flavors Exquisite’ technique, but couldn’t smell the metallic scent of blood vessels in this mansion. Coupled with the fact that the copper coins are gone, your little servant estimates that Mr. Kongfang’s connection with this mansion has been severed.”

“So this mansion will be completely unrelated to him from now on?”

The Phonograph shook its large horn and said, “Of course not. As long as he wants to connect, he can reconnect at any time. Husband, if you just want this mansion, it’s easy enough: just dismantle and rebuild these water pipes.”

Li Banfeng shook his head. “What good is this mansion to me? I’m thinking if we can continue to extract blood from that Thousand-Blade Kongfang through this mansion, it would both ensure the stability of San Tou Cha and fully utilize Mr. Kongfang’s abilities!”

His wife thought for a moment. “There’s a way. Let’s go home and discuss it.”

The couple returned to the Portable Residence. His wife went directly into the Seventh Room. “Brother, I have something to discuss with you. If I’m not mistaken, you are a Peeping Cultivator, aren’t you?”

The man in the Seventh Room sighed. “I don’t know if you’re mistaken, but I certainly can’t remember myself.”

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. I saw the hooks you left behind.”

“Madam, I only left hooks in this one room. That shouldn’t count as breaking the household rules.”

“I didn’t say you broke the rules. I just want to discuss borrowing some techniques from you for my husband.”

The man in the Seventh Room was silent for a moment, then said, “I’m afraid that’s not appropriate. I am not a house spirit, so I shouldn’t lend techniques to a house cultivator.”

From the Eighth Room came the voice of another man: “Brother, don’t be so pedantic.”

The Seventh Room replied, “I’m not being pedantic; I’m reasoning.”

The Eighth Room said again, “Brother, really, don’t be so pedantic.”

The Seventh Room ignored the Eighth Room and directly addressed the Phonograph, “Madam, we need to clarify this first. It’s right for me to contribute to the household, but I am not a house spirit, so techniques cannot be lent out casually. This is the principle!”

Hong Ying entered the Seventh Room and asked, “What if it’s reasonable?”

The Seventh Room truly became stubborn. “Are we not allowed to speak if we have reason?”

After more than five minutes, the Seventh Room coughed for a long time, then said weakly, “Well, I was just stating the principle. If it’s absolutely necessary to borrow, it’s possible. The key is whether the technique can be put to use.”

The Phonograph said, “You don’t need to worry about that. When it’s your turn to contribute later, don’t be vague.”

“Don’t worry, Madam, I won’t be vague, absolutely not vague...” The Seventh Room couldn’t speak anymore. He had to save his strength to prepare the technique.

Hong Ying stroked the Phonograph’s back casing. “He wouldn’t dare be vague, Xiaowan. You can just leave this kind of matter to me from now on.”

The Phonograph hummed, had Hong Ying prepare the writing implements, and Li Banfeng signed the contract with the Seventh Room.

The couple then went to the mansion again. His wife instructed Li Banfeng to grasp the contract and use the “Deep Residence and Grand Courtyard” technique to leave a hook.

“How do I leave this?” Li Banfeng had been learning the “Deep Residence and Grand Courtyard” technique for so long. Besides his wife’s technique, he had only borrowed Hong Ying’s. Both of them were Li Banfeng’s house spirits, so borrowing techniques from them was natural.

But the Seventh Room was not a house spirit, so this technique couldn’t be easily borrowed just with a contract.

His wife said, “This depends on how well you’ve been doing your ‘business’ outside, husband.”

Li Banfeng was startled. “What business are you talking about, wife? I’ve never done ‘hook’ business.”

“Your little servant is talking about the business of deception.”

Li Banfeng righteously declared, “Don’t say such things! When has your husband ever deceived anyone?”

The Phonograph puffed steam and chuckled twice. “Husband is right. Husband never deceives anyone. Husband doesn’t know that deceptive Ignorance Cultivation technique. Husband isn’t an Ignorance Cultivator at all. Husband has never deceived your little servant.”

“Mm-hmm,” Li Banfeng mumbled in response.

The Phonograph continued, “Husband, just for today, break your rule and deceive yourself just once. Say that the one in the Seventh Room is your house spirit.”

Li Banfeng sighed. “Deceiving myself is still a bit difficult.”

“Is it difficult, husband? You are someone who knows the ‘Heaven’s Harmony’ technique, which even your little servant doesn’t know. What else could be difficult for you?”

Li Banfeng smiled modestly and called out Banfengzi. “Do you think the Seventh Room is our house spirit?”

Banfengzi shook his head. “No.”

Li Banfeng asked again, “Does he live in our house?”

Banfengzi nodded. “Yes.”

“Then is he a spirit?”

“Yes.”

“Is a house spirit a spirit that lives in a house?”

“Yes.”

Li Banfeng said, “Then tell me, is he a house spirit?”

The “Reverse Cause and Effect” seemed to have worked, but after a moment of thought, Banfengzi still hesitated. “Does he acknowledge a master?”

Acknowledging a master was a crucial part of being a house spirit. If this step wasn’t handled properly, the Ignorance Cultivation technique would be difficult to activate.

Li Banfeng held up a contract and said, “He even signed the contract. How could he not acknowledge a master?”

“Ironclad Proof” also took effect.

Banfengzi clutched the contract and said with difficulty, “But we still don’t know his name.”

This hurdle was difficult to overcome. To make a house spirit acknowledge a master, the house cultivator needed to call out the house spirit’s name.

But this step was currently impossible because the Seventh Room had already forgotten its own name.

Li Banfeng said, “That’s easy. We’ll just have Yingying beat him up, and he’ll agree to whatever we call him.”

After a long silence, Banfengzi nodded repeatedly. “That does make sense!”

Li Banfeng said, “Then don’t just stand there; borrow it!”

Banfengzi trembled all over. Among the many shadows, apart from Banfeng Yi, Banfengzi knew the most techniques, and the “Deep Residence and Grand Courtyard” technique was not beyond him.

But today, using this technique was difficult. Although a contract had been signed and the Seventh Room cooperated wholeheartedly, and he even made himself believe that the Seventh Room was indeed a house spirit, borrowing the technique this way was still quite challenging.

Li Banfeng felt it wouldn’t work, but his wife was very confident. “Husband, the Seventh Room has lived in the residence for so long, there must be a connection with the residence. The key to the ‘Deep Residence and Grand Courtyard’ technique lies in the compatibility between the house cultivator and the residence. As long as there’s a connection with the residence, this technique can be borrowed!”

After trying more than a dozen times, Li Banfeng was drenched in sweat, and Banfengzi’s color had faded. After such great effort, he finally managed to hang a hook on the main water pipe.

“Will just one hook be effective?”

The Phonograph, with concern, wiped sweat from Banfeng’s brow. “It will be effective. This hook is placed on a vital point. The Seventh Room’s cultivation level is not low, so Mr. Kongfang definitely won’t notice it. From now on, whenever he connects to this mansion, you will surely sense it, and then, husband, you can draw blood from his body whenever you need it!”

A smile appeared on Li Banfeng’s face, but then he thought, “If I’m not in Qingyuan Garden Mansion, how will I extract his blood?”

The Phonograph chuckled, “That depends on whether the old man is willing to leave a ‘station’ here. He’s acquired quite a few good things recently!”

Li Banfeng nodded slightly. “San Tou Cha can be held firmly!”

“Held firmly! My dear husband, we’ve paved the way; just keep moving forward!”