The Overlord of Puluo follows a young man named Li Banfeng, whose mind does not quite work like everyone else’s.
To save his best friend He Jiaqing’s life, he stepped onto Platform No. 96 and boarded the green-skinned train 1160.
Upon arriving, he finds himself in a strange realm that resembles 1900s China, but everything runs on steam, and nothing is quite as it seems.
Furthermore, he now holds an item that many covet and he must escape the claws of those hunting him.
In this land of peculiarities, there are cultivators of every kind: Wanderlust Cultivator. Homebound Cultivator, Agrarian Cultivator, Hedonism Cultivator, Gourmandism Cultivator, and so many more.
Some people can grow two extra heads or can take on the forms of other creatures, while certain cultivators attach hooks to their skulls to use as telephones.
There are Jianghu rules that everyone is said to follow, but can someone whose mind works differently truly obey them?
As Li Banfeng ventures deeper into this steam-powered world, questions begin to surface.
How did he truly arrive here? Was his best friend really the one who summoned him to Puluo?
If so, then who lies comatose in the hospital bed back home? Who is the voice within the gramophone?
What other peculiarities await him in this strange land?
And when his two cultivation paths finally collide, will he rise to achieve longevity, or lose himself completely to the madness of Puluo?
Most importantly, is Li Banfeng… really a sane man?
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Official Synopsis:
Li Banfeng isn’t crazy. At least, that’s what the doctor said. The “feng” in his name means “mountain peak,” not “madness.”
To save a friend’s life, he steps onto Platform No. 96 and boards the steam train 1160. This train ride takes him to Puluo Province, a land frozen in the steam-powered era.
In this strange world, he meets a soulmate trapped in an old gramophone, a peerless beauty from a calendar post, a charming socialite swaying within an old tabletop pendulum clock, and an otherworldly master trapped in his own wine gourd.
Here, cultivation takes many strange forms. There are Gourmandism Cultivators who grow fiercer the more they eat, Smoking Cultivators who become stronger with every puff, Martial Cultivators who turn more ruthless with every kill, and Inebriate Cultivators who grow wilder the more they drink. There are also Wanderlust Cultivators who wish to go everywhere, and Homebound Cultivators who wish to go nowhere at all.
Among a hundred sects beneath the sky, who dares to vie for glory?
Among ten thousand cultivators of Puluo, who shall stand as the foremost?
Li Banfeng puts on his suit, tips his fedora, and lifts his feather duster.
With utmost seriousness, he asks, “Tell me. Who is the Overlord of Puluo?”
