The Overlord of Pulu

TheOverlordofPuluofollowsayoungmannamedLiBanfeng,whoseminddoesnotquiteworklikeeveryoneelse’s.TosavehisbestfriendHeJiaqing’slife,hesteppedontoPlatformNo.96andboardedthegreen-skinnedtrain1160.Uponarriving,hefindshimselfinastrangerealmthatresembles1900sChina,buteverythingrunsonsteam,andnothingisquiteasitseems.Furthermore,henowholdsanitemthatmanycovetandhemustescapetheclawsofthosehuntinghim.Inthislandofpeculiarities,therearecultivatorsofeverykind:WanderlustCultivator.HomeboundCultivator,AgrarianCultivator,HedonismCultivator,GourmandismCultivator,andsomanymore.Somepeoplecangrowtwoextraheadsorcantakeontheformsofothercreatures,whilecertaincultivatorsattachhookstotheirskullstouseastelephones.ThereareJianghurulesthateveryoneissaidtofollow,butcansomeonewhosemindworksdifferentlytrulyobeythem?AsLiBanfengventuresdeeperintothissteam-poweredworld,questionsbegintosurface.Howdidhetrulyarrivehere?WashisbestfriendreallytheonewhosummonedhimtoPuluo?Ifso,thenwholiescomatoseinthehospitalbedbackhome?Whoisthevoicewithinthegramophone?Whatotherpeculiaritiesawaithiminthisstrangeland?Andwhenhistwocultivationpathsfinallycollide,willherisetoachievelongevity,orlosehimselfcompletelytothemadnessofPuluo?Mostimportantly,isLiBanfeng…reallyasaneman?*OfficialSynopsis:LiBanfengisn’tcrazy.Atleast,that’swhatthedoctorsaid.The“feng”inhisnamemeans“mountainpeak,”not“madness.”Tosaveafriend’slife,hestepsontoPlatformNo.96andboardsthesteamtrain1160.ThistrainridetakeshimtoPuluoProvince,alandfrozeninthesteam-poweredera.Inthisstrangeworld,hemeetsasoulmatetrappedinanoldgramophone,apeerlessbeautyfromacalendarpost,acharmingsocialiteswayingwithinanoldtabletoppendulumclock,andanotherworldlymastertrappedinhisownwinegourd.Here,cultivationtakesmanystrangeforms.ThereareGourmandismCultivatorswhogrowfiercerthemoretheyeat,SmokingCultivatorswhobecomestrongerwitheverypuff,MartialCultivatorswhoturnmoreruthlesswitheverykill,andInebriateCultivatorswhogrowwilderthemoretheydrink.TherearealsoWanderlustCultivatorswhowishtogoeverywhere,andHomeboundCultivatorswhowishtogonowhereatall.Amongahundredsectsbeneaththesky,whodarestovieforglory?AmongtenthousandcultivatorsofPuluo,whoshallstandastheforemost?LiBanfengputsonhissuit,tipshisfedora,andliftshisfeatherduster.Withutmostseriousness,heasks,“Tellme.WhoistheOverlordofPuluo?”