Chapter 762: Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain with a Single Thought

Li Banfeng gazed at Zhao Xiaowan, who had materialized from the paper. She was clad in armor, with a long sword hanging from her waist, her features distinct, and her figure exquisite. Without activating his Golden Autumn Sight, Li Banfeng couldn't tell that this was a "text person" created using a technique.

What if he used Golden Autumn Sight?

Li Banfeng activated his Golden Autumn Sight to a moderate intensity and walked around the "text person," faintly discerning some flaws.

This "Zhao Xiaowan" had text on her body. On the armor of her back, two lines of text were visible: "Crimson makeup cannot hide a hero's spirit; the Rouge Tigress shakes the eight directions."

These were the Beauty Scroll's assessment of Zhao Xiaowan, and also the two lines that left the deepest impression on Li Banfeng.

Increasing the intensity of his Golden Autumn Sight, Li Banfeng saw other texts. All the descriptions of Zhao Xiaowan from the Beauty Scroll now appeared on the "text person."

"Can you fight?" Li Banfeng asked.

"Zhao Xiaowan" looked at Li Banfeng, a cold gleam flickering in her eyes.

Li Banfeng asked again, "Do you have any techniques or martial arts?"

"Zhao Xiaowan" continued to stare at Li Banfeng, remaining silent.

Why didn't she speak?

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion: the Beauty Scroll contained no descriptions of Zhao Xiaowan's speech, which resulted in her lacking the ability to speak.

He walked around the "text person" and discovered something important on her lower back.

It was a hole, a very regular, circular hole.

Li Banfeng found this hole familiar; it resembled the central hole of a record.

Li Banfeng lifted the "text person's" armor and indeed found a record attached to her waist.

Why would a "text person" have a record on her?

The Beauty Scroll could not possibly contain any records related to gramophones, nor could the book's author have known that Zhao Xiaowan had transformed into a gramophone.

Li Banfeng was absorbed in his observation when the "text person" suddenly turned and looked at him.

A chill swept over him, making Li Banfeng shiver.

Was this a premonition of good or ill fortune?

Could this "text person" bring danger?

It was merely a product of the "Golden House" technique; its combat strength shouldn't be very high.

Li Banfeng stared into the "text person's" eyes, trying to discern her intentions.

After a moment, Li Banfeng became motionless.

The Glove was alarmed and gently shook Li Banfeng: "Master, what's wrong? What happened? Master, master!"

"Don't shake him!" the Judge's Pen rebuked, "He's frozen."

The Glove was startled: "How could he be frozen?"

The Judge's Pen deliberated for a while, then uttered a long string of words: "That book describes her beauty as 'face like morning glow reflecting snow, eyes like a cold pool tempering stars.' Doesn't that make her a cold cultivator? He kept staring into her eyes, so it's no wonder he froze!"

"That's nonsense! When did Madam become a cold cultivator?!" The Glove continued to shake Li Banfeng, "Master, wake up."

"I told you, don't shake him!" The Judge's Pen stopped the Glove. "This minor cold cultivation technique isn't a problem; he can break free. If you knock him over and shatter him, *that* would be troublesome."

In the Black Stone Slope New Territory, at Three-Coil River, Shu Wanjuan stood on the riverbed, conversing with Nian Shangyou: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Thank you for your concern, Brother Nian."

Nian Shangyou said, "Upon hearing of your peril, Lord Marquis, Lord Qiao was very worried and instructed me to come and check on you."

"It wasn't peril, merely a dispute with my unruly disciple. In a fit of anger, I taught him a lesson." Shu Wanjuan glanced at Yuanyoushang beside him, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Shu Wanjuan's previous encounter with Zhou Wencheng was due to his entanglement with He Jiaqing being exposed. Now, having been injured over this matter, Shu Wanjuan certainly wouldn't tell Nian Shangyou, much less Qiao Yi.

It was Yuanyoushang who reported this incident. He had saved Shu Wanjuan and lost many ghost servants, so he definitely needed the imperial court to know, or at least acknowledge his contribution.

However, Shu Wanjuan had no intention of claiming credit for Yuanyoushang. He and Nian Shangyou exchanged pleasantries, skimming over the past incident without mentioning Yuanyoushang once.

As Shu Wanjuan had said, he merely disciplined a mischievous disciple; the matter itself was trivial, and Yuanyoushang's actions seemed insignificant.

Yuanyoushang stood by, ignored by both, with no opportunity to interject.

After Nian Shangyou departed, Shu Wanjuan bowed slightly to Yuanyoushang: "I, Shu, have other important matters. We shall meet again."

What could Yuanyoushang say?

He could only bow in return, watching Shu Wanjuan leave.

Standing on the riverbed, Yuanyoushang remained in a daze for a while.

A ghost servant reminded him, "We should go. Three-Coil River is about to rise."

Three-Coil River was a river that flowed according to a schedule.

The river water changed three times a day, every eight hours, hence its name, Three-Coil River.

Every day from 8 AM to 4 PM, Three-Coil River was knee-deep, no different from an ordinary small river. From 4 PM to 12 AM, the river suddenly dried up, leaving not a single drop, not even mud. After midnight, huge waves would strike, and the river would overflow, reaching five or six meters deep, completely submerging the banks.

It was currently 11:30 PM; the great flood was imminent.

Yuanyoushang still stood in the middle of the riverbed, momentarily unsure where to go.

Inside the Portable Dwelling, Li Banfeng carefully studied the connection between the Beauty Scroll and the Golden House technique.

If text itself could achieve the same effects as paintings, dolls, or sculptures, and could perform the Golden House technique, this would be absolutely beneficial news for Li Banfeng. This previously weakest technique would be greatly enhanced.

Of course, merely copying phrases from the Beauty Scroll was clearly insufficient. Like printing images, it wasn't a product created with one's own heart and effort, so its combat strength would be very limited.

Li Banfeng picked up paper and pen, preparing to create a piece of text.

Writing about his wife again would be uninteresting, so Li Banfeng decided to portray a bodyguard for himself.

He first thought of Shan Chengjun.

After contemplating for a moment, Li Banfeng wrote down a sentence: "Shan Chengjun is tall, thin, and a great fighter."

After writing this sentence, he took it outside the Portable Dwelling, dipped blood on it, and waited for fifteen minutes, but there was no reaction on the paper.

This method isn't working?

Could it be that only the text on the Beauty Scroll possesses special power?

This would impose many restrictions.

Firstly, among the thirty beauties on the Beauty Scroll, Li Banfeng only recognized his wife and had no concept of the others. Even if he summoned these beauties using the Golden House technique, he wouldn't know their utility.

Of course, the outcome of the technique would also be influenced by the practitioner's understanding. The "Zhao Xiaowan" summoned by Li Banfeng had a record on her, which stemmed from Li Banfeng's perception of his wife.

But the extent of this influence and how to control it seemed a bit complex.

Back in the Portable Dwelling, Li Banfeng held the Beauty Scroll and looked at it for a long time, wondering what kind of text could possess such powerful force.

After more than an hour, the obscure text made Li Banfeng's head throb. He put down the Beauty Scroll and picked up another book—"Floating Clouds Ask the Post Station."

Boss Lu had said it was a travelogue. Just by its title, it probably shared the ancient and profound style of the Beauty Scroll, making it difficult to understand.

However, upon opening it, the text was surprisingly simple.

"I'm someone who loves to travel. I can't stay in one place, so I've been to many places, eaten many good things, seen many beautiful sights, and met many pretty girls—."

Li Banfeng couldn't help but laugh: "This is called a travelogue? Can something written like this actually be published?"

"Similar to yours," the Judge's Pen said, staring at Li Banfeng's characterization of Shan Chengjun: tall, thin, and a great fighter.

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I just wrote that casually."

He continued reading "Floating Clouds Ask the Post Station," while the Judge's Pen read the Beauty Scroll beside him. After about ten minutes, Li Banfeng stopped at one page and reread it several times.

"I just don't like climbing mountains, because climbing is very tiring, more tiring than writing. And climbing makes me impatient; I just want to see what the other side of the mountain looks like. But climbing is troublesome; you have to climb over to see the other side. As I walk on this side of the mountain, my mind is already on the other side. The further I walk, the more impatient I get. I think, 'How great it would be if I could just flatten this mountain.' One day, I'll definitely flatten this mountain."

Flatten this mountain.

Does that mean "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers"?

What does "the other side of the mountain" mean?

The Judge's Pen slowly leaned on Li Banfeng's shoulder and snorted, "You can't even understand this?"

Li Banfeng read it over a dozen times: "This really isn't easy to understand."

The Judge's Pen flipped through the Beauty Scroll and sighed: "If you don't understand that, you'll understand this even less. If you don't understand, how will you be able to write it?"

Li Banfeng looked at the Judge's Pen: "Is writing it out useful?"

The Judge's Pen slowly turned the pages: "I think it is."

Green Water City, as the evening lights came on.

Yuanyoushang wore a top hat and a wool coat, with his collar turned up, obscuring his face, as he walked along the street.

His destination was Carefree Dock, but upon arriving at the entrance, he was contemplating whether to go inside.

Nian Shangyou's mission for him was to monitor Ma Wu's movements at Carefree Dock. Ma Wu had recently slowed down his land reclamation work and wasn't staying in the new territory much, frequently moving around Green Water City, which made Qiao Yi somewhat uneasy.

Qiao Yi instructed Nian Shangyou to choose a suitable person to monitor Ma Wu. Nian Shangyou considered Yuanyoushang reliable and entrusted him with the task, repeatedly cautioning him before he left: "You serve the imperial court diligently, and whether it's your achievements or your hard work, Lord Qiao sees it all. You don't need to worry about promotions; Lord Qiao has it in mind."

Nian Shangyou felt he had found the right person for the job, but Yuanyoushang felt something was wrong with it.

More than a decade ago, Yuanyoushang commanded respect in Puluo Prefecture, his reputation far exceeding Ma Wu's current fame.

Later, having cultivated to the Cloud Realm, Yuanyoushang went to the inner prefecture. After a period of refinement, he turned and pledged allegiance to the imperial court. Now in his forties, he had returned to Green Water City, only to risk his life monitoring Ma Wu.

Connecting all the dots, Yuanyoushang had to ask himself: what did he do in the inner prefecture? What did he gain from more than a decade of wasted time?

After much hesitation, Yuanyoushang entered Carefree Dock. He went to the main ballroom, sat at a round table, ordered a bottle of wine, watched the performance on stage, and quietly released his ghost servants.

The singer on stage was named Bai Mansheng. Jiang Mengting had gone to manage the Jiang family's affairs, and Carefree Dock needed a new star performer, whom Ma Wu had promoted.

Bai Mansheng certainly lived up to expectations; after her song, applause erupted from the audience.

There was a guest named Yan Chongyi, the son of a wealthy merchant, who had come specifically for Bai Mansheng tonight.

He first sent Bai Mansheng flowers, then a red envelope. Perhaps having had a few too many drinks tonight, he forgot the rules of Carefree Dock. He rushed onto the stage, insisting on kissing Bai Mansheng.

Two attendants stepped forward to stop him but were directly pushed to the ground by Yan Chongyi.

Just from that push, anyone with keen eyes could tell this person possessed cultivation.

"What are you guys? Try to touch me again!" Yan Chongyi walked towards Bai Mansheng. As a newcomer, Bai Mansheng was trembling with fright, unsure how to react to this situation.

Manager Zhang came from backstage and firmly took Yan Chongyi's arm: "Young Master Yan, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you to rest." "Who's drunk? Who are you talking about? Get out of my way!" Yan Chongyi pushed Manager Zhang, but couldn't move him. Instead, he himself stumbled back a few steps, fell off the stage, and overturned Yuanyoushang's table.

Yuanyoushang grabbed the wine bottle from the table, intending to hide far away, but was pulled back by Yan Chongyi.

"Did you just hit me?"

Yuanyoushang dodged, freeing himself from Yan Chongyi's grasp.

He didn't want to get entangled with this person and turned to leave, but Yan Chongyi persisted: "Go ask around Green Water City, who dares to touch me?"

Yan Chongyi actually knew that the person who had touched him earlier wasn't the one in front of him, but Manager Zhang of Carefree Dock, and that the push was a warning.

Though drunk, he knew fear and dared not act recklessly with Manager Zhang.

But having lost face in public, he wanted to regain it, so he took out his anger on Yuanyoushang.

Yuanyoushang avoided Yan Chongyi and explained, "You've got the wrong person. I didn't touch you, and I don't know you."

"Don't know me?" Yan Chongyi chuckled, "Today, I'll make sure you do!"

Yan Chongyi swung his fist and struck Yuanyoushang's face.

Normally, a hundred Yan Chongyis surrounding Yuanyoushang wouldn't be able to lay a hand on him.

But today, Yuanyoushang squarely took that punch.

With so many people watching, Yuanyoushang didn't want to arouse suspicion, and taking that hit was no big deal for him.

Yan Chongyi then kicked Yuanyoushang again.

Yuanyoushang pretended to tumble clumsily, squeezing into the crowd. He intended to leave the main ballroom.

"Where are you running?" Yan Chongyi still wanted to pursue, but Manager Zhang grabbed him by the hair from behind.

Manager Zhang was angry: "Young Master Yan, you are truly drunk tonight."

Yan Chongyi shouted, "Old Zhang, let go of me! If there's anything, let Ma Junyang talk to me. If you dare to touch me again—!"

Manager Zhang gripped Yan Chongyi's hair and slammed his head onto a table.

Yan Chongyi, his face covered in blood, yelled, "Carefree Dock is assaulting people! You all saw it!"

Another blow.

Yan Chongyi fell silent. Manager Zhang tossed him to his subordinates: "Take Young Master Yan downstairs to sober up."

The commotion subsided. Manager Zhang looked for Yuanyoushang but found that the man had already disappeared without a trace.

Yuanyoushang sat by the roadside, quietly waiting for news from his scouting ghost servants.

He lit a cigarette, took two drags, and then extinguished it underfoot.

After sitting in silence for a while, he wanted to light another cigarette, but the match wouldn't strike.

Perhaps the matches were faulty, or perhaps he wasn't applying the right force.

It's nothing, this is nothing. He'd endured far worse grievances before.

This was truly nothing.

Really nothing—

Why did he feel like a beggar?

Ma Wu lit a match and held it out to Yuanyoushang.

Yuanyoushang lit his cigarette, then looked up at Ma Junyang.

Ma Wu pulled twenty silver dollars from his pocket and placed them in Yuanyoushang's hand: "Ten silver dollars are for inviting you to drink tonight, and the other ten are for medical expenses. I, Ma, apologize to you."

Having said that, Ma Wu bowed deeply to Yuanyoushang and turned to leave.

Yuanyoushang clutched the silver dollars, watched Ma Wu's retreating back, and called back the ghost servants from Carefree Dock.

Li Banfeng took up paper and pen, and once again wrote a description of Shan Chengjun.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a certain foundation in writing; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to engage in deep literary discussions with figures like Zhang Xiuling and Boss Lu. Adhering to the writing style of the Beauty Scroll, Li Banfeng first wrote a passage:

"There was a warrior, named Shan Chengjun.His form, like a lone crane soaring, slender like a cold bamboo enduring frost; his joints, clanking like hidden springs.His technique, so bizarre, could transform ordinary objects into fierce implements: a willow leaf, passing through his fingers, became a throat-cutting sword; a wine bowl, with a flick of his wrist, turned into a bone-shattering shield;A tattered robe, shaken into the air, became a flying rope for strangling; a dying candle, in his hand, transformed into a fire dragon scorching the plains."

The Judge's Pen glanced at it and commented, "A bit short. The writing is acceptable."

Having received the Judge's Pen's approval, Li Banfeng picked up his pen, wanting to write a few more lines, but for a moment, he didn't know what to write.

Hong Ying thought for a moment and said to Li Banfeng, "I remember a fierce battle back then, where Shan Chengjun was surrounded by Xiaowan. His hundreds of soldiers charged once, half of them died, and the remaining half surrendered. Shan Chengjun refused to surrender. Without weapons, he relied on his ten fingers, tearing and ripping, killing a dozen of our generals. I always looked down on martial cultivators, and even now, I feel only Shan Chengjun among them is truly formidable. At the time, I wanted to fight him myself, but Xiaowan stopped me. Thinking back now, if I had really gone, I probably would have faced a grim fate. I also remember he snapped a piece of bone from an enemy's shin bone to make a whistle arrow, then pulled a sinew from the body to make a bowstring. With just that single bow and arrow, he killed many of our soldiers."

Li Banfeng couldn't imagine this process: "How many people could one bow and one arrow kill? A tibia isn't that long; how many could it string, like candied hawthorns?"

Hong Ying shook her head: "It wasn't as simple as stringing candied hawthorns. Didn't I just say it was a whistle arrow? It made a sound. When the arrow flew out, the sound was extremely sharp. The soldiers in the front row heard that sound, their ears bled, and soon they were gone. Xiaowan even had to use her technique to block that sound. And it was relying solely on the sound of that whistle arrow that the peddler came and rescued Shan Chengjun. That man had a good mind; while he was fighting, he was also thinking about calling for help. When you mentioned Shan Chengjun before, I had an impression, that this person was very powerful, but I couldn't recall how exactly. It wasn't until I ate the Old Laughing Pliers last time and recovered much of my memory that I recalled this fierce battle. Because of this battle, the entire army at the time was terrified of Shan Chengjun."

Li Banfeng was very surprised: "What was Shan Chengjun doing before the war? Did the imperial court never try to win him over? Was he someone who suddenly appeared when the war broke out?"

Hong Ying was still recalling intently, and Tang Blade remembered some things: "Before the war, Shan Chengjun's reputation was already considerable. It's said he killed people with chopsticks in a teahouse or a tavern."

Hong Ying slapped her forehead, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, that's right! And he didn't kill ordinary people; he killed the leader of the Stone Cultivators."

Li Banfeng asked, "What kind of sect is Stone Cultivation?"

Hong Ying said, "Stone Cultivation is such a common sect, and you haven't seen one?"

Li Banfeng shook his head; he really hadn't seen any.

The Old Teapot flipped its lid: "Stone Cultivators are sects skilled in using stones. They can also turn their bodies into stone. Because they are strong in both offense and defense, there were quite a few cultivators in their early years. I heard Old Woman Ku say that later, the cultivators of this sect were all wiped out. No one knows who did it."

The Portable Dwelling was quiet for a while. Hong Ying made a conjecture: "When I was alive, there were so many Stone Cultivators. If this sect truly became extinct, could it have been Shan Chengjun who did it?"

Tang Blade thought for a moment, and memories continued to surface in his mind: "If that's the case, it's quite possible. Stone Cultivators are a bit like Virtue Cultivators; they believe their sect is also a gang. Shan Chengjun killed their leader, creating a feud. I imagine they became bloodthirsty later. Actually, the incident was strange. I remember Shan Chengjun and that Stone Cultivator leader were as close as brothers. What caused them to fall out back then?"

Hong Ying also pondered for a long time: "I remember the incident was widely rumored at the time, but the exact reason, I really can't recall. Shan Chengjun was an erratic person. Today a friend, tomorrow he might turn hostile and become a sworn enemy. I remember he had a lover, a very famous woman. I think it was a rainy day, and that woman was buying fish at the market when Shan Chengjun chopped off her head with a bamboo hat."

Tang Blade rattled his blade: "I remember that too. Shan Chengjun killed many people with a bamboo hat; it was his signature technique. Ai Yeqing always wears a bamboo hat; he probably got Shan Chengjun's true legacy."

Hong Ying nodded repeatedly: "The extermination of the Stone Cultivators was probably done by Shan Chengjun. You just mentioned Virtue Cultivators. I remember Stone Cultivators and Virtue Cultivators had a very good relationship; the two sects even researched techniques together. If the Stone Cultivators fell into trouble, didn't the Virtue Cultivators help?"

Tang Blade chuckled: "General Hong, you jest. When have Virtue Cultivators ever cared about the lives of others?"

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying and Tang Blade for a long time: "Both of your memories have recovered so much?"

Hong Ying gave a shy smile: "It's all thanks to Seventh Son's affection."

Li Banfeng said, "You recovered because you ate the Old Laughing Pliers, and Tang Blade because he refined Shan Chengjun's intestines. Is that why your memories recovered?"

Tang Blade emphasized: "Not 'ate,' but 'refined.'"

Such a great effect?

Li Banfeng felt there was something fishy, when he suddenly heard the old man's voice beside his ear: "Don't worry, I'm watching. You focus on the important task."

The important task was to practice his techniques, and the current key was to write the passage well.

The Judge's Pen also told Li Banfeng: "You've heard it, now write. Write more."

Li Banfeng, using Hong Ying's description, added another sentence: "He was valiant; in fierce combat, every flex and extension of his ten fingers became a weapon."

The Judge's Pen said: "This sentence isn't good; it lacks vigor. Use more parallel phrases."

How can parallel phrases be so easy to write?

Li Banfeng envisioned the fierce battle Hong Ying described in his mind and wrote a pair of couplets:

"Trampling through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he broke enemy shins into whistle arrows, blowing a mournful, formation-breaking sound;Perched on broken tiles and crumbling walls, he drew enemy sinews as bowstrings, firing a chilling, soul-splitting arrow."

The Judge's Pen praised, "Good! Write more!"

Li Banfeng then thought about the rumors before the war, and with a flourish of his pen, wrote:

"In common teahouses and taverns, bamboo chopsticks flew, piercing stone and metal;Amidst the clamor of markets and alleyways, a bamboo hat suddenly spun, dropping heads.Allied in the morning, rebellious by evening, he overturned clouds and stirred rain with a single thought;Friends yesterday, enemies today, cold blades turned in his eyes."

The Judge's Pen said, "Done!"

Li Banfeng rubbed his temples, which were throbbing.

Hong Ying said solicitously, "Seventh Son, let's not write anymore. Get some good rest."

Li Banfeng stood up and took two steps.

Hong Ying said, "Xiaowan is sleeping soundly. How about we take advantage of her absence and go for a walk?"

The whole family looked at Hong Ying, their hearts full of disdain, yet not daring to show it.

"Come, I'll take you out." Li Banfeng first stepped out of the house, then used the "Connected Wide Bridal Chamber" technique to bring Hong Ying out with him.

Meng De snorted, "If Madam knew about this, she'd break her legs!"

The Projector looked around, confirmed the Glove wasn't present, and secretly hid the film he had just shot.

Outside the Portable Dwelling, Li Banfeng unfolded the description of Shan Chengjun and dripped a drop of blood onto the paper.

Hong Ying was displeased: "You called me out just to do this? What's the point of this?"

"I'm studying techniques; this is serious business." Li Banfeng watched for a moment, and the paper showed slight ripples.

Hong Ying said with a straight face, "When others use the Golden House technique, they always draw beautiful women. The more beautiful, the more powerful the technique. You're creating a Shan Chengjun; what kind of beauty is that? What use could he be?"

The Judge's Pen didn't agree: "The mastery of both literary and martial arts, reaching perfection, is also exquisitely beautiful."

Hong Ying scoffed, but then a tall, thin man stood up from the paper.

Li Banfeng looked, and the appearance was identical to Shan Chengjun.

Hong Ying had seen Shan Chengjun during the First Puluo War. After so many years, Shan Chengjun's appearance must have changed.

This also confirmed something: the appearance of a "text person" largely depended on the practitioner's perception.

"Yingying, want to spar with him?" Li Banfeng controlled the "text person" with his technique, wanting to test its combat strength.

Hong Ying was disdainful: "Why would I spar with this thing? I just need to move my finger, and he'll fall apart."

"That's not necessarily true!" Li Banfeng controlled "Shan Chengjun" to charge towards Hong Ying. When he was still over ten meters away from Hong Ying, "Shan Chengjun" was intimidated by Hong Ying's presence and stood still, unmoving.

Hong Ying couldn't be bothered to move, and looked at Li Banfeng: "Convinced?"

Li Banfeng was about to praise Hong Ying when he suddenly saw "Shan Chengjun" turn and charge at Li Banfeng.

What was he doing?

The Judge's Pen said: "'Allied in the morning, rebellious by evening, he overturned clouds and stirred rain with a single thought.' That line hit the nail on the head."

Li Banfeng agreed. Shan Chengjun had no concept of loyalty, which matched his description of Shan Chengjun and his understanding of him.

Seeing the paper figure approach, Hong Ying sensed danger: "Seventh Son, don't underestimate him!"

Li Banfeng had no intention of underestimating him.

He looked past Shan Chengjun and stepped out with the "Trample Ten Thousand Rivers" technique.

Throughout the entire casting process, he didn't look at Shan Chengjun once; he just wanted to see what was behind the mountain.

Boom!

A cloud of dust rose, and the "text person Shan Chengjun" left no trace, directly shattering into fine dust.

After a long wait, the dust slowly began to dissipate.

Hong Ying was stunned: "Seventh Son, what a powerful technique."

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