Late at night, Lu Maoxian stumbled into the mansion, startling the butler so much he could hardly speak.
"Master, you..."
Lu Maoxian pointed to his own cheek, signaling that he couldn’t speak, and then pointed to his severed arm, gesturing for them to quickly stop the bleeding.
The butler hurriedly called for a Doctor to treat Lu Maoxian’s injuries.
「In the Yuezhou Sanatorium, inside a sickroom.」
Taking advantage of He Haisheng stepping out for a smoke, He Jiaqing pinched the button on his chest and inquired of Ling Miaoying about the situation.
Ling Miaoying tried to keep his tone steady as he responded, "Jia Qing, I’ve handled the matter with Lu Maoxian."
"You didn’t kill him, did you?"
"No, I chopped off one of his hands, stabbed two holes in his face, and also killed a few of his n." As he said this, Ling Miaoying’s cheeks twitched; he was clearly very displeased.
He Jiaqing praised, "Well done. Spread the news of Lu Maoxian’s severe injuries. Be extra careful these days and see if anyone cos looking for trouble. I will have soone protect you in secret."
"Alright."
He Jiaqing terminated the contact. Ling Miaoying turned back to look at the Shadow Play Building, feeling a wave of irritation.
He had put a lot of effort and money into this Shadow Play Building.
He Jiaqing had asked him to spare Lu Maoxian’s life, and although Ling Miaoying had verbally agreed, he didn’t intend to follow through.
In recent tis, whether openly or in secret, whether through the newspapers or the film industry, the Lu Family had caused him much trouble, and he had long wanted to settle accounts with them.
When the Lu Family’s main lineage was still influential, Ling Miaoying had been rather wary. But now that they were gone, eliminating Lu Maoxian would completely topple the Lu Family’s influence.
Then, the Lu Family would beco scattered, and Ling Miaoying could take over their businesses and, subsequently, their status.
At that ti, the Ling Family would truly undergo a complete transformation in Puluo State.
The plan was perfect, but sothing unexpected happened.
He had been confident he could kill Lu Maoxian, but at the critical mont, Lin Zhixiao burst out of the building.
In theory, Lin Zhixiao shouldn’t have been able to escape so quickly. The building was filled with countless people to kill and many traps waiting for him.
Sohow, soone had opened a secret passage in the building and let Lin Zhixiao out.
Who was secretly helping Lu Maoxian?
Several nas crossed Ling Miaoying’s mind, but he couldn’t be certain.
He had failed to kill Lu Maoxian this ti, and the secrets of the Shadow Play Building had been exposed, which deeply annoyed him.
The Shadow Play Building had to be moved imdiately, and it needed to be remodeled as well.
The only good news was that the outco matched He Jiaqing’s expectations, so Ling Miaoying didn’t have to make any further explanations.
Lin Zhixiao’s corpse still lay at his feet; Lu Maoxian’s n were quite loyal.
Tu Yinghong looked at the Shadow Play Building and said, "He ran out from the second floor. I reckon the other side might have left so clues."
Ling Miaoying shook his head and said, "Forget the clues for now. Let’s get the building moved first."
Tu Yinghong nodded, took out two Iron Rulers from her skirt, asured the distance, and then placed them on the ground.
The Iron Rulers seed to lt into liquid iron, penetrating the ground until they completely disappeared.
Clasping Ling Miaoying’s hand with a tender look, Tu Yinghong said, "I know you’re upset, but you promised that you’d spend tonight with ."
"Alright." Ling Miaoying, with a gentlemanly smile, took Tu Yinghong’s hand and entered the Shadow Play Building.
Before long, the Shadow Play Building slowly vanished into the night.
「Inside the Portable Residence, Li Banfeng was holding photographs taken at Black Stone Slope, scrutinizing them closely.」
A photo could trigger many thoughts, and the deeper the associations one made, the better the cultivation effects.
The Phonograph turned its horn and asked in a soft, delicate voice, "Husband, you’ve been staring at this photo for so long. What exactly are you planning to do?"
Li Banfeng said, "What if I said I’m cultivating? Would you believe ?"
PFFT.
"Which Taoist Sect are you cultivating? The Peach Blossom Path?"
Li Banfeng said with a serious expression, "I am cultivating Conscience."
"Yes, and it seems your ’Conscience’ isn’t small either, husband. Your Little Servant has a private matter to discuss with you. Please lean your ear closer."
Looking at the Phonograph’s fervent horn, Li Banfeng really didn’t feel like getting closer. "My lady, there’s no one else here. Just say it."
"Husband~" the Phonograph cooed. "You just applied oil to a mont ago. How can you be so distant with your Little Servant now?"
Li Banfeng, feeling helpless, put down the photograph and brought his ear close to the horn.
The Phonograph whispered, "Husband, lately I’ve noticed that your physique has improved considerably."
Li Banfeng’s heart tightened, and he turned to look at the Phonograph. "Is that so?"
She couldn’t have discovered about the Traveling Cultivator matters, could she?
The Phonograph cooed playfully, "Husband, co closer. You being so far makes your Little Servant’s heart grow cold."
Li Banfeng once again pressed his ear to the horn, and the Phonograph asked in a slow, deliberate tone, "You said you had fought with ng Qian before, but Little Servant didn’t inquire about the details. Could it be that you... had sothing with that vile woman?"
"No!" Li Banfeng imdiately clarified. "All I did was set her clothes on fire; I didn’t touch her at all."
"Oh my, husband, Little Servant is not the jealous type. Never mind if you didn’t; even if you had, Little Servant wouldn’t mind."
"Hohoha, my lady, you truly wouldn’t mind?"
"Heeheehee, husband, did you really?"
"If I say there’s nothing, there’s nothing! Why don’t you believe ?"
"Oh, husband, Little Servant naturally trusts you. No matter the reason, the improvent in your physique is ultimately a good thing. I intend to help you take another wife."
Li Banfeng sat up and gently caressed the turntable. "My wife is so thoughtful. When do you plan on this addition?"
This ’slot’ was very important.
After a trip to the Inner State, Li Banfeng’s Traveling Cultivator level had advanced to the Sixth Layer. He still had a considerable surplus from it, and his Traveling Cultivation had already surpassed his Ho Cultivation.
This was why Li Banfeng now dared not consu Elixirs. If his Traveling Cultivation continued to advance and exceeded his Ho Cultivation by two layers, Li Banfeng would once again face a cultivation backlash.
Since his wife took the initiative to propose advancent, Li Banfeng naturally wouldn’t refuse. He straightened his hair and was about to dive into the horn when he suddenly heard his wife say, "Husband, wait a mont. To advance to the Sixth Layer, we still need a dicinal Prir."
"What kind of dicinal Prir?"
"We need a fresh Soul."
"That’s easy to handle." There was no shortage of scum in Greenwater City. Snatching one was not a difficult task for Li Banfeng at all.
Just as Li Banfeng was about to leave, he heard his wife singing slowly, "Husband, this dicinal Prir can’t be just any random one. Since your Little Servant is taking you to the Sixth Layer, you need to bring back at least a Sixth Layer dicinal Prir."
Li Banfeng returned to his wife’s side and whispered into the horn, "Wife, what use is a Sixth Layer dicinal Prir?"
His wife replied in a low voice, "To resolve an urgent need."
Li Banfeng beca even more intrigued. "What urgent matter is there to deal with now?"
His wife’s answer was also very mysterious: "Your Little Servant is hungry."
If you’re hungry, just say you’re hungry. What’s this about a dicinal Prir?
They had bought less food recently, and Li Banfeng felt a bit guilty.
He pinched the small horns to his left and right. "My dear, if you’re hungry, that’s easily solved. I’ll just go buy so groceries. Why have you beco so picky now, insisting on sothing at the Sixth Layer or above?"
The Phonograph responded in a grieved tone, "This is a crucial mont! If the quality is poor, I’m afraid it won’t do!"
What exactly was this crucial mont?
Li Banfeng still didn’t understand the situation when suddenly Hong Ying burst out laughing, "It’s because this wicked woman’s cultivation level has recovered sowhat, and her appetite has changed. Ordinary living beings, even ten or eight of them, are barely enough to fill the gaps between her teeth. If you want her to have a full al, you’ll have to put so thought into it. If she isn’t satisfied, she won’t be able to take you to the Sixth Layer. Having married this spendthrift into your ho, I wonder how you’ll afford to keep her in the future!"
The Phonograph sobbed twice but didn’t know how to defend herself.
Hong Ying was speaking the truth; the Phonograph’s appetite had indeed grown. She did not dare to ntion this to Li Banfeng, resulting in her having to endure quite a bit of hunger recently.
Li Banfeng gently stroked the needle. "If you’re hungry, why endure it? If we can’t find good Sixth Layer ingredients, we can make do with ordinary ingredients."
The Phonograph sobbed once. "But that won’t allow to help my lord advance."
"Advancent can be discussed later."
The Phonograph exhaled a puff of Steam that wrapped around Li Banfeng. "It’s still you, my lord, who cares for ."
"My dear, don’t worry. Wait for to buy groceries."
Li Banfeng left the Portable Residence, intending to find so scum to ’negotiate the price of groceries’ with, when a newspaper seller appeared in front of him. Li Banfeng bought a copy of "Night-blooming Jasmine."
Unlike the situation at Black Stone Slope, Greenwater City’s "Night-blooming Jasmine" was relatively conservative, focusing mainly on legitimate news; only the four-page fiction section was slightly more sensational.
The journalists of Greenwater City were very well-inford. As soon as the Ling Family’s newspaper published the news, "Night-blooming Jasmine" followed closely behind. The headline reported Lu Maoxian being attacked.
Lu Maoxian is seriously injured, isn’t he? He should be a Seventh Layer Literature Cultivator, right? How great it would be if I ran into him! Such a valuable ’ingredient’... I can’t just wait for him to co to my door. Should I go to his house to place an ’order’ first? The key is that he must have tightened security by now. If I go just like that, I’m afraid the ’price’ won’t be easy to negotiate...
As Li Banfeng was talking to himself, a man ca up behind him, pressing a knife against Li Banfeng’s back. "Brother, lend so money."
In Puluo State, whenever one ventured into a more secluded place, such people were never in short supply.
Li Banfeng asked, "How much money do you want?"
The man countered, "How much do you have?"
Li Banfeng thought about his wallet. "Around two thousand."
"Hand it over."
Li Banfeng felt inside his suit pocket, but his wallet wasn’t there.
Strange.
Li Banfeng seldom forgot his wallet. It had been with him when he returned ho that morning, and he hadn’t changed his clothes today either...
As he pondered, the impatient man behind him poked Li Banfeng with the tip of his knife. "Where’s the money?"
"Co with to get it."
"Where do you think you’re going?" the man asked anxiously.
Suddenly, Li Banfeng circled to the man’s back, grabbing his neck with one hand. "Just follow . I never default on paynt for ’groceries’; I’ll give it to you in a mont."
After bringing the man into the Portable Residence, his ’wife’ gobbled up the man’s Soul in one bite.
The man had no cultivation, just as Hong Ying had said—he wasn’t even enough to fill a gap between her teeth.
The Phonograph didn’t complain. After all, it was her husband who had gone to the trouble of acquiring him. Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, pondering for a long ti before suddenly asking, "My dear, did you wash my clothes today?"
HUFF.
"Husband, are your clothes dirty? Your Little Servant will wash them right away."
"The clothes aren’t dirty, it’s just that sothing is missing," Li Banfeng paused for a mont before adding, "My dear, where are those Gloves?"
"Your Little Servant has been keeping them. You don’t need them right now, husband."
"Let have a look at them first."
The Phonograph opened the cabinet of odds and ends, lifting up a puff of Steam from inside.
The Steam swayed up and down as if the Phonograph were sensing its weight.
"Oh, husband, the weight isn’t right!" exclaid the Phonograph. Upon dispersing the Steam, she found the Gloves were gone.
Li Banfeng casually pulled out a feather duster and scanned the room. "We’ve got a thief in the house!"
PS: Why are there two Iron Rulers, why two of them?
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