Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The banging on the door from outside was ceaseless. Ma Wu was trying to figure out a way to respond.

Those paper figures are probably manipulated by Liu Liangyi's Ghost Servant.

A Ghost Servant is a Lost Soul. High-level techniques of Lust Cultivation could restrain Lost Souls. But Ma Wu's cultivation level was not high enough. Unless he had a Magical Treasure or Spiritual Objects, he couldn't touch a Lost Soul at all. This was the most troublesome aspect of being a Nightmare Cultivator.

If only I had that leather coat.

When Ma Wu was exiled from his family, the coat was taken back. If he still had that coat, he wouldn't have had to pick through trash for food. He could also have made a good sum of money by dispelling ghosts.

Right now, without a Magical Treasure in hand, what else can I use against a Ghost Servant?

Filth!

Ma Wu remembered it was written in the books that Lost Souls loathed filth, which could temporarily hold them off.

"Spit! Spit at the door!"

Over a dozen staff members, along with more than twenty dancing girls, all spat toward the door. Gradually, the banging outside subsided.

It seems effective!

Ma Wu was overjoyed. He instructed everyone, "Smear the spit on your faces—the more, the better! Whoever has thick phlegm, share some with the others! In a moment, on my command, we'll rush out!"

Everyone began to spit into their hands and then smear it on their faces. Even the dancing girls couldn't bother with modesty. One pretty young girl blew her nose hard, covering her face in mucus.

Just as Ma Wu was preparing to open the door, he heard two crisp sounds!

The window glass shattered!

The paper figures outside hadn't been repelled by the spit. Under Liu Liangyi's control, they had changed their course of attack.

Dozens of paper figures climbed in through the window.

"AH!" one staff member cried out tragically as a paper figure slashed his back.

"MOMMY!" a dancing girl shrieked as a paper figure grabbed her, ripping out a large clump of her hair.

The room was pitch black, and cries of agony echoed ceaselessly. Ma Wu couldn't even distinguish the paper figures from his own people.

"Spit!" In his panic, that was the only thing Ma Wu could think of.

Will it work?

With just a bit of filth, its effectiveness was indeed limited.

These were the Ghost Servants of a Fourth Layer Nightmare Cultivator. A mouthful of spit on a paper figure's face would only cause it to pause slightly before it continued swinging its sword to slash at people.

Ma Wu swung his sword and shattered a paper figure. The Ghost Servant inside drilled out, possessed another paper figure, and, completely unharmed, continued the brawl.

Liu Liangyi, hiding at the village entrance, was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He hadn't expected Ma Wu to be of such low caliber. He had thought that if Ma Wu could kill Song Jiason, his cultivation level must have reached the Third Layer, and he should have at least several Magical Treasures. If he had known Ma Wu possessed only this little ability, he wouldn't have bothered with the paper figures. He could have just sent a dozen Ghost Servants to finish them all off.

Driven to desperation, Ma Wu yelled to everyone, "Urine! Pee on them! Squirt it on them!"

In this critical moment, regardless of gender and without regard for shame, they fumbled for their 'weapons,' took aim, and prepared to fire.

But the paper figures gave them no chance to fire, swinging their swords to slash!

Just as everyone was being cornered, about to be chopped into mincemeat, a large, dark figure suddenly burst out from the latrine, shouting, "Young Master, don't panic! Follow me!"

The large figure carried a two-foot-tall iron bucket on his back and held a one-and-a-half-meter-long ladle. He flung a paste-like substance at the paper figures. A group of them froze rigidly in place, while the remaining ones scrambled to hide against the walls.

Xiao Genzi had arrived!

He brought the bucket!

This is genuine filth!

Manure slurry is the king of all filth, and manure slurry refined by Gold Cultivation is the absolute best among them!

It hadn't been easy for Xiao Genzi. To save Ma Wu, he had fought his way in and out seven times outside the dance hall before managing to jump in through the latrine window.

After replenishing his 'ammunition' in the latrine, Xiao Genzi charged back into the center of the dance floor.

After a fierce fight, Xiao Genzi stood by the window and took the manure bucket off his back.

Lifting the bucket, he intimidated a group of paper figures.

With a swing of the long ladle, he accidentally flung some onto Ma Wu's face.

"Young Master, this way!"

Ma Wu wiped his face, then, leading the others, rushed with Xiao Genzi toward the window.

Gold Cultivation restrained Nightmare Cultivation. If this had been Jiang Xiang Gang's Second Layer Nightmare Cultivator, Du Hongxi, even if Xiao Genzi couldn't win, he could still have fought a path to safety.

Unfortunately, these were the Ghost Servants of a Fourth Layer Nightmare Cultivator.

Liu Liangyi scoffed. "I thought Gold Cultivation was extinct. I didn't expect there were still such Cultivators in the world. Fine. I'll send you on your way; save you the trouble of stinking up the world."

He put down the incense in his hand and lit a candle. Transmitting his thoughts through the candlelight, he commanded the Ghost Servant to strike with full force.

Xiao Genzi hadn't reached a high cultivation layer yet. The amount of filth in his bucket wasn't sufficient, and neither was its potency. If the Ghost Servant were to charge head-on, it could easily break through his barrier of filth.

Liu Liangyi's combat techniques were just that cautious. An ambush incurred the smallest cost for the greatest reward. He would never show himself in person; Ma Wu wouldn't see his face until the moment before death.

The candlelight flickered; his telepathic command was about to be unleashed.

DINGLING!

What was that sound?

PUFF!

Li Banfeng stabbed Liu Liangyi in the back of the head and then blew out the candle.

The Third Layer Home Cultivator, overlooked by Liu Liangyi, had also been disregarded by his Ghost Servants.

Ambushes are indeed the most advantageous tactic. Li Banfeng wholeheartedly agreed.