Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'

Chapter 530 - 371

Li Banfeng brought He Yuxiu to an inn to settle down.

He gave an extra banknote to the servant to prepare a large basin of clean water.

The Wine Gourd said to He Yuxiu, "Girl, take off your clothing and soak in the water for a while; I’ll help you neutralize the poison and then treat your wounds."

He Yuxiu’s gaze was dull as she sat in the room.

Li Banfeng had the Technique of Insightful Spirit Sound, which allowed him to communicate directly with Magical Treasures.

Could other Cultivators communicate with Magical Treasures? Yes, but it depended on their Taoist Sect and cultivation level. The stronger the Perception of a Taoist Sect and the higher the cultivation level of a Cultivator, the more they could communicate with Magical Treasures.

Martial Cultivators didn’t have particularly strong Perception. However, He Yuxiu possessed Eighth Layer Cultivation. Below this level, even if one couldn’t speak with Magical Treasures, they could at least sense some of their thoughts.

But He Yuxiu couldn’t sense anything; this wasn’t her area of expertise.

She had tried hard to communicate before but, in extreme anger, had smashed several Magical Treasures without ever succeeding in making contact.

Now, she couldn’t hear a single word from the Wine Gourd. Li Banfeng translated from her side, "Soak in the water, and this elder sister will help you heal."

After speaking, Li Banfeng lowered the brim of his hat and left He Yuxiu’s room.

"Elder sister?"

He Yuxiu looked at the Wine Gourd. He’s calling this gourd ’elder sister’? The Wine Gourd lifted its lapel, indicating that she should take off her clothes.

Blood had caked onto her clothes. He Yuxiu forcefully tore them off. The tearing itself caused fresh blood to stream from her wounds, and she immersed herself in the basin.

The Wine Gourd slowly poured wine into the basin. It hurt a lot, but He Yuxiu was tough and didn’t make a sound.

Soon, the wounds were cleaned, and the Wine Gourd fed He Yuxiu two mouthfuls of wine.

This wine was different from before. After drinking it, He Yuxiu felt her stomach churn as if it were turning upside down, and she felt the urge to vomit.

Vomiting into the basin was out of the question. He Yuxiu tried to stand up from the basin, but her legs were weak, and she couldn’t get up for quite a while.

The Wine Gourd tilted towards the door, as if asking whether to call Li Banfeng in.

After hesitating for a moment and feeling too embarrassed, He Yuxiu struggled out of the wooden basin and found a bucket to vomit into.

How odd, why did she suddenly become shy today? This was something He Yuxiu herself couldn’t understand.

After vomiting until she was empty, He Yuxiu soaked in the basin again for a while. The originally pale-red water gradually turned dark green.

The poison was being drawn out.

After more than an hour of soaking, seven to eight-tenths of the poison in He Yuxiu’s body was removed. The Wine Gourd fed her another mouthful of wine, and she lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The Wine Gourd went to the room next door to inform Li Banfeng but found that he wasn’t there at all.

He had returned to the Portable Residence with the Gloves to divide the spoils.

The Hall Entrance at the Soda Kiln held many valuable items. The two crouched in the Third Room, checking them one by one. They both knew this room was special and held things the train liked, so they sent them straight to the Portable Residence.

First, the Gloves spat out two boxes of banknotes. Li Banfeng roughly counted them; it was over seven hundred thousand.

The Gloves then spat out a box of Ocean Dollars. Li Banfeng was too lazy to count them. "All the money is yours," he said.

"Thanks, Boss!" The Gloves were overjoyed and then spat out a chain.

This was the chain that had bound He Yuxiu in the Dungeon, capable of restraining an Eighth Layer Martial Cultivator; indeed, a great item.

Just as Li Banfeng was about to study it, the Portable Residence directly absorbed it.

"The quality isn’t great, but it’ll do," the Portable Residence said.

Li Banfeng didn’t understand the principles behind trains very well. Did iron chains have any use for a steam train?

The Gloves reassured him, "Boss, since the Residence took it, we haven’t lost out. I’ve got other treasures."

Next, it spat out a hammer. This hammer possessed a Spirit Attribute and could move by itself. Li Banfeng had expected the Portable Residence to take it, but the Residence seemed to disdain it.

"The Craftsmanship Method is too poor; leave it for that girl," it said.

Which girl?

Li Banfeng handed the hammer to the Phonograph.

CHUFF. The Phonograph exhaled a puff of Steam and sang slowly, "Oh, my dear husband, I also know a thing or two about such strenuous work."

Using her stylus, she took a wooden beam from the Windmill Phonograph, attached it to the hammer, and placed the assembly into her front box.

Seeing the Lady liked them, the Gloves spat out pliers, a screwdriver, saws, chisels, and adzes, all of which the Phonograph collected.

A heap of Glass Beads remained. The Gloves spat them out too. "Boss," it said, "these are good concealed weapons, specially designed for tripping people up."

Li Banfeng had also noticed that these Glass Beads were indeed different. Just as he was about to pick one up, all the Glass Beads went CLATTERING into the Third Room.

By the time Li Banfeng chased them into the Third Room, the Portable Residence had already collected them.

"You old man, what do you want with these things?" Li Banfeng asked.

"For amusement," replied the Portable Residence, taking Li Banfeng by surprise.

With everything taken care of, Li Banfeng left the Portable Residence, retrieved the Wine Gourd, and slept through the night.

The Jiang Xiang Gang’s Hall Entrance at the Soda Kiln was wiped out. The Border Defense Envoy would probably take action soon.

Li Banfeng was not particularly worried about this; he was confident in his ability to escape, as the Border Line could no longer stop him.

As for He Yuxiu, there was even less cause for concern; she surely had her own methods.

To capsize so unexpectedly was a low-probability event. After all, He Yuxiu was the Family Head of the He Family. Only the reason for this mishap needed to be clearly understood.

The next evening, He Yuxiu awoke. Most of her external injuries had healed, and although some residual poison remained, it didn’t affect her too much.

She found Li Banfeng and brazenly made a request, "All my money was stolen. Could you buy me a set of clothes?"

Her clothes were torn and covered with bloodstains; it indeed wasn’t proper for her to go out like that.

But this matter was not easy to handle. Money was not the problem. The main issue was He Yuxiu’s tall figure and the fact she was a generously endowed woman—her ’conscience,’ as it were—which an ordinary outfit could not accommodate.