Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1467: Peeping Cultivation Above the Clouds (3)

This is a Food Repair Array, devouring the Seven Wastes.

Guan Huodong seldom uses this array because resetting it once comes at a great cost.

Now that Li Qi has been swallowed by the array, he surely won’t escape soon, yet Guan Huodong’s heart remains unsettled.

At the moment Li Banfeng fell below the deck, Guan Huodong discovered something.

Li Banfeng’s body went in, but the shadow seemingly didn’t.

Was it just an illusion?

A Peeping Cultivation saying he had an illusion is like a Martial Cultivator saying he can’t use a knife; Li Qi’s shadow definitely changed earlier.

Li Qi fell into traps several times but managed to escape each time, likely related to the shadow.

While pondering, Li Qi suddenly flew up from beside the ship railing.

It’s indeed hard to deal with a Peeping Cultivation; he doesn’t fall for ambushes and always seizes the initiative.

On high alert, Guan Huodong first spotted Li Banfeng’s position, then deduced his intention, and quickly pulled the rope in his hand.

The rope wasn’t just a decoy.

A fierce wind surged up from the bow, transforming into three sharp blades, slashing towards Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng used the Carefree Technique to move his vital parts, evaded two blades, but couldn’t avoid one, which severed his right hand.

Guan Huodong rejoiced, leaped forward, picked up Li Banfeng’s severed hand, and took the Jin Qian’er from it.

This Jin Qian’er had been his nemesis, and now he finally got hold of it, with this piece of money…

No, this isn’t Jin Qian’er, it’s a Silver Yuan.

And this hand isn’t right, why is it so dark?

This is the shadow’s hand?

Li Banfeng flew onto the deck from the ship’s rail, with a shadow missing one hand standing beside him.

The shadow shrugged its shoulder, and the severed arm slowly grew back, although the color lightened slightly.

Guan Huodong was shocked, finally realizing the vast disparity between them.

He threw away the severed hand and the Ocean Dollar, and attempted to flee.

The severed arm grew four limbs and a head, transforming into a foot-tall Li Banfeng, and gave Guan Huodong a fierce kick.

Bam!

Guan Huodong’s chest bones shattered, and he fell to the ground.

The foot-tall Banfeng, though small in size, wielded a powerful Trample Over Thousands of Rivers technique.

Guan Huodong glanced around; there were still many traps on this ship, including a Fire Cultivation trap beside the cabin.

Did he still have the strength to trigger this trap now?

Difficult!

Guan Huodong was gravely injured.

No matter how hard, he had to try once more; he couldn’t just wait to die here, and as long as he struck fast enough, there was still…

Whizz!

The Ocean Dollar sliced across Guan Huodong’s throat.

Logically, with Guan Huodong’s cultivation, the Ocean Dollar shouldn’t have been able to cut his neck.

But Guan Huodong was too severely injured, half his neck was cut through, leaving a few tendons holding his head, hanging down to his chest.

Li Banfeng went up to the deck, just helped Guan Huodong up when suddenly an old sailor shouted from below: “Sir, don’t walk onto this ship, it’s haunted, many have died here.”

“Thanks for the warning, my friend is drunk, wandering around aimlessly, I’ll take him down right now.” Li Banfeng supported Guan Huodong down from the ship, with the Clock Pendulum quickly absorbing the bloodstains from Guan Huodong, leaving no trace.

After chatting with the old sailor for a bit, Li Banfeng found a corner and put Guan Huodong into his Portable Residence.

Together with Guan Huodong, several Magical Treasures entered the Portable Residence, the Phonograph hurried to eat while the soul was still there, and the Projector kept adjusting the filming angle nearby.

The Phonograph was displeased: “I’m eating here, what are you filming? Is there no order in this house?”

The Projector explained: “Lady, I’m not filming you, I’m filming this person; the Seventh Guide said this person is still useful.”

The Phonograph didn’t consume the entire soul, leaving some for the Clock Pendulum: “Sister, come over and eat.”

This was a soul from Above the Clouds, an authentic good thing, completely different from the earlier Zhu Yugu.

The Clock Pendulum felt a bit ashamed, the Phonograph laughed: “Eat quickly, we’re family, sister truly has your best interest at heart.”

The Projector shot a few angles and then turned to the Fifth Room.

A wilderness appeared on the wall, and the Lady of the Fifth Room approached the Projector, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Beautiful lady, I need your assistance.” The Projector displayed an image on the opposite wall, showing the scene of Li Banfeng and Guan Huodong’s battle. Since both moved so fast, the Projector had to chase constantly, making the images shake somewhat.

The Lady of the Fifth Room took out a notebook, carefully recording Guan Huodong’s physical features. After watching the combat process, the Lady of the Fifth Room and the Projector kept reconstructing the details of Guan Huodong’s movements through the images.

After a dozen minutes, the Projector’s lens flickered, and under the dazzling light halo, the outlines of a man’s body were slowly sketched out.

First the contours, then the shadows, and finally the colors.

The Clock Pendulum stood at the doorway, curiously peeping inside: “Lady, why is he putting in so much effort to do this?”

In the Clock Pendulum’s impression, the Projector could effortlessly create an image of a person and finish it in a blink.

But now, it seemed as if he was painting an exquisite oil painting, each stroke drawn meticulously and cautiously.

The Clock Pendulum was proficient in Western Painting Technique, knowing this oil painting was highly challenging, and the Phonograph reminded: “Watch closely, this isn’t painting, this is real.”

“Real?” The Clock Pendulum was stunned for a moment, understanding the Phonograph’s meaning.

What the Projector “painted” was indeed not a flat image, he created a person, a very lifelike person, with blood and flesh.