Chapter 177: Residential Cultivation Fourth Layer Technique

Tang Dao cut off the flower neck, and the flower bud fell to the ground.

The Dream Singer Flower was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of the technique.

Getting rid of the shackles of the dream cultivation technique, it was easy for Li Banfeng to wake up at this time.

The Wine Gourd sprayed a mouthful of wine on Li Banfeng's face. Under the stimulation of the hot and spicy wine, Li Banfeng regained consciousness.

"Master, you've finally woken up." Tang Dao was pleasantly surprised.

While Tang Dao looked at Li Banfeng, a flower stamen drilled out from the petals, wanting to drill into the ground.

Tang Dao suddenly leaped up and cut the stamen into two halves.

Thinking that Tang Dao would be distracted by talking to Li Banfeng?

Thought too much.

Even if Tang Dao were dueling with Li Banfeng, as long as the Dream Singer Flower dared to escape, Tang Dao could still chop her.

The lower half of the stamen wouldn't move anymore, but the upper half of the stamen was still struggling.

Li Banfeng wanted to pinch the Dream Singer Flower to death just like that, when he suddenly remembered one thing.

The folding fan had been refined by Red Lotus and was still lacking some spiritual essence.

Li Banfeng asked the Gourd: "Is the spiritual essence of this flower enough?"

The Gourd pondered for a moment and said: "The Dream Singer Flower is also considered a rare thing, so the spiritual essence is naturally enough, but it's best to let the eldest sister deal with this thing first."

She said eldest sister, referring to the phonograph.

The phonograph had slept for so many days and should be about to wake up. Why not try applying machine oil tonight?

Li Banfeng prepared to bring the flower stamen into the Leaving Suishenju, when he heard the stamen cry: "Grandfather, I only have this half a body. I won't live for half a day before I die.

You are a kind-hearted person. I beg you to show mercy and bring along the rest of my remains. In the future, I will serve you every day. Whatever you tell me to do, I will do!"

Li Banfeng was truly soft-hearted. Seeing those special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't throw them outside. What if this thing could refine elixir?

He collected the whole Dream Singer Flower into the Leaving Suishenju, and the Dream Singer Flower thanked him repeatedly.

The Pendulum secretly sneered: "This stupid woman, wouldn't it be better to die quickly? Waiting for the eldest mistress to wake up, you'll be too late even if you want to die."

Sure enough, the phonograph woke up.

Not woken up by sleep, but woken up by the Dream Singer Flower.

Just after entering the Leaving Suishenju, the Dream Singer Flower was still well-behaved, honestly staying in the vase, not daring to make a sound.

After Li Banfeng left, the group of magic treasures followed, and the Dream Singer Flower couldn't help but start singing.

This was her nature, and she couldn't restrain it herself.

When she was alive, she had to go on stage even if she had a serious illness.

She died on stage and wandered in the dance hall for seven days.

Seven days later, she didn't go to reincarnate, but ran to the New Land and turned into a Dream Singer Flower, continuing to sing.

Over these many years, the creatures she sang to death, including passing pedestrians, were countless.

These people listened to her songs, stayed in place without moving, listened for three days and three nights in a row, their bodies and bones rotted, and in the end, they would turn into a leaf on her body.

This Dream Singer Flower in an evening gown was piled up by these listeners.

But today she

But today, she had chosen the wrong audience.

Honglian found her noisy and had long wanted to finish her off, but since the Insect Chief was at a critical stage of refinement, Honglian hadn't made a move yet.

Besides, Honglian didn't eat raw things; even if she destroyed the form of the Dream-Lingering Flower, she couldn't extinguish its soul.

But if the record player were woken up, things would get serious.

"Damn bitch, singing so horribly, and still wailing on and on!" The three needles pierced the petals simultaneously, devouring the songstress's soul completely amidst her wails.

With the soul consumed, the Lady kept the spiritual essence.

The Dream-Lingering Flower, now left with only its spiritual essence, had lost most of its memories and remembered only a few lyrics; it stood by the bed and continued to sing.

The Lady spat out a puff of steam, plugging the songstress's mouth: "Hearing you hum a single note dirties my ears."

Honglian sneered: "Evil woman, where did you even get ears from?"

The record player barked: "Slut, hurry up and finish eating that bug's head; I'm still waiting for you to refine the magic treasure!"

That evening, Li Banfeng returned and discussed the matter of refining the treasure with the record player.

The Lady said: "Dream cultivation excels at sneak attacks, and virtue cultivation excels at maneuvering. Using the spiritual essence of a dream cultivator combined with the sinews and bones of a virtue cultivator can indeed refine a fine treasure capable of both offense and defense.

However, the quality of this treasure will depend on Sister Honglian's methods. Husband, you should think of a name for this treasure first."

"Dream cultivation plus virtue cultivation," Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it Mengde!"

The record player exclaimed in admiration: "Husband, that's a great name!"

Tang Dao snorted coldly: "So the master can also come up with nice-sounding names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Dao: "Is the name 'Erdao' not nice-sounding?"

While they were talking, the Dream-Lingering Flower standing by the bed began to sing again.

Li Banfeng asked in surprise: "Wasn't her soul eaten by the Lady? Why does she still love to sing so much?"

Clang-clang-clang~

"Oh, husband, the soul is gone, but the spiritual essence remains. This bitch loves to sing; it's truly a matter of nature."

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and said: "Then refining magic treasures and eating souls doesn't seem to have much to do with each other."

"Oh, husband, that's where you're wrong. If you don't eat this bitch's soul, she won't be able to forget her own identity, making the magic treasure extremely difficult to refine, and even if refined, it would be hard to control..."

The Lady provided an explanation.

To put it bluntly, eating the soul is done to eat the opponent's self-awareness.

Taking the Dream-Lingering Flower as an example, if she were allowed to retain her self-awareness, it would be impossible to redefine her.

She wouldn't become a loyal minister and good general like Tang Dao, nor would she become a confidante like the Gourd.

She would still be that songstress, the one who would rather die than leave the stage. In such a situation, even if a magic treasure were refined, it would present many thorny problems.

Retaining only the spiritual essence is the best way to preserve the treasure's combat power while ensuring execution. Of course, the spiritual essence also brings problems; as the Lady had said before, all magic treasures have a cost, a price that must be borne.

The Copper Lotus was still working on the Insect Chief's head and couldn't refine the treasure for the time being. The record player had no choice but to endure the Dream-Lingering Flower's singing.

"This bitch loves to sing too much; her mouth can't even be plugged. If you sang well, that would be one thing, but this noise is like tearing a foot-rag, and you have the nerve to show it off."

The Dream-Lingering Flower stopped singing, stared straight at the record player, and retorted: "Do you sing well? If you're so capable, you sing a verse!"

The Blood-Stained Pendulum raged: "How dare you!"

The record player wasn't annoyed; she spat out a cloud of steam, enveloped the Dream-Lingering Flower, and sang in a slow tempo: "Saying you can't sing, you still refuse to admit it. Today I shall teach you two lines; listen carefully:

Winter arrives with snow vast and white,

Cold clothes finished to send to my lover,

A beautiful lady hidden in the room,

Adding another room for my husband!"

"Wait a moment!" Li Banfeng stood up immediately, "Lady, hold on, I'm not ready yet, hold on, slower!"

"Four Seasons Song"!

"Four Seasons Song" cannot be sung casually.

This was a promotion.

Actually, Li Banfeng had a premonition; the Lady had eaten so many good things recently that her state seemed quite good, and bringing Li Banfeng to the fourth floor was a natural progression.

It was just that this process caught Li Banfeng off guard; a wave of steam swept over, sucking Li Banfeng directly into the mouth of the horn.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng struggled out of the horn, his hair, beard, and eyelashes all curled into big waves.

The record player looked at the Dream-Lingering Flower: "Did you learn it?"

The Dream-Lingering Flower didn't dare to make a sound.

She felt ashamed.

In front of the record player, her singing style truly couldn't be shown off.

Li Banfeng wiped the water from his face, sat beside the Lady, and asked: "Lady, never mind her for now, let's talk about this fourth-floor technique."

Clang-clang-clang~

"Oh, husband, the residential cultivation fourth-floor technique is called 'Golden House Hides a Beauty,' which is a technique possessed by all residential cultivators in the world.

This technique is difficult, surprisingly so; husband needs to spend some effort to study it slowly."

Golden House Hides a Beauty.

Li Banfeng laughed. He placed his hand under the needle bracket and scratched around: "Lady, 'Golden House Hides a Beauty,' isn't the beauty I'm hiding you?"

"Oh! Oh! Husband, don't tickle my armpit, the little slave is ticklish, the little slave can't take it,

No, I can't, I'm laughing until I'm out of breath, husband, spare the little slave."

"Laugh! I'll make you laugh! You promote when you want to promote without even saying hello. I'll apply machine oil later and see if you can still laugh!"

"I won't let you apply machine oil, and I won't let you tickle my armpit,

The little slave knows she's wrong, isn't it enough to know I'm wrong? Husband, don't mess around, the little slave really can't breathe..."

Huff, huff, the whole room was full of steam.

The Gourd was very envious, the other magic treasures didn't dare to make a sound, and Honglian offered two clear dewdrops to the pair.

The record player calmed down for a moment and said: "The little slave will first teach husband the principles of the technique. Can husband fetch some clay? If there's no clay, flour will do."

Flour would certainly be hard to find.

Li Banfeng remembered encountering some clay on the way.

He went out the door, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he returned with a bag of clay on his shoulder; the footsteps of a traveling cultivator are just that fast.

The Lady brought an iron basin, added water, and asked Li Banfeng to mix the clay.

"Oh, husband, use this clay to mold a beauty, the more beautiful the better."

A beauty?

What kind of beauty can be molded from clay?

One cannot just look at the shape; one must also look at the artistic conception.

Li Banfeng carefully conceived it, grabbed a lump of clay, and molded a large ball.

He grabbed another lump of clay and molded a small ball.

He grabbed another lump of clay and rolled four long strips.

The small ball served as the head.

The large ball served as the body.

The four strips served as the hands and feet.

The clay figure was molded.

The record player looked at it for a moment and asked Li Banfeng: "Husband, do you call this a beauty?"

Li Banfeng fetched some rouge and painted red lips on the clay figure.

"Lady, is it beautiful enough now?"

The Lady sighed softly: "Husband is truly not serious. The technique of 'Golden House Hides a Beauty' must emphasize beauty and glamour; the object made must be a stunning beauty. The more handsome the appearance, the stronger the combat power."

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figure in his hand and said: "This thing also has combat power?"

The record player nodded and said: "Once a residential cultivator goes out, they can't take advantage of other sects; they rely entirely on the fourth-floor technique to increase combat power.

Husband, concentrate your mind and give this clay figure a drop of blood."

Li Banfeng fetched an awl, pricked his fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood onto the clay figure.

"Husband, concentrate your mind and look at this clay figure!"

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figure for nearly ten minutes, and the clay figure slowly stood up.

Success! It can move!

Li Banfeng was very pleasantly surprised.

The record player exclaimed in admiration: "Husband has great natural talent; take this clay figure out and test its skills."

Li Banfeng walked out the door with the clay figure and saw a rabbit foraging in the wilderness.

Li Banfeng gave the clay figure an order: "Go and catch that rabbit for me."

When testing a technique for the first time, one shouldn't choose a target that is too difficult; the important thing is to build one's own confidence and establish a rapport with the clay figure.

The clay figure received the order, took a step forward, and began to chase the rabbit.

Its speed seemed a bit slow; catching the rabbit was impossible, but catching the earthworm in front of it was still hopeful.

Chasing an earthworm is fine too!

It encountered a rock on the road.

The clay figure tripped.

The clay figure's head fell off.

And then...

There was no then.

Half an hour passed, and the clay figure never moved again.

Li Banfeng picked up the clay figure and brought it back to the Leaving Suishenju: "Lady, this thing isn't very useful."

Choo-choo!

"Oh, husband, didn't the little slave say that you must make a beautiful lady? The more beautiful the lady, the stronger the combat power."

"This is clay sculpture, how would I know how to do this..." Li Banfeng scratched his scalp, feeling a bit troubled.

"Clay sculpture skills are indeed a bit difficult. Husband, how is your drawing skill?"

"Drawing skill? You mean drawing? I can still do that."

"Husband can also draw a picture of a beauty, but the combat power of the beauty in the painting will be discounted."

Even with a discount, it would still be much better than this useless clay figure.

Li Banfeng fetched paper and pen and seriously drew a beauty.

First, draw a small circle for the head.

Then draw a large circle for the body.

Then draw four sticks for the limbs.

After the Lady looked at it, she asked again: "Husband, do you call this a beauty? I can't even tell it's a woman."

Can't tell it's a woman?

That can't be, right?

Li Banfeng drew a few long hairs for the "beauty."

The Lady examined it for a moment, and all three horns started smoking: "Oh, madman, go find a three-year-old child; even they draw better than this!"

At dawn, the Centipede Girl's mother walked out of the plot, looking dejected.

She didn't look at the wild boar next to the plot and walked straight into the depths of the jungle.

The Centipede Girl was waiting halfway, looking fiercely at her mother.

The Centipede Mother lowered her head and said: "Daughter, listen to your mother, things aren't what you think, your mother isn't the kind of person you think, your mother was caught in his technique..."

"Shut up! Stop talking crap!" The Centipede Girl shouted angrily, "Think for yourself, how many tricks did you play with him? Look at this old face of yours, where will you put it in the future? Look at how we mother and daughter will live on this piece of land!"

"Let's move," the Centipede Mother sobbed, "we can't stay in this place anymore."

The Centipede mother and daughter left.

Ma Wu supported his body with difficulty, looked at the wild boar outside the plot, and shouted: "Are you coming or not?"

The wild boar's body trembled, and after a long silence, its eyes changed.

It turned its head and walked into the depths of the jungle.

It felt relieved.

The forest is good; there are deer to eat, sheep to eat, and after eating enough meat, you can eat some vegetables.

After eating your fill, you can take a nap, and after waking up, you can find a big tree to scratch your itch.

Isn't life like this good?

Cultivation matters can be taken slowly.

You shouldn't ruin yourself because of this little bit of cultivation.

The wild boar left.

Ma Wu let out a long sigh.

The talent Feng Daiku gave him only works on women.

This wild boar is male.

If it really rushed in, Ma Wu would only be able to join forces with Little Genzi and fight it to the death.

The story of the Centipede mother and daughter has already spread within a hundred miles.

No alien wants to come to this place.

The Land Deity hovered above the plot, looked down at Ma Wu, and gritted his teeth: "This one is even more shameless! Even more shameless than the previous one!"

A golden eagle flew to the Land Deity's side and whispered: "A wandering monster has come to the land."

The Land Deity frowned slightly: "What kind of monster?"

"It's a bagworm moth."

The Land Deity smiled: "Lure her over."

The wandering monster has come; she came on her own, so you can't blame me for making things difficult for you!

Young man, if you value your life, get out of here quickly!

PS: Madam Bagworm Moth is not a single individual, but a type of alien monster; this was mentioned earlier, and her origin and background will be introduced later.

For Ma Wu, the biggest test is coming.

(End of chapter)