Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'-Chapter 800 - 492 - Twisted Rumors_2

"No way." Li Banfeng shook his head. "We must clear up all the details."

Is this Local Deity friends with the Chase the Light Group, trying to protect the Boundless Camp?

The Chase the Light Group bore a grudge against Li Banfeng, and the Local Deity had just added three stripes to Li Banfeng’s burden. If they stood together, there would be nowhere for Li Banfeng to hide.

If this Coachman really is one of the Chase the Light Group, then he must be eliminated.

The Phonograph sighed, "Husband, if you really refuse to leave, try not to act alone at the very least. It’s best to have someone with you for protection."

Li Banfeng shook his head. He had too many secrets to keep and, most of the time, had to move alone.

All night long, Li Banfeng didn’t sleep well. The next morning, He Yuxiu went to take care of business. Xiao Yeci wanted to tell Li Banfeng a story, but seeing Li Banfeng deep in thought, she didn’t dare disturb him.

By noon, Border Defense Envoy Zheng Siyi arrived. Li Banfeng had originally thought that Liao Zihui was ready to make a move against the Chase the Light Group, but Zheng Siyi said, "Seventh Master, the Chief Envoy says the operation has been postponed."

"What’s the reason?"

"The people from the Chase the Light Group have withdrawn from Shilou Mountain. It’s unknown where they’ve gone."

They withdrew?

Is the Coachman really mixed up with them?

Zheng Siyi sighed. "Actually, after last night’s sudden attack, we should’ve anticipated this. The enemy dared to strike at us; they must’ve planned their escape too."

Liao Zihui still believed that the attackers were from the Chase the Light Group.

Li Banfeng said, "Do you know who attacked me last night?"

"It must have been one of the high-ranking members of the Chase the Light Group, able to withstand a Steam Machine Gun. Their cultivation level must be quite high."

Li Banfeng said, "I suspect that person is the Local Deity of Bridge Yesong, the one who was carrying the sedan chair."

Zheng Siyi looked dumbfounded. He thought for a long time and didn’t know what to say. "Seventh Master, you can’t be joking with me. I’ve been at Bridge Yesong for eleven years, and I’ve never seen the Local Deity here."

Li Qi said, "Please convey to Chief Envoy Liao that he needs to be extra cautious."

After Zheng Siyi left, Li Banfeng continued to ponder his strategy. Lu Chunying wanted to stroll around the town. "Brother Seven, let’s go together?"

Li Banfeng shook his head. "You go on. Take a few more Supports with you, and try not to talk to strangers on the road."

Lu Chunying took Lu Yuanxin and six Supports. As soon as they reached the door, they heard a Coachman say, "Miss, want to take the sedan chair?"

Li Banfeng shuddered and rushed to the door. He saw several Coachmen standing there, none of whom was the Local Deity of Bridge Yesong.

Good thing it’s not him. This Local Deity has already tormented me to the point of sickness.

Lu Chunying didn’t want to take the sedan chair. For a Traveling Cultivator, climbing a hill was not much of a challenge.

The Coachmen, failing to get the business, went back to the big tree to wait for work, their words carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Too stingy to take the sedan chair, but insists on walking."

"People like that are the most pretentious. No matter how much you pay, I wouldn’t want to carry them."

Li Banfeng suddenly heard someone say, "How did I even get played by a Gang Xiu? So damn embarrassing!"

Who’s talking?

Li Banfeng looked at the group of Coachmen. They were chatting among themselves, and it seemed as if none were speaking to him.

But the voice sounded familiar. Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead, went back into the hall, sat down on a chair, and started talking to himself.

"Who was talking just now?"

"I didn’t say anything."

"I wanted to say something, but I don’t know what to say."

Li Banfeng fell silent for a moment before asking again, "Does anyone know how to deal with a Gang Xiu?"

"If he hadn’t already lifted you onto his pole, maybe there would have been a way. But now that you have been lifted three times, anything you say is too late."

"You acted too rashly in this matter. Without any preparation, you dared to seek out the Local Deity."

"You’ve seen too many Local Deities and don’t take them seriously. Go and ask others how many people go their whole life without ever knowing what a Local Deity looks like."

Hearing Li Banfeng talk to himself and argue so fiercely, Xiao Yeci entered the hall and cautiously asked, "Benefactor, what’s happening with you?"

Li Banfeng laughed. "Nothing, I was just thinking about the stories you told me yesterday."

Xiao Yeci sat down beside Li Banfeng. "If you want to listen, I can continue. I still have plenty of good stories."

Li Banfeng turned to face Xiao Yeci and stared at her for quite a while.

Xiao Yeci’s cheeks turned red, and her breathing grew slightly hurried.

Li Banfeng asked, "Do you have any particularly special stories?"

"What counts as special?" Xiao Yeci was a bit incoherent.

Chunying isn’t here, Sister Xiu isn’t here... could today be a special day?

What kind of story might happen on such a day?

Li Banfeng asked, "Is there a hero who performed righteous deeds at Bridge Yesong and ended up staying at Bridge Yesong, without leaving for distant lands?"

"You’re talking about *that* story..." Xiao Yeci seemed a bit disappointed but still thought hard. "There was someone, quite well-known, who died at Bridge Yesong in the end, but I don’t know if it counts."

"It counts. What kind of person was he?"

"It’s not easy to say. I don’t know if he was a hero."

"Tell me about him."

Xiao Yeci recalled, "This man was called Scabby-headed Song. He had yellow scabs, no hair, and pockmarked skin—quite frightening. He was originally a rascal in the town, brawling on the streets, flaunting his strength, and had done many bad things. One year, a band of marauders came to Bridge Yesong and killed many people. The town’s folk fled or died; everyone thought the people of Bridge Yesong were going to be annihilated by the marauders. But Scabby-headed Song didn’t accept this. He rallied a hundred brave men, armed themselves, and fought the marauders. They fought for a year, and Scabby-headed Song had several brushes with death, but in the end, he drove the marauders away. The Local Deity admired Scabby-headed Song and wanted to take him as a Disciple, to give him powerful cultivation. But Scabby-headed Song’s head was damaged in the battle, and he went mad. First, he insulted the Local Deity, and later he said he wasn’t Scabby-headed Song anymore; he had become someone else."