Lord of Pro

With a roar, she blocked the train head-on; she was a Food Cultivator. An old man smoking a dry pipe exhaled a cloud of smoke, incinerating the beauty's cheongsam; he was a Smoke Cultivator. A young man pulling a rickshaw snatched the old man's pipe bowl and vanished without a trace; he was a Travel Cultivator. After running for an hour, the young man was still on the train. The train was the home of a Dwelling Cultivator; once you board, do not think of leaving. This is Pro Province. Of the hundred sects under heaven, who can compete? Among the ten thousand cultivators of Pro, who is the leader?