Chapter 222: The Fort Master's Name is Fort Master

Li Banfeng walked out of the Personal Residence and arrived in front of the residence gate.

A group of Residential Cultivators stood neatly in front of the gate, waiting for Li Banfeng's orders.

"What are you all doing here? Have the things I ordered been done?"

Wu Yongchao stood out: "Everything has been done. Zhou Anju and Ma Dingfu's subordinates have all been cleaned up, and people have been sent to the cliff."

"How many people were sent?"

"One."

Li Banfeng frowned: "I told you to send people, and you only sent one? Add two more!

Three people in a shift, change shifts every three hours; one person on watch, one person to report, one person to respond!"

Wu Yongchao nodded: "I'll go do it right away."

"How many people are in the boiler room?"

"Five, all people from the fort, taking turns to burn the boiler."

"Add two on watch at the gate, remind them to be sharp, close the gate immediately if there's movement, everyone else go back to their rooms, be careful and alert,

The Fort Master's residence is now a restricted area; no one is allowed within one hundred meters of the courtyard."

Wu Yongchao agreed, called two other people, measured the distance of one hundred meters with a soft ruler, drew a boundary line, and everyone retreated outside the boundary line.

Must use a ruler to measure, and must draw a line.

Actually, this is also fine. Although a bit rigid, this group of Residential Cultivators is obedient enough.

Li Banfeng entered the residence alone and pushed the wind-up phonograph out of the Personal Residence.

A record newly engraved by the wife was placed on the phonograph. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, the windmill turned slowly, the spring kept accumulating power, and played a piece of music:

"I raise a cup of bitter wine high,

You know in your heart I'm not drunk,

Just for you, lover,

I toast, I toast..."

This song is called "A Man's Tears."

This House Spirit just killed a Residential Cultivator; she should have some feelings about this song.

An ownerless House Spirit can turn into an evil spirit at any time. Although the wife's plan is very comprehensive, Li Banfeng is very nervous right now.

The music played for half an hour, but there was no movement in the side building.

Li Banfeng returned to the Personal Residence and said to the phonograph: "Wife, this record of yours doesn't work; she won't come out."

"That shouldn't be!" The wife was a bit surprised. "I put my heart into singing that song. Any soul should be moved. Even if that House Spirit can't leave the house, she should have some reaction.

Husband, get closer to that house."

"Closer? If she can really come out, I'm afraid my life will be gone! Do you want to be a widow?"

The phonograph was very confident: "Husband, don't worry. When we reach the door of the side building, open the door immediately and let little slave probe."

Li Banfeng waited cautiously at the door, and a cold, eerie air rushed toward his face.

He immediately opened the door, and the wife's singing voice reached the door.

This wasn't played by the wind-up phonograph; this was sung by the wife herself.

In the past, whenever dealing with wandering souls, the wife's singing voice never missed.

But there was still no movement in the side building; the other party seemed to really not hear the wife's singing voice.

Li Banfeng waited for a moment at the door of the side building with the Personal Residence door open.

The singing stopped abruptly. The wife felt a strong shock and shouted in the Personal Residence: "Husband,

What do you mean deaf and blind……

A cold wind blew again, and a woman's voice came from the annex building: "Wicked woman, is that you? I can smell that cheap rouge of yours. The cheapest rouge from the street, two wen for a big box—it suits you perfectly!

How many years have I been waiting for you? Come in, hurry up! Let's settle this!"

"Husband, let's go!"

Li Banfeng took back the key, left the residence, and returned to the Portable Dwelling.

"Wife, do you recognize this House Spirit?"

"I recognize her, that damned slut!" The Wife was filled with killing intent, and the gongs and drums played intensely.

"Wife, what is the grudge between you two?"

"A massive grudge. I blinded her eyes."

So that was how she became blind.

"Then how did she become deaf?"

"She made herself deaf to avoid my singing."

This woman was quite pathetic.

"It seems you won a total victory in that battle, Wife."

"I didn't win," the Wife answered calmly. "I was careless for a moment and died at her hands!"

So she had died at her hands……

Died at her hands!

Li Banfeng was startled; this was a life-and-death enemy.

To think the Wife could be so calm when mentioning this!

If the Wife had died at her hands back then, just how high must this House Spirit's level be?

Li Banfeng asked: "Does Wife want to take revenge on her?"

"Revenge must be taken, but now is not the time. Unless I lure her into this residence, I have no chance of winning. If I enter her residence, I am no match for her right now."

Even in her own residence, the Wife couldn't beat her?

There was such a monster in Tiemenbao?

"It seems this place, Tiemenbao, cannot be kept."

"Husband, don't worry. This slut's residential cultivator is dead, and she is deaf and blind and doesn't know the way. Even if the residence left an opening for her, she couldn't get out.

Tell the residential cultivators of Tiemenbao to stay as far away from this place as possible. If they must enter this courtyard, they must never enter this annex building.

A contract can be set between a residential cultivator and a House Spirit. If some cultivator accidentally calls out the House Spirit's name, it would be equivalent to changing the cultivator for this slut, and things would become difficult."

Hiss~ Hiss~

Did Honglian made a sound.

She seemed to recognize this House Spirit too.

The phonograph turned its horn toward Did Honglian and asked: "Little Sister Did Honglian, are you saying you have a way to take in this slut?"

Hiss~

Did Honglian signaled in the affirmative.

Inside the Portable Dwelling, a long silence fell.

Li Banfeng spoke first: "Wife doesn't eat dead things."

The phonograph continued: "Did Honglian doesn't eat raw things."

A House Spirit counts as a living being.

Li Banfeng and the Wife laughed together, a very eerie laugh.

Hiss~

Did Honglian spoke again.

The Wife relayed: "She says she has another way."

Li Banfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

He picked up Did Honglian and went to the Fifth Room.

"Reflect here for a few days, no food for you!"

You have another way?

Isn't it just trying to trick me into letting you out?

Watching Li Banfeng's retreating back, the copper lotus flower sprayed a string of dewdrops.

……

Li Banfeng left the Portable Dwelling and entered the building.

Don't ask too much about the Wife's affairs unless she wants to talk about them herself.

There were still many good things in this residence. Ma Dingfu knew where these things were kept, and he had told Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng first went to a secret room on the third floor and took out two spiritual objects.

The first spiritual object was a black button that could change a person's voice.

This spiritual object was refined from pure Ethereal Spirit; because its spirituality was limited, it couldn't be refined into a magic treasure and had no ability to promote, but its function was extremely powerful.

The button had four eyelets; usually, you only needed to sew one eyelet onto your clothes to use it.

The method of use was slightly complex; by turning the button, one could continuously change the vocal range. Where to change it to depended on the user's own exploration.

The second spiritual object was a belt. According to Ma Dingfu, this belt was even more precious; it was refined from a Great Xiao, which was a collection of Ethereal Spirits.

The only function of this belt was to create prestige. Zhou Anju had no cultivation, but as long as he tied this belt on, he could make Li Banfeng fall into fear.

A double-fourth-layer cultivator falling into fear before a white lamb—the power of this belt seemed to be the same as the techniques of the Foolish Cultivators, also capable of crossing the limitations of levels.

Besides these two spiritual objects, Li Banfeng also found 150,000 ocean dollars and many gold bars in Zhou Anju's residence.

He summoned several residential cultivators and moved the gold and silver outside the residence.

Wu Yongchao called out in all directions, and all the residential cultivators gathered.

Li Banfeng looked at the money boxes and said: "This is your money, the money scraped away by Zhou Anju. Whoever was scraped more, Ah Chao, check the roster, calculate the amounts, and split it equally."

Wu Yongchao led the people to count the amounts, while the other residential cultivators silently watched Li Banfeng.

They couldn't see his face; his hat brim was very low, and they could only see his bearded face.

They had met many people who collected money, but they had never met anyone who gave them money.

After a long silence, an old man stepped forward to thank him: "Master Peddler, I thank you……"

"Don't call me Peddler," Li Banfeng shook his head. "Peddler is my Junior Brother's title."

"Then, this……" The old man didn't know how to address Li Banfeng either.

Wu Yongchao finished counting the gold and silver and said to Li Banfeng: "Fort Master, the amounts are counted, and the share per person is calculated."

He called Li Banfeng Fort Master.

He was an honest man, but he wasn't stupid; he knew who was good to him.

"Fort Master, thank you." The old man bowed to Li Banfeng.

"Fort Master!"

"Fort Master!"

"Thank you, Fort Master!"

The residential cultivators began calling him Fort Master one after another.

Li Banfeng sneered: "I killed your two previous Fort Masters, and now you want me to be the Fort Master. Is that appropriate?"

The crowd didn't know how to respond.

It was indeed not very appropriate, and they were also very conflicted.

Li Banfeng laughed out loud: "I think it's quite appropriate!"

Was this really appropriate?

Li Banfeng added: "From now on, I am your Fort Master! Anyone who isn't convinced can step forward!"

The crowd still didn't know how to respond.

They felt even more conflicted.

A female residential cultivator named Li Zhijuan lowered her voice and said: "What if someone kills this Fort Master again?"

Her voice was very low, but Li Banfeng still heard it.

Li Banfeng shouted loudly: "Even if someone kills me, he won't be your Fort Master, because from now on, you only have me as your Fort Master!

Any other questions?"

A male residential cultivator named Hu Fangyuan asked in a small voice: "What if you die?"

This question was critical.

These residential cultivators, their little mouths were as sweet as if they had been smeared with honey!

"When I am alive, I am your Fort Master; when I am dead, I am still your Fort Master. Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!

Anything else to ask?"

A female residential cultivator named Tang Yanning gathered her courage and asked: "Fort Master, what is your name?"

Li Banfeng said: "My name is Fort Master, did you remember that?"

The Fort Master's name is Fort Master……

The crowd was conflicted to the point of not knowing how to be conflicted anymore.

A male residential cultivator named Yuan Zhenguang asked very sincerely: "We don't know your name, and we can't see your face clearly. What if someone impersonates you?"

Li Banfeng said: "As a residential cultivator, you must recognize your wife when you go to bed, recognize your shoes when you get out of bed, recognize the way back when you leave the fort, and recognize your Fort Master when you enter the fort.

If you can't even handle this, what kind of residential cultivator are you?"

When you enter the fort, you must recognize the Fort Master?

Do residential cultivators have such a function?

Is there such logic to things?

While the residential cultivators were still organizing their thoughts, Li Banfeng set down three rules:

Rule One: The Fort Master's name is Fort Master!

Rule Two: Tiemenbao has only one Fort Master!

Rule Three: Everyone in the fort must listen to the Fort Master!

After hearing these three rules, the residential cultivators were no longer so conflicted.

They felt this made a lot of sense!

"After you finish collecting your money, go about your own duties. Every task I assign must be done well.

Now we must guard against retaliation from the people of Flying Eagle Mountain. Keep watch, report news, and guard the gate—everyone must do their best. Do you understand?"

The residential cultivators answered very loudly, split their money, and went about their work.

The next day at dawn, Li Banfeng put on his mask and changed his clothes, ensuring the residential cultivators wouldn't recognize him, and climbed the cliff.

On the platform, three residential cultivators were on guard duty.

Working seriously and meticulously was the strong point of residential cultivators. The three of them didn't slack off for a moment and stared at Li Banfeng together.

The one responsible for keeping watch saw Li Banfeng and hurriedly notified the other two.

Li Banfeng closed his eyes and sighed.

I'm already right in front of you; why are you notifying the other two?

The one responsible for receiving him asked: "Who are you?"

Not bad, at least this attitude is correct.

The most hateful one was the messenger, who was using a rope to climb down the cliff.

Li Banfeng asked: "Where are you going?"

The messenger didn't make a sound.

I'm going to deliver a message; can such a confidential matter be told to others?

Li Banfeng was furious: "Can't you just beat a gong or drum? Do you have to run down yourself to deliver the message?"

The combat capability of this group of residential cultivators wasn't bad, and their will to fight wasn't bad either.

They lacked combat experience.

Where could they get some experience?

Li Banfeng looked toward the distant Flying Eagle Mountain.

Why haven't they come yet?

……

Whew~ Clatter~

A disciple of the Jiang Xiang Gang from the Medicine King Hall dialed a phone number behind Hall Master Luo Zhengnan, and the call went through.

Xiao Zhenggong was soaking in the swimming pool, with over a dozen young women soaking with him.

"You'd better have something important to tell me!" Xiao Zhenggong bit his cigar, trying his best to maintain patience.

Luo Zhengnan sent his subordinates away and lowered his voice: "Gang Leader, good stuff, I've found that gun."

"Which gun are you talking about?" Xiao Zhenggong threw away his cigar.

"The one you've always wanted! Zhao Xiaowan!"

Xiao Zhenggong's body couldn't help but tremble.

PS: Luo Zhengnan is the Phone Man. Dear readers, do you remember him?

Tiemenbao is Banfeng's first piece of loyal territory. The Master of Puluo starts with the Fort Master.

(End of Chapter)