CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 85: BITTER CULTIVATION (TWO CHAPTERS COMBINED)_3

"The Clock Pendulum in your hand, it’s from that grandfather clock. I recognize it.

"Only a Home Cultivation could have the skill to kill Old Lady Han in her own house and take away her House Spirit."

So he hadn’t seen through it; he’d deduced it.

Zhong Desong stroked the Teapot as he followed the wall’s edge, slowly approaching Li Banfeng. "Li Qi, killing Old Lady Han’s entire family proves your cultivation level is not low. But judging by your age, you’re at most Second Layer.

"A Second Layer Home Cultivation, if just having left your house, I really wouldn’t dare to fight you. But I’ve calculated it: three hours have passed from the time you entered the Steamed Bun shop until now.

"Your house must be nearby. Once you’re inside, I’m certainly no match for you. But in this territory, you won’t survive tonight.

"Feeling hot? Do you feel like you’re about to be steamed alive? Home Cultivations accustomed to the ease of their homes can’t stand suffering. Here, in this land of pain, you have no strength to fight."

Zhong Desong was very familiar with Home Cultivations. He knew they were not suited for battling in harsh environments.

He was determined to kill Li Banfeng. He was fully prepared for this fight.

The top of the wall was narrow, wet, and slippery. On the other side of the wall, an invisible barrier made it difficult for ordinary people to even stand still, let alone walk.

But Zhong Desong took each step with great stability. His face, previously smiling, gradually twisted into a fierce sneer.

"Tell me, how did you kill Old Lady Han and her two sons?"

Li Banfeng retorted, surprised, "Why do you care so much about Old Lady Han? Was she your wife?"

"If only she were." Zhong Desong didn’t deny it. He truly had feelings for Old Lady Han, but sadly, she never gave him the chance.

"What did you fancy about that old lady?"

"Everything about her was good. She was a good person!"

Was that old lady a good person?

What was this old man thinking?

Those were genuine feelings!

Watching him draw closer, Li Banfeng shifted his footing as if to retreat.

Zhong Desong chuckled. "Don’t move rashly; definitely don’t move. This wall is incredibly slippery. One careless move, and you’ll fall into the water. Once you fall, not even your bones will remain.

"In this pool of tea, I’ve killed six Second Layer Cultivators, two Third Layer Cultivators, and gravely injured a Fourth Layer Cultivator. Do you think you can escape?

"I can walk on this wall, but you can’t. No matter how difficult the path, I can walk it. I can fight here; you cannot. Because no matter the hardship, I can endure it.

"If you don’t believe it, take a few steps forward and try. If you want to be boiled alive, I won’t stop you. If you want a quick death, just answer my question honestly. How exactly did you kill Old Lady Han and her family? You really are..."

BANG!

Li Banfeng dashed forward, rushing up close, and delivered a kick to Zhong Desong.

Zhong Desong staggered, nearly falling over.

In his shock, Li Banfeng twisted Zhong Desong’s wrist and snatched the Teapot away.

Zhong Desong, stunned, attempted to drag Li Banfeng into the scalding water with him.

He could endure the hot water for a while, but Li Banfeng could not last even a moment. It didn’t matter, as Li Banfeng hadn’t planned on entering the water anyway. He sidestepped and delivered another kick to Zhong Desong.

Zhong Desong failed to maintain his balance and fell alone into the roiling hot water.

Excruciating pain overcame him as he struggled fiercely.

How could this be? How could he stand so steady? How could he possibly run over here? How did he not fall off the wall?

Indeed, the Steam made the wall top very slippery.

Normally, a Home Cultivation on the wall, leaning against the invisible barrier, would not be able to maintain balance with such slippery footing and truly couldn’t take a single step.

Zhong Desong could endure harsh environments and had an extreme ability to adapt, which was why he could walk so solidly.

But to compete in footing with a Traveling Cultivator? He was dreaming.

To a Traveling Cultivator, the slippery wall was not much different from flat ground. Li Banfeng could run atop it.

Zhong Desong, boiled thoroughly in the hot water, struggled to lift his head, aiming to transfer his agony onto Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng stood firmly on the wall, extended one foot, and pressed it on Zhong Desong’s head, pushing him back into the hot water.

"Enduring hardships, right? Don’t hold back, have your fill!"

Zhong Desong tried to surface again, only to be kicked back down by Li Banfeng.

"So fond of Old Lady Han? I’ll send you to reunite with her!"

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