Chapter 228

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, his flat face wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, silently watching the fortune teller before him.

The fortune teller smiled humbly: "Mr. Han, the matter has already been explained to you. Do you think it's appropriate for us to make a move tonight?"

Han Juncheng sneered: "When my father was still the Border Defense Envoy, I wouldn't even bother to take a second look at someone like you."

The fortune teller nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Young Master Han, for your favor; you are also giving face to my master."

Han Juncheng hummed: "Master? Who is your master? He Jiaqing?

You have no idea what my father's status is. Back then, someone like He Jiaqing, the son of a merchant, wouldn't have found it so easy to see me."

The fortune teller maintained his smile.

Han Juncheng was indeed arrogant, but that had nothing to do with being aloof.

"You're going to act tonight, and you're only telling me now?" Han Juncheng was very dissatisfied with this.

The fortune teller explained: "The situation is urgent; originally, my master wanted to wait for a better opportunity..."

"Stop babbling, what are you saying so much for?" Han Juncheng interrupted the fortune teller impatiently. "Go and prepare everything that needs to be prepared; we'll make our move at twelve tonight.

I detest that place, Iron Gate Fortress; a bunch of poor wretches who can't even scrape together a few coins, who have never seen the world in their lives, and who don't understand the rules of speech and conduct. Once the matter is accomplished, have He Jiaqing find an opportunity to wipe them out; I feel sick just looking at them."

As a residential cultivator, Han Juncheng had also been to Iron Gate Fortress.

He claimed to be a third-layer residential cultivator at the time, but in reality, he already had sixth-layer cultivation.

At first, he was able to hide it, but less than half a month later, Han Juncheng beat an old woman selling vegetables over a trivial matter.

He struck hard, and the old woman was severely injured.

Seeing the technique he used, Zhou Anju knew Han Juncheng had already passed the fifth layer, and that very night, he kicked him out of the fortress.

Han Juncheng still harbored a grudge to this day; he had always wanted to wipe out Iron Gate Fortress.

With the time set, the fortune teller went to make preparations, and Han Juncheng discussed matters with his house spirit.

He had a house spirit, but he wanted to go and recognize another house spirit tonight; could he operate like that?

He could.

The prerequisite was obtaining the house spirit's consent.

Han Juncheng's house spirit was a woman; it was unknown what she saw in Han Juncheng, but she was obedient to him in every way. Naturally, she would agree to whatever Han Juncheng said.

"Juncheng, you must be careful; there are quite a few experts in Iron Gate Fortress." The experts she referred to were house spirits.

Han Juncheng laughed contemptuously: "What if there are experts? House spirits are just slaves to residential cultivators."

The house spirit didn't speak again.

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, watching the sky with a cold expression.

The fortune teller entered Iron Gate Fortress, and it must be said, his business had a good market in Iron Gate Fortress.

Residential cultivators were very superstitious and particularly obsessed with things like fortune-telling, character analysis, and palm reading.

The fortune teller went around the fortress and calculated for more than thirty households in one day.

Those who sought his fortune-telling all said he was accurate, but when they returned home satisfied, they all felt drowsy.

If they were sleepy, they slept; residential cultivators were quite carefree in this regard.

But this sleep was extremely deep; they slept until late at night and didn't want to get up.

This was the method of a seventh-layer disease cultivator; this physiognomist was none other than Wan Jinxian.

He made every residential cultivator he read for suffer from lethargy; they would only be lethargic this once, and they would all be fine tomorrow after waking up.

In fact, Wan Jinxian could have made them suffer from more serious illnesses; he could even have brought a plague to Iron Gate Fortress.

But it was not easy to do all this without anyone noticing.

His cultivation was high, and his techniques were powerful, but residential cultivators were not so easy to kill. As long as they returned to their houses, they could recover quickly. If one residential cultivator fell ill, other residential cultivators would immediately tighten their guard.

Wan Jinxian was a cautious person and would not do anything superfluous at a critical moment.

Sleeping was not considered an illness for residential cultivators; even if they slept too much, ordinary residential cultivators wouldn't take it to heart, but would instead feel they had earned something.

After dark, Iron Gate Fortress closed its gates, and it was completely silent.

Wan Jinxian used a magic treasure to take Han Juncheng directly from outside the fortress into the fortress, following the route Wan Jinxian had designated, all the way to the Fortress Master's mansion.

Along the way, they passed many residential cultivators' homes, but not a single residential cultivator could discover their tracks, because the residential cultivators on this road were all asleep.

The mansion was a forbidden area. According to Li Banfeng's instructions, no one was allowed to approach within 100 meters of the courtyard, and two residential cultivators were specifically assigned to guard it.

Wan Jinxian watched those residential cultivators from afar and yawned at them.

Those residential cultivators didn't see Wan Jinxian, but this yawn drifted to their side carrying a virus.

Before long, the two residential cultivators yawned one after another; they were sleepy.

Residential cultivators had a strong sense of responsibility; they couldn't get sleepy while on guard duty.

They struggled against the drowsiness, first shedding tears, then running noses, and when saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, the two could no longer resist and lay down by the roadside, falling asleep one after another.

Wan Jinxian led Han Juncheng into the mansion and pointed to the side building on the east: "Mr. Han, the house spirit we are looking for is in that building. Be very careful after you go in; I will wait for you here."

Han Juncheng didn't want to talk to Wan Jinxian; talking to such a lowly person really made him feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he needed to confirm was one thing: the name of this house spirit was Zhao Xiaowan.

Entering the side building, a chilling aura rushed toward him.

Han Juncheng smelled the scent of the undead in the air. He didn't consider the layout or situation of the house at all and went straight to the second floor, following the scent.

Wan Jinxian frowned slightly; Han Juncheng's way of doing things was a bit reckless.

He Jiaqing had also said that Han Juncheng's cultivation was high enough, but he lacked experience.

Wan Jinxian felt that a sixth-layer residential cultivator should have experienced some things.

He had indeed experienced things; for example, the matter of his father being arrested had caused him great harm.

But this had nothing to do with combat experience. His cultivation was raised by his house spirit. It was his luck to find a house spirit in this world who was devoted to him, but now this house spirit could no longer give him higher cultivation.

This was also the reason Han Juncheng agreed to take this errand; he really wanted to change house spirits.

He had also heard of Zhao Xiaowan's name, and in his view, an ancient general and legendary woman was barely worthy of his status.

As for how to deal with the previous house spirit, he hadn't thought it through yet; she could be left as a servant, or used as bait for Zhao Xiaowan.

Han Juncheng was more inclined toward the second choice; he felt Zhao Xiaowan was worthy of this reward.

For a house spirit with such strength and status, giving a gift would inevitably win her heart, and she would do whatever he wanted in the future.

The side building was not small; there were seven rooms on the second floor. Han Juncheng passed by the doors one by one, walked back and forth twice, and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

He pushed the door open gently and saw that there were no other furnishings in the room, only a weapon rack.

On the weapon rack, only one long spear was placed; nothing else was put there.

The long spear was twelve feet long, the spear tip was seven inches seven, exactly the same as described in the novels.

The only difference was that there was no red tassel on this long spear.

Could a spear without a red tassel be Zhao Xiaowan?

Could it be that he found the wrong one?

It couldn't be wrong.

Han Juncheng perceived the extremely formidable power of this long spear.

This was the power of the Flying General!

Han Juncheng stood before the long spear and called out: "Zhao Xiaowan!"

After waiting for more than a minute, the long spear didn't show any resistance.

Calling the house spirit's name to her face, if the house spirit didn't resist, it proved that the house spirit accepted the residential cultivator. This process was called house spirit recognizing a master.

Seeing the house spirit didn't resist, Han Juncheng didn't have much surprise. In his view, regardless of his cultivation or his status, there was no possibility that Zhao Xiaowan would refuse him.

He reached out to take the long spear from the weapon rack, a satisfied smile on his face.

From the moment he took this long spear, Han Juncheng firmly believed that his destiny was about to return to the right track.

He had always believed that heaven was too unfair to him; clearly, he should have possessed everything, so why take everything away from his side?

Taking this long spear and walking out of this side building, the first thing to do was to kill that disease cultivator.

He detested Wan Jinxian; a lowly servant shouldn't have that kind of face, a face that seemed to know everything!

After killing that disease cultivator, he would kill the Fortress Master here. Han Juncheng believed he could logically occupy Iron Gate Fortress.

Starting from Iron Gate Fortress, accumulating wealth, and then returning to Green Water City.

In Green Water City, he would trample all the major families under his feet, and then return to the Outer Continent.

After returning to the Outer Continent, he must kill He Jiaqing; he had long been unable to tolerate He Jiaqing's pointing fingers all these years.

By that time, those who looked down on him, those who said he was guilty, would all have to die!

Han Juncheng wanted to make everyone who had offended him kneel on the ground and pray, make them repent for everything they had done, make them...

As his thoughts flew, Han Juncheng discovered that his hand hadn't touched the long spear.

The reason was that his hand had fallen to the ground, as if it had been slashed by a sharp weapon.

The long spear had been on the weapon rack the whole time without moving, at least that was how it looked to him.

But his hand had fallen off at the root.

Blood dripped from the spear tip; could it be...

But just now, it looked like this long spear hadn't moved at all; was she too fast...

She didn't recognize the master?

Clearly, he had already called her name; why didn't she recognize the master?

At this moment, Han Juncheng felt the excruciating pain in his wrist.

He clutched his arm and turned to leave, but suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

His left leg, from the knee down, had remained on the ground.

More blood stains appeared on the long spear.

Han Juncheng wailed, and the long spear trembled slightly.

Han Juncheng, who was crying and wailing on the ground, seemed to see a faint afterimage.

He lost another leg; his right leg was gone, from the thigh down, it was all gone.

Han Juncheng was in so much pain he was about to pass out; on his torso, the only thing left intact was his left hand.

Beside his ear came a woman's voice: "Crawl!"

The voice was soft, but carried an irresistible power.

Han Juncheng used his only remaining hand to crawl desperately out of the room, crawl across the corridor, and crawl down the stairs.

Just as he was about to crawl to the door, the long spear suddenly appeared, piercing through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

This was called showing him off to the public.

On the battlefield, this was a common method to intimidate the enemy army.

Han Juncheng was also very suitable for being shown off, because his crying was loud enough.

"Save me, save me..." Han Juncheng's vision was blurred by tears. Looking at Wan Jinxian at the door, he seemed to see his father.

"Dad, save me, Dad, I'm in pain, save me...

You send someone to find my house spirit, Dad, she can definitely save me,

Dad, you pull this spear out, Dad, I'm really in pain..."

"Child, you've recognized the wrong person. In your next life, don't be so reckless."

Wan Jinxian turned and left; if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave at all.

PS: Han Juncheng being pinned at the door like that really scared Banfeng.

The key is that this house spirit is deaf and blind and can't hear sound at all. Can Banfeng think of any good way?

(End of chapter)