Chapter 274: Traveler Cultivator Fifth-Level Technique

Li Banfeng sorted through the tattered clothes on the ground, searching for any magic treasure or spiritual object.

Cultivators of the Mind Path have decent perception but are poor in close combat; if he dared to be an assassin, he must have carried at least one potent offensive spiritual object.

To Li Banfeng's disappointment, after searching for a long while, he found nothing but scraps of cloth.

Could the Elder of the Qingshou Society really have no valuable possessions at all?

Li Banfeng refused to believe it and searched again; this time, he finally found something.

Amid the pile of rags lay a silk glove.

What is a silk glove?

It's the kind of glove workers use most often—this one was old, stained with grease, crumpled and tucked among the rags, hard to spot.

Is this a magic treasure?

It doesn't look like one.

Li Banfeng shook the glove twice; he sensed no spiritual energy, only a cloud of dust fell out.

But Li Banfeng didn't throw it away. Wu Decheng was an Elder of the Qingshou Society; with his status, he could never work on a construction site. Carrying such a glove made no sense.

Was he using this glove to conceal his fingerprints?

Was there even a need to do that in Puluozhou?

Even if he truly needed to hide his fingerprints, he'd need a pair, and preferably a newer pair.

Li Banfeng brought the glove close to the phonograph: "Wife, does this thing have spiritual awareness?"

The wife probed the glove with her needle, observed for a long while, then said: "No spiritual awareness at all—just a worn-out glove."

Really just a worn-out glove?

Li Banfeng pondered a moment, then carried the glove to the second room and placed it before Honglian.

Honglian showed no reaction.

Li Banfeng sat beside Honglian and spoke gently: "Ah Lian, look how thin you've grown these past days—quickly eat this to restore your strength."

Eat this?

Are you joking?

You're shoving every piece of trash at me!

Honglian still ignored him. Li Banfeng grew angry and moved Honglian to the main room.

"Wife, this wench won't obey me—I told her to eat the glove, and she refuses. Let's apply the family discipline."

"Oh my husband, you want this wench to eat a glove?" The phonograph chuckled twice, then corrected her tone. "Wench, whatever your husband tells you to do, you do—how dare you pick and choose?"

As she spoke, steam enveloped Honglian. Honglian wasn't afraid of punishment, but she was currently refining Wu Decheng's corpse—if she clashed with the phonograph, something might go wrong.

Reluctantly, Honglian opened her petals; the lotus heart stirred a whirlwind, preparing to draw the glove inside.

The glove drifted closer by a few inches, then suddenly leapt upward, evading the lotus heart's range.

Honglian froze.

The wife stared in shock.

A glove with zero spiritual awareness had just dodged Honglian's whirlwind?

And when it disguised itself as an ordinary glove, neither the wife nor Honglian had sensed its spiritual nature.

"Oh my husband, this thing has deep spiritual awareness!" The phonograph's steam surged to seize the glove, but it darted through the steam gaps with astonishing speed and agility.

Seeing this, Honglian opened six of her seven lotus orifices—the seventh remained occupied refining Wu Decheng.

Six whirlwinds, like six coiling snakes, darted up and down, yet still failed to catch the glove.

The wife seized the opportunity, cooperating with Honglian to corner the glove against the wall.

The glove had no escape—left was whirlwind, right was steam.

After a stalemate, the glove lunged toward the right.

The wife trapped it firmly with steam.

The glove still sought gaps to escape.

The steam grew denser, forming a seal.

Being sealed by the wife was better than being devoured by Honglian—the glove made the right choice.

Since it could make the right choice, it possessed intelligence—and not low intelligence.

This is a magic treasure!

As she reinforced the seal, the wife asked: "What is your origin?"

The glove remained silent.

The phonograph raised the steam's temperature: "I ask you again—what is your origin?"

The glove sneered: "A little torture? You think I'll crack like a weakling?"

The voice sounded like a middle-aged man's.

The phonograph raised the temperature further; the glove sneered again: "I am a Traveler Cultivator's magic treasure—named Sui Feng Fei."

Traveler Cultivator.

Li Banfeng's eyes lit up.

"Traveler Cultivator!" The wife erupted in fury; all three speaker horns spat steam at once.

The temperature spiked instantly; the glove shrieked: "So what if I'm a Traveler Cultivator's treasure? Do we have a grudge?"

"A grudge deeper than the sea!" The wife's voice grew darker.

Li Banfeng hurried to soothe her: "Wife, Traveler Cultivator magic treasures are rare—please let me keep it."

"If you want Traveler Cultivator techniques, Hong Ying is enough—no need to keep another menace!"

The steam temperature kept rising; the glove cried: "Wait—I have more to say, I'm not…"

The wife refused to listen; she only wanted to burn the glove to ash.

Hong Ying laughed loudly: "Evil woman, you hate me—why drag others into it? Do you plan to kill every Traveler Cultivator in the world?"

"Kill one, and there's one less!"

Hong Ying smirked: "Evil woman, you're furious but powerless against me—this pitiful sight of yours suits me perfectly."

Sssssss~

The phonograph scratched its record, producing a burst of static.

"Suits you?" The phonograph fell silent a moment, then burst into laughter. "Wench, this glove is your lover, isn't it? You used reverse psychology to trick me—trying to make me let him go?"

"Reverse psychology? Do I even have that kind of thought?" Hong Ying laughed. "Kill him if you want, don't kill him if you don't—I'll laugh either way. Just watch me laugh harder while you're stuck in torment!"

"Do you even know him?" The phonograph snarled, jabbing her needle into the glove and tearing it apart—it was about to shred.

Hong Ying said: "Of course I know him. Don't kill him—keep him here and interrogate him carefully. Maybe you'll uncover what happened back then."

The phonograph roared: "Wench! You're lying to me!"

Hong Ying laughed: "Evil woman, what lie did I tell? Kill him if you want, spare him if you don't—I'll laugh either way. Just watch you suffer—I'll laugh even louder!"

"Huuuuh!" The phonograph shrieked; all three horns belched smoke.

Li Banfeng hurried to calm her: "Wife, calm down—if you get angry, you've fallen for her trap."

Hssss~ Hssss~

The steam temperature plummeted.

The once-red speaker horns slowly returned to their original color.

"Oh my husband, I was just teasing her—I'm not angry. A worn-out glove isn't worth my anger."

"Wife is so magnanimous—I'll just feel how big your belly is now."

Li Banfeng patted the phonograph's casing; it giggled, and the needle loosened slightly, giving the glove a moment to breathe.

After laughing, the wife asked the glove: "You said you had something to say—speak now."

The glove caught its breath, then pointed a finger at Hong Ying: "That long spear—I don't know it."

Hong Ying spoke slowly, deliberately: "You say you don't know it? That's like hiding silver under the ground and claiming you didn't bury it. How can the evil woman believe you?"

The phonograph chuckled: "I believe him. I don't doubt him at all."

"Husband, Traveler Cultivator magic treasures are rare, but this one has extremely high spiritual awareness—likely a high level."

"With your current cultivation base, you can't control it yet. Keep it here for safekeeping—deal with it later."

Li Banfeng's expression turned serious: "Wife, don't trust him easily—he may not even be a Traveler Cultivator. Let me test him first."

"How do you plan to test him?"

Li Banfeng stared at the glove and demanded: "Do you know Traveler Cultivator techniques?"

The glove replied: "Which level's technique do you want to know?"

"Tell me the fifth-level technique!"

The glove answered: "The fifth-level technique is called 'Walking and Watching Flowers.'"

Walk while watching flowers?

What kind of technique is that?

"Don't spout nonsense—you think I'm that easy to fool?"

The phonograph said: "Husband, he's not lying—'Walking and Watching Flowers' is indeed the fifth-level Traveler Cultivator technique."

Li Banfeng shook his head: "Knowing the name alone might mean he heard it somewhere. What use is this 'Walking and Watching Flowers' technique?"

The glove replied: "While moving swiftly, anyone fixed by your gaze turns into a single flower."

Li Banfeng exclaimed: "The person you look at turns into a flower? That's like a magic trick!"

"You could say that—those fixed by your gaze burst into flesh and blood, like a blooming flower."

One glance, and the person explodes?

Li Banfeng sneered: "That's why I say you talk nonsense—if such a powerful technique existed, a fifth-layer Wu Xiu would be invincible."

The glove shook its fingers: "This technique sounds impressive, but it demands immense cultivation base and innate talent. A typical fifth-layer Wu Xiu using it can only kill a White Lamb, and might even fail against a first-layer cultivator."

"Moreover, this technique consumes enormous energy—killing one person could drain eighty to ninety percent of a fifth-layer Wu Xiu's strength. Think about it: a fifth-layer Wu Xiu has countless ways to kill a White Lamb. Why use this technique?"

"Out of ten thousand Wu Xiu, over nine thousand wouldn't use it. They only pull it out occasionally to scare others. Plainly put, it's an embroidered pillow—looks good, useless in practice."

Hearing this, Hong Ying sneered: "That's because they don't understand the essentials."

The Lady sighed: "That wretched Hong Ying actually possesses a talent rare among ten thousand—she has abundant strength, doesn't fear depletion, and wields the 'Gallop and Glimpse' technique with great mastery."

Li Banfeng gasped: "What if one day she glances at me...?"

Hong Ying spat: "Pah! Shameless madman! Do you think I even have eyes?"

The phonograph burst into laughter: "Back then, I destroyed your eyes precisely to guard against this trick! Do you hate me? Hohohoho!"

Li Banfeng looked at the glove: "This technique might be something you saw elsewhere—it doesn't prove you're a Wu Xiu."

The Lady said: "Husband is right. Let's see if he knows the technique's essentials."

Li Banfeng gently caressed the phonograph's casing.

The glove replied: "The 'Gallop and Glimpse' technique lies in 'galloping' and 'glimpsing.'"

Li Banfeng asked: "Must you ride a horse to use this technique?"

The glove shook its fingers again: "It has nothing to do with horses. 'Galloping' means moving extremely fast—the Wu Xiu must move so swiftly the opponent sees nothing at all. Even the faintest glimpse ruins the technique."

Not even the slightest glimpse?

Li Banfeng said: "How fast would that be? Wouldn't it kill the Wu Xiu?"

The glove said: "That's why this technique drains so much energy. The other essential is 'glimpsing'—you must fix your gaze on the enemy while galloping, with perfect visual precision. The slightest deviation before the technique lands will cause failure."

Li Banfeng fell silent.

Must move fast. Must stare.

Must have sharp vision...

What even is sharp vision?

This technique really is impractical.

Li Banfeng continued: "Just naming a fifth-layer technique doesn't prove you're a Wu Xiu. Tell me the sixth-layer technique!"

"The sixth-layer Wu Xiu technique is called..." The glove suddenly found a gap in the steam, preparing to escape—only to be snagged again by the needle.

"Wait—I'll tell you..." Before the glove could speak, the Lady sealed it again.

"This magic treasure is too cunning. Husband truly cannot control it."

"Truly cannot?" Li Banfeng refused to accept it.

The phonograph said: "Think about it—when that old man fought you, why did he keep this treasure hidden on his person instead of wearing it? Why didn't he just put it on his hand?"

"Likely because the glove won't obey—or its cost is too high."

"His cultivation base rivals yours, proving how hard this treasure is to control."

"A magic treasure you can't control shouldn't be carried—it brings no benefit, only disaster."

Wu Decheng had indeed patted his body just now—he might have been summoning the treasure.

This treasure is indeed hard to control, but since it's still in hand, there's no rush. We'll find a way later to extract the sixth-layer technique.

PS: Must the glove be worn on the hand? Could it be worn elsewhere?

(End of Chapter)