Chapter 67: Bedding the Wife

"Take a deep breath, hold on! You’re going to be alright!"

Geng Zhiwei had suffered a fatal wound, fresh blood gushing down his neck.

"Hold on! You can do it!" Li Banfeng jammed the Blood-Soaked Pendulum into Geng Zhiwei’s neck, staunching the flow.

Geng Zhiwei gasped for air, unwilling to die. Though his body was riddled with wounds and he had endured immense suffering, he truly didn’t want to die.

Seeing Geng Zhiwei’s condition worsen, beads of sweat formed on Li Banfeng’s brow. "Keep breathing, you have to hold on!

Think of your vast family fortune, you don’t want to just give it away, do you?

Think of all your assets, you don’t want others to divide them up, do you?

Think of all your concubines, you don’t want them going to someone else’s bed, do you?

Take a deep breath, hold on! You can’t die yet!"

Hearing Li Banfeng’s encouragement, Geng Zhiwei’s breathing instantly became rapid and forceful.

He was unwilling to give up everything he possessed.

Driven by anger and unwillingness, his desire to survive increased significantly.

Li Banfeng glanced at the phonograph.

The first Martial Cultivator’s dead soul was completely consumed.

The second Martial Cultivator’s dead soul was more than halfway gone.

A dozen minutes later, the second dead soul was also devoured.

Li Banfeng wiped the sweat from Geng Zhiwei’s brow. "You’ve suffered, Zhiwei, you’ve suffered. It’s alright, now it’s your turn, you’ll be liberated soon."

Li Banfeng had made Geng Zhiwei hold on until now because his wife desired a taste of a fresh soul.

It was like eating hotpot; the taste of frozen meat was completely different from freshly slaughtered and cooked meat.

Geng Zhiwei felt a thin slice being torn from his left hand.

In reality, his left hand wasn’t injured; it was his soul that was being torn apart.

The damage to his soul added hail to the snow for the already weakened Geng Zhiwei.

However, the severe pain kept him awake.

Droplets clung to the horn of the phonograph, whether sweat or saliva, it was hard to say.

Li Banfeng asked, "Wife, how is the taste?"

"Fresh! It’s so incredibly fresh! How can these ingredients compare to those old souls? My husband truly cherishes me!"

The so-called "old souls" referred to the wronged souls they had consumed at the Old Lady’s house.

Those wronged souls had been dead for who knows how many years; their taste couldn’t possibly compare to this freshly killed and eaten fresh soul.

Slurp!

The phonograph slurped again.

Li Banfeng, with his Yin-Yang Eyes, could now clearly see Geng Zhiwei’s soul thinning, unlike when Rong Jin’an died. A strand of it, like a rice noodle, flew into the horn of the phonograph.

Geng Zhiwei’s expression was ferocious.

His eyes turned towards Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng felt his heart beat faster.

Contrary to rumors, Geng Zhiwei wasn’t a White Lamb; he had cultivation, a First Level Happy Cultivator.

How could a First Level Happy Cultivator, along with two First Level Martial Cultivator guards, have died at Li Banfeng’s hands?

Because they had entered Li Banfeng’s house.

Within the house, Li Banfeng was astonished by the power of a Home Cultivator.

The two Martial Cultivators, skilled in close combat, were no match for Li Banfeng in speed or strength.

Geng Zhiwei’s Happy Cultivation had a certain interference effect on Li Banfeng, but suppressed by the Home Spirit, it only caused Li Banfeng’s heartbeat to accelerate slightly.

They had only one chance to counterattack. Geng Zhiwei had induced a hallucination in Li Banfeng, making him see Teacher Song wearing a skirt suit and glasses.

Taking advantage of Li Banfeng’s momentary hesitation, the two Martial Cultivators prepared to jointly kill Li Banfeng.

However, Li Banfeng dodged into another room, exploiting the enemies’ unfamiliarity with the terrain and successfully resolved the crisis.

The phonograph, on the other hand, ended the battle directly with a burst of ferocious steam.

It was a purely one-sided game. If it weren’t for the fear of harming Li Banfeng, the phonograph could have ended the battle even faster.

Geng Zhiwei’s soul was nearly half-consumed, yet he hadn’t died. He was still using the techniques of Happy Cultivation to disturb Li Banfeng’s mind.

Li Banfeng found himself struggling to resist, his right hand ceaselessly exploring the phonograph.

"Weiyaya~ Official, what are you touching?"

"Wife, we are already husband and wife in truth. Why not consummate the marriage tonight?"

Pfft!

Cough cough cough cough!

The phonograph, focused on devouring the soul, choked, spitting out several streams of water vapor and coughing repeatedly.

The bronze horn turned red in an instant.

"Th-this, husband, it’s not that I’m being unreasonable, nor that I’m unwilling to serve you wholeheartedly.

It’s just that my body is not very useful, I fear I would spoil your enjoyment.

Husband, please wait a few days while I recuperate and find a better body.

I will certainly do my utmost, ensuring that you are satisfied, weiyaya!"

Seeing the phonograph’s embarrassed appearance, Li Banfeng was stunned and retracted his hand.

What was happening to him?

How could he think of laying hands on a phonograph?

Were the methods of Happy Cultivation that powerful?

Li Banfeng looked at the pendulum. It contained Geng Zhiwei’s blood, but the pendulum was now full. Where could he store more blood?

Were there methods to preserve blood?

Seeing Li Banfeng’s silence, the phonograph quickly explained, "Husband, you have been affected by the Love Charm Burning Heart Technique of the treacherous villain. The techniques of Happy Cultivation are so despicable.

Husband, don’t worry, this humble one will help you vent your anger. Don’t move that treacherous Happy Cultivator. Watch me eat you bit by bit!"

Watching the phonograph devour the soul, Li Banfeng couldn’t help but explore the phonograph again, scaring it into another coughing fit.

"Cough cough, husband, perhaps you should go to the Outer Room to avoid this."

Li Banfeng was just about to go to the Outer Room to hide when he suddenly felt that something was missing from the main room.

What was missing?

After thinking for a moment, Li Banfeng remembered. "Where did I put the medicinal materials and elixir I brought back?"

The phonograph sang as it slurped the soul, "Husband, this humble one thought those bottles and jars were an eyesore, so I sent them all to the Outer Room."

Li Banfeng quickly went to the Outer Room.

He hadn’t paid attention when he was hiding from the attacks earlier, but now, lighting a candle and taking a closer look, bottles and jars were scattered everywhere, and even the wooden boxes containing the elixir were smashed.

Wife, you’re too violent!

Li Banfeng wanted to check if the medicinal materials had been damaged, but when he picked up a few jars, they were empty.

What was going on?

The medicinal materials were gone?

He flipped over the wooden box on the ground and saw that the elixir was also missing!

Where had all these good things gone?

Li Banfeng looked at the bronze lotus and saw that its petals were tightly closed, radiating a halo. It was refining elixir.

It had swallowed all the elixir and medicinal materials, and then refined elixir!

Li Banfeng was very annoyed. He left the Outer Room, returned to the main room, and began exploring the phonograph.

The phonograph was startled and sang, "Husband~~ Has your mind not settled down yet?"

"Wife~" Li Banfeng also sang a line, "Where are the peaches beneath your waist?"

The phonograph was taken aback and sang hesitantly, "This humble one doesn’t have peaches yet."

"When you grow peaches, immediately bend over and let me beat you soundly!"

The phonograph stammered, "Th-that, why does husband want to beat this humble one?"

"You wasted all the elixir and medicinal materials that I worked so hard to earn, shouldn’t I beat you?"

The phonograph’s voice was somewhat dazed, "This humble one sent those things to the Outer Room, I didn’t waste them."

"You sent them to the Outer Room, but they were all eaten by the bronze lotus, and now nothing is left!"

"Th-this, this, this…" The phonograph stammered for a long time, and then sang again, "If there is blame, you should blame that slut Red Lotus~~ That slut is gluttonous, and angered husband. Husband, don’t be angry, husband, don’t…"

"Alright, stop singing!" Li Banfeng looked at Geng Zhiwei’s corpse. "Is this soul all eaten?"

The phonograph quickly responded, "All eaten, thank you, husband, for your care."

"Clean it up yourself after eating it all. Send the corpse to the Outer Room, and give it to the lotus."

Hiss hiss!

The phonograph hummed twice, complaining, "Why does husband cherish that slut Red Lotus so much?"

Li Banfeng smiled coldly and sang, "Because the lotus seed has seven holes."

After singing, Li Banfeng left.

The phonograph spat out a puff of steam and said to itself, "What’s so good about seven holes? Aren’t three horns enough?

Forget it, this madman has gone mad again!"

Li Banfeng left the Mobile Home and picked up the key near the Geng Family Pharmacy.

The fire at the Geng Family Pharmacy hadn’t been extinguished. The Geng family members were busy firefighting, and all the surrounding neighbors had also run out to avoid disaster.

In fact, all this was superfluous.

Yao Laoxian had said that his medicinal wine could only be drunk in the courtyard and was not allowed to be taken out.

This fire would not harm others.

And the Geng family would definitely be burned to ashes, firefighting was useless.

Li Banfeng quietly left the Geng Family Pharmacy and hurried down the street.

Not only to avoid the Geng family’s people, but also because he had important matters to attend to.

He had been staying at home all day today. He had enough Home Cultivation, but his Travel Cultivation was far behind.

Opening the address left by Yu Nan, Li Banfeng went to find the new land of Yaowang Gulch.

Li Banfeng really wanted to see what that new land looked like.

End of Chapter