Searching Ink Technique, automatic literary combat, uncontrolled. If this "one" goes vertically out, it just so happens to pierce the ground, achieving almost the same effect as a "十".
But if "one" goes out horizontally, it becomes a stick, the stick chases the worm, unable to kill even one after half a day, the lethality is far insufficient.
This literature cultivator had poor results with the technique, displaying a face full of frustration before retreating. The remaining two learned quickly, going up and each wrote "十", the barrier continued to shrink.
Searching Ink Technique consumes greatly, after an attack round, the three literature cultivators reached their limit, needing rest. The old literature cultivator had high skills, consumed relatively less, and used another round of Searching Ink Technique, Dumpling also used a round.
The other literature cultivators were very surprised. In their impression, aside from coming from a good background, Dumpling was otherwise incompetent. Unexpectedly, her technique foundation was so outstanding.
As the second round ended, even the old literature cultivator couldn’t hold out anymore, Dumpling employed the third round technique.
The old literature cultivator was stunned, for how many years could Dumpling have been cultivating? Could it be her technique training was more proficient than his?
After the third round, Dumpling’s body trembled, her legs shook, gritting her teeth, she employed the fourth round technique.
Li Qi was dumbfounded.
Not to mention Outside Provinces, even in Puluo State, literature cultivators below the Seventh Layer couldn’t possibly use Searching Ink Technique with such frequency.
Dumpling stood firm with difficulty, employing the fifth round technique.
After using it, Dumpling was completely exhausted, collapsing to the ground.
The red worms were surrounded by continuous texts, their activity limited to a row of machine tools beside the meatball.
Outside the textile factory, Big Head stood frozen, Light Bulb stood frozen, even Shen Jingye was dumbfounded.
Everyone was dumbstruck, except Chen Changrui who remained indifferent. He knew how much effort Dumpling put into technique training.
You can criticize her for incompetence, but you can’t say she’s not hardworking.
While everyone was stunned, three drones in the workshop were flipped over by the flying text.
Shen Jingye couldn’t see the battle inside the workshop, he was very anxious.
He wanted to lead people into the factory area, but Chen Changrui advised, "Best to wait for Director Li’s order."
Shen Jingye was not obstinate but puzzled why all three drones were hit inadvertently.
Actually, it wasn’t the text injuring the drones, it was Li Banfeng who shot them down. He moved too fast, nobody on site could witness, let alone Shen Jingye who was watching the image.
Li Banfeng held Dumpling, Dumpling struggled to say, "Director, how... am I doing?"
"Good job!" Li Banfeng praised, handing Dumpling over to the others, "Everyone retreat!"
Everyone retreated, Li Banfeng took out the teapot.
The red worm’s barrier had shrunk to a certain extent, now Li Banfeng had confidence to use a barrier to encircle them.
The old teapot sprinkled tea on the ground, creating a barrier, encircling the red worms, meatball, and already dead demolition team members together.
After encircling, boiling tea poured out from the ground, and the red worms struggling only briefly, all died.
Such fierce red worms, upon contact with skin, could burrow into flesh. Even Li Banfeng was cautious, yet once within the old teapot’s attack range, subduing them proved so easy.
The giant meatball changed from red to gray-white as it cooked, no new worms should emerge inside.
All worms inside the barrier were dead, were there any stragglers outside the barrier?
Yes!
Li Banfeng caught one under the lathe, then called to the outside security team member to come in for cleanup.
First, let the demolition team clear the explosives.
Then let the alcohol cultivators in, pouring wine everywhere.
After pouring wine, let the fire cultivators in to set fires.
The water cultivators controlled the flames nearby, ensuring an effective cleanup without causing a large-scale fire.
The cold cultivators were crucial, they needed to freeze the large meatball.
Though the meatball was cooked, Li Banfeng remained uncertain if it had the potential to resurrect.
Once the cold cultivators fully froze the meatball, turning it into an ice block, then use cold cultivation technique to shatter the ice block, the meatball explosively breaking into chunks.
The shattered meat chunks continued burning in the fire seed until turning to charcoal.
With cleanup done, Li Banfeng didn’t need to worry about the remaining finishing work.
He left the courtyard wall, found a corner, hid the key, returned to his portable residence, and handed the only remaining worm to his wife.
"Beloved wife, what kind of worm is this? Could it have been made by an insect cultivator?"
The beloved wife used the phonograph needle to pick up the worm, examined it for a moment, and said, "This isn’t an Insect Cultivator’s insect; it’s a Gu seed, something made by a Gu Cultivator."
"This is also made by a Gu Cultivator?" Li Banfeng showed the photo of the meatball to his beloved wife.
After looking at it, the wife said, "This is a worm pouch cultivated by a Gu Cultivator. Just looking at this photo, it’s hard to tell its size."
Li Banfeng said, "This worm pouch is over two heads taller than me."
"Husband, then the level of this Gu Cultivator must not be low, possibly no longer on the Earth Skin. How did you offend this person?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "It’s not really offending; just a coincidence, I encountered him."
"Husband must be very careful, dealing with Gu Cultivators Above the Clouds is not easy. Since you’ve met one, you have to prepare early."
Hong Ying was disdainful towards Gu Cultivators: "What’s the big deal about offending him? Our man is also Above the Clouds! Why fear this bug player?"
The phonograph sighed: "Husband was promoted too hastily, spent too little time Above the Clouds, his physique is not yet seasoned, and he hasn’t learned any techniques. If he really encounters a ruthless one Above the Clouds, he might suffer."
Hong Ying nodded and said, "Once promoted Above the Clouds, one should learn Above the Clouds techniques; this is the proper thing."
The phonograph was worried: "As I said, husband, your physique is not yet seasoned. You shouldn’t rush."
Hong Ying said, "I don’t think it’s rushing. Qi Lang, how is your body recovery?"
Upon hearing about learning techniques, Li Banfeng puffed out his chest and said, "Compared to when I was on Earth Skin, there’s a world of difference! I think I’m ready!"
Hong Ying said, "I also think husband can do it. Qi Lang, start with one technique, learn our Traveling Cultivator’s Cloud Technique. Once you learn it, you will surely distinguish the sects clearly!"
"What’s the name of the First Layer Technique?"
"Carefree Freedom!"
Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Once the sects are distinguished, can one be carefree and free?"
"Not only must the sects be distinguished, but other places should also be distinguished clearly." Hong Ying picked a slender board commonly used by the phonograph, handed it to Li Banfeng, and said, "Qi Lang, hit me."
Li Banfeng truly didn’t understand why Hong Ying loved his wife’s board so much.
"Ying Ying, let’s not play this now; let’s talk about the techniques first."
"It’s about the techniques," Hong Ying stood still and said to Li Banfeng, "I’m standing still, just hit me. It doesn’t matter where you hit. If you hit me once, Xiaowan will let you do whatever you want tonight!"
Slap! The phonograph hit Hong Ying with a board first: "Why should I be the one to be messed with?"
Hong Ying rubbed the Peach and said, "Come on, Qi Lang. Didn’t you say there’s a world of difference compared to Earth Skin? Show me some of your skills."
Li Banfeng swung the board, sweeping it towards Hong Ying’s waist.
The waist is a special area where it’s inconvenient to dodge.
Hong Ying stood still, but Li Banfeng missed with the board.
Li Banfeng recalled the trajectory of his move and asked, "Ying Ying, did you use Short Step just now?"
Hong Ying laughed and said, "If I used Short Step, then I’ve won unfairly, and Xiaowan can punish me as he pleases. Qi Lang, hit again, use all your strength!"
If one really stands still, there are some special areas that can’t be avoided.
Li Banfeng suddenly bent down, the board sweeping close to the ground.
He aimed to hit Hong Ying’s ankle.
When hitting the waist, Hong Ying could bend back to dodge; when hitting the ankle, as long as her foot didn’t move, she definitely couldn’t avoid it.
Hong Ying’s foot didn’t move, but Li Banfeng still missed.
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "This doesn’t make sense; you must have used Short Step."
Hong Ying laughed and said, "If I used Short Step, today Xiaowan will give me a hundred big swats, and Qi Lang can watch beside while I count each one myself!"
The phonograph snorted and said, "Hitting you is tiring, husband. With the usual method, you definitely won’t hit her."
Li Banfeng was puzzled: "Is it because I’m too slow?"
The phonograph said, "Not only because you’re slow, but also because you hit the wrong place."
Li Banfeng was stunned: "I was trying to hit her ankle, naturally aiming for the foot."
"Husband, her ankle just now might not have been on her foot."
"Her ankle not on her foot? Then where could it be?"
The phonograph said, "It could be on the shoulder, or on the back, or maybe even in The Unnamable place."