Chapter 224

This person is the Fort Master of Tiemenbao?

He wants me to take men to attack Tiemenbao?

What is he thinking?

What exactly does he want to do?

He Zhenlei was very conflicted.

The teeth that were knocked out were still on the bed.

Pushing open the door to look, the few guards were nowhere to be seen—neither alive nor dead.

He Zhenlei was terrified, curled up on the bed, and didn't sleep all night.

The next day at dawn, he took his men down the mountain and went to Tiemenbao.

He had figured it out.

This person must have killed Little Mazi, replaced him, and become the Fort Master.

His thinking should be the same as Zhou Anju's—he also wants to borrow the power of Flying Eagle Mountain to deter the residential cultivators in Tiemenbao so he can make a fortune.

It's just that his methods are a bit rough.

Regardless, he was able to sneak onto Flying Eagle Mountain and strike so ruthlessly; he is indeed a person with means. Such a person cannot be offended, so let's just do as he said and take a trip to Tiemenbao.

Over a hundred bandit soldiers, led by He Zhenlei, arrived in front of Tiemenbao, where a group of residential cultivators were waiting in full battle array.

In terms of strength, it goes without saying that the residential cultivators of Tiemenbao were far superior to the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain.

But they hadn't fought many battles, and seeing such a large formation, the residential cultivators were all very nervous.

The residential cultivator responsible for keeping watch on the platform kept beating gongs and drums to warn the fort. Li Banfeng frowned: "Yongchao, tell them to stop messing around. People are already right in front of us; what are they warning about?

Tell the brothers in the boiler room to get ready. If they launch a frontal assault on the gate, release the steam immediately—scald as many as you can!

Everyone else, grab your weapons. If the gate is lost, we'll fight street battles in the fort. Show what you're capable of; the time for real action has arrived!"

Wu Yongchao passed on the message, and all the residential cultivators were ready.

Mountain Lord He Zhenlei came to the gate and shouted loudly: "Friends of Tiemenbao, we have been neighbors for so many years and have always minded our own business.

But you have repeatedly caused trouble for my Flying Eagle Mountain. This matter is your fault first, so you can't blame me, Master He, for not being righteous.

I limit you to three days to raise 10,000 ocean dollars and send them up the mountain. If even a fraction is missing, don't blame me for being ruthless—I'll kill everyone, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive!

Retreat!"

After speaking, He Zhenlei led his men away.

He retreated!

Li Banfeng was furious!

That same evening, he went up to Flying Eagle Mountain again.

He Zhenlei thought the matter was handled and could have a good sleep, but Li Banfeng entered the room, dragged him off the bed, and beat him violently on the floor.

He Zhenlei was a third-layer martial cultivator; in front of Li Banfeng, he really had no room to resist at all?

If he dared to fight, he could actually parry a few moves, but the key was that he really didn't dare.

Li Banfeng was wearing Zhou Anju's belt, and the prestige he carried was far more terrifying than Zhou Anju's back in the day.

"What exactly do you want?" He Zhenlei really didn't know how to communicate with this Fort Master.

"What do I want?" Li Banfeng hammered He Zhenlei in the face with a fist. "I told you to take troops to attack Tiemenbao, and you didn't even lift a finger, just chatted a bit and left? Are you damn playing with me? Who gave you the guts?"

"Friend, I was following your meaning, scaring them……"

"Who is your friend? Who the hell are you scaring?" Li Banfeng slapped He Zhenlei again. "I'm telling you, take troops again tomorrow and really fight. Use as much strength as you have. If you dare to play with me again, tomorrow I'll hang your head on your mountain peak."

Li Banfeng left, and He Zhenlei sat on the bed, bruised and swollen, just sitting there blankly for the whole night.

The next day, he took his men to Tiemenbao again. This time he didn't dare to do it half-heartedly and led his men directly to charge into the fort.

The first technique of the Deception Cultivators: as long as you don't make a move, the deception is real.

Now He Zhenlei made a move.

Over a hundred bandit soldiers charged toward the gate. They had no siege equipment, nor did they have any magic treasures or spiritual objects worth mentioning, so they just charged hard.

The second technique of the Deception Cultivators: as long as the move isn't seen, the deception is also real.

Now all the residential cultivators saw it. The bandit soldiers charged to the gate and were scalded by the steam, wailing incessantly. Even if they weren't scalded to death, they couldn't do anything about the iron gate.

The third technique of the Deception Cultivators: after the move is made and seen, as long as others don't understand it, the cultivation is still real.

Now the residential cultivators could all understand it, seeing it clearly.

Over a hundred bandit soldiers charged once and thirty-some died. If it weren't for the Mountain Lord sitting in command, these people would have scattered.

Flying Eagle Mountain was only at this level; the Deception Cultivation was broken.

For so many years, Flying Eagle Mountain had dominated the region, not relying on real ability, but on the foil of Tiemenbao.

Everyone knew Tiemenbao was easy to defend and hard to attack, and its strength was not bad.

Everyone knew Tiemenbao was willing to be bullied by Flying Eagle Mountain and dared not resist in the slightest.

Everyone thought Flying Eagle Mountain's strength was far above Tiemenbao's.

Today, the lie was completely exposed.

Seeing that Flying Eagle Mountain's bandit soldiers dared not attack the gate again, Li Banfeng directly ordered: "Open the gate, go out and fight."

The eight big iron gates opened with a creak, and Li Banfeng led over a hundred residential cultivators charging out.

During the first charge, Li Banfeng had no confidence, and the residential cultivators had even less. Many of them hadn't left the fort for years, and upon arriving outside Tiemenbao, they couldn't even distinguish directions.

The formation was disorderly, and the techniques were scattered. The fourth-layer residential cultivators were still composed, using the "Golden House Hides Beauty" technique to let clay figures, stone men, and paper figures charge in front.

The first and second-layer residential cultivators fought entirely by physical talent, charging forward recklessly.

A few third-layer residential cultivators saw that the tactics were different from what had been designed beforehand, and in their panic, they used the "Homeward Arrow" technique, turning around and wanting to run home.

This first battle of the hundred-plus residential cultivators was not fought beautifully, barely exerting less than thirty percent of their strength.

But even with this thirty percent strength, they easily beat back this group of bandit soldiers.

These bandit soldiers had combat experience, but it was limited to bullying commoners without cultivation.

He Zhenlei led the soldiers in front, while the bandits cried for their fathers and mothers behind.

The residential cultivators' eyes were blood-red, and they chased relentlessly with their weapons.

Li Banfeng pushed the windmill phonograph, playing war songs, and led the residential cultivators to charge forward.

"The flags are fluttering, the horses are neighing, guns on shoulders, swords at waists, hot blood like a wild tide……"

This war song was very good at boosting morale, and the Wife's singing could gather wandering souls.

The souls of the killed bandit soldiers all gathered beside the phonograph. Li Banfeng found an opportunity and sent them all into the Portable Dwelling.

The Wife ate very happily, and He Zhenlei fled very miserably; the troops he took were almost all wiped out.

Returning to Flying Eagle Mountain and counting the numbers, including the subordinates and servants guarding the mountain gate, there were only seventy-some people left on the mountain.

He Zhenlei sighed deeply; this business was probably impossible to continue.

After this battle, Flying Eagle Mountain's reputation had completely collapsed.

What could be done now was to rest on the mountain for a few days and then find another place to make a living.

But Li Banfeng didn't give him a chance to rest; he came again that same evening.

"Performance was not bad today; keep fighting tomorrow."

"Still fighting?" He Zhenlei knelt down with a thud. "Fort Master, I'll call you Grandfather. I can't fight anymore. Please leave me a way to live!"

Li Banfeng slapped He Zhenlei: "You won't fight, right? Don't you miss Little Mazi? Shall I take you to see him?"

He Zhenlei cried: "Grandfather, I'll fight. You tell me how to fight? How exactly do I have to fight for you to spare my life?"

This attitude was acceptable, and Li Banfeng agreed: as long as they fought with all their might tomorrow, the matter would be settled.

He Zhenlei agreed, and Li Banfeng took out a piece of white paper: "Write a contract, so I don't have to come looking for you again."

This matter still required a contract……

He Zhenlei held the pen, thought for a long time, and didn't know how to write.

Li Banfeng slapped him: "Write! Don't you know how to write?"

"I, I really……" He Zhenlei sobbed uncontrollably.

Li Banfeng slapped him again: "Cry! Cry hard! Writing while crying shows more sincerity!"

The next day at dawn, He Zhenlei went.

He didn't know what counted as fighting with all his might, but he knew that if he didn't go, that Fort Master called Fort Master would absolutely not let him off.

The residential cultivators saw through Flying Eagle Mountain's strength and this time directly gave up defense, fighting as soon as they went out. The battle lasted for over ten minutes, and Flying Eagle Mountain was completely wiped out.

He Zhenlei was killed by Wu Yongchao. At the moment of his death, he didn't seem too painful; his face even seemed to carry a trace of relief.

Li Banfeng was very satisfied with the residential cultivators' performance. He paid out of his own pocket and asked Wu Yongchao to purchase ingredients for a victory banquet that evening.

Returning to the Portable Dwelling, Li Banfeng was wrapped in a mass of warm steam.

"Hey Husband, ever since eating the Profound Accumulation Pellet last time, my body has been a bit weak. Now that Husband has bought so many crisp and refreshing ingredients, I have a lot more strength. It's time for us husband and wife to be intimate."

"I'm ready." Li Banfeng smiled indifferently and stuck his head into the horn.

Half an hour later, Li Banfeng's face was flushed. He wiped the sweat from his head, sat beside the phonograph, and listened to the Wife singing "Song of the Four Seasons."

"Spring arrives, green fills the window,

The young lady embroiders mandarin ducks under the window,

The deep residence has beautiful scenery,

Husband sings and wife follows, affection lasts long!"

Residential cultivation is at the fifth layer!

Li Banfeng laughed out loud.

He first went to the Fifth Room and found the entrance to the Sixth Room at the end of the room.

Hiss~

Did Honglian made a sound, sending blessings to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng smiled knowingly and moved Did Honglian into the Sixth Room.

Did Honglian felt that she would never be able to go to the Main Room in her life.

She was afraid she wouldn't even be able to return to the Second Room.

Returning to the Main Room, Li Banfeng asked the Wife: "The 'Deep Residence' technique brings your strength outside the residence. I wonder what kind of strength you want me to bring out?"

Chirp~

The phonograph sang in a slow tempo: "Precious Husband, your cultivation has just reached the fifth layer; among the living beings of Puluo, you are already at a high level.

But it's not that I'm boasting, Husband can't use many of my methods yet.

Cultivation must be gradual; let me teach Husband how to sing first. This is my signature skill."

Li Banfeng knew the Wife's singing was very powerful. If he could learn this method, he wouldn't have to push the windmill phonograph around everywhere in the future.

"Wife, let's learn that song 'Fake Decency'; I just like that song."

The phonograph taught him sentence by sentence, and Li Banfeng sang sentence by sentence.

After singing for half an hour, the Wife's breathing became a bit rapid.

Whew~ Chirp~

"Husband, don't sing for now; my heart hurts."

Li Banfeng was stunned: "Wife, do you dislike that Husband sings badly?"

"Husband sings very well, it's just this singing……" The phonograph answered very reluctantly. "This isn't Husband's fault; perhaps 'Fake Decency' isn't suitable for Husband."

Li Banfeng stood up: "Just singing indeed isn't suitable for me. I can also dance; let me dance a piece for Wife to see……"

Seeing Li Banfeng dancing, the Wife's condition was very bad: "Husband, don't dance. Put down the feather duster first……

When I look at Husband, my heart feels painful again. Husband, change to another song to learn another day; this song really isn't suitable for men.

Fifth-layer technique, Husband has already mastered the essentials. When performing the technique, Husband must think of my singing style in your heart.

As long as Husband thinks correctly, you will naturally be able to sing correctly."

"If I think correctly, I will be able to sing correctly……" Li Banfeng seemed to have realized something, picked up the feather duster, and said, "Wife, I'll dance and sing one more time. If there's anything wrong, Wife, just point it out."

"Don't be in a hurry, another day, Husband, another day……"

……

The next day, Li Banfeng walked out of the Portable Dwelling and was strolling in the fort when he suddenly felt that the fort was exceptionally cold and clear today.

Wu Yongchao came to Li Banfeng: "Fort Master, the ones selling goods didn't come today; not a single one came."

Li Banfeng asked: "Is it because they were scared by the fighting these past two days?"

Wu Yongchao said: "Yesterday I went to the market to buy food and drink to prepare for the victory banquet, and I told those merchants that the matter had passed, and they even promised to come and do business today."

Li Banfeng stood before the iron gate, looking at the empty road ahead, and seemed to smell a familiar scent.

This scent had been smelled before in front of Yu Nan's cloth shop.

"Tell the people in the fort to increase vigilance; don't leave easily these two days."

Wu Yongchao asked: "Should we close the big gate?"

Li Banfeng shook his head: "We can't close the gate. Once closed, it will be difficult to open it again. Call a few fourth-layer residential cultivators; let's play with this group of bird-men."

PS: Actually, Banfeng doesn't sing badly; it's just that the singing is too enchanting.

(End of Chapter)