Chapter 67: Wife, Let

“Take a deep breath, hold on—you won’t die!”

Geng Zhiwei had suffered a fatal wound, blood gushing from his neck.

“Hold on, you can make it!” Li Banfeng shoved the blood-soaked pendulum into Geng Zhiwei’s neck to stop the bleeding.

Geng Zhiwei gasped desperately—he didn’t want to die. Though covered in wounds and enduring immense suffering, he truly didn’t want to die.

Seeing Geng Zhiwei’s condition worsening, Li Banfeng’s forehead broke into sweat: “Keep breathing, you must hold on—

Think of all your vast estate—you don’t want to hand it over to someone else, do you?

Think of all your assets—you don’t want them carved up by others, do you?

Think of all your concubines—you don’t want them crawling into other men’s beds, do you?

Deep breaths, hold on! You can’t die yet!”

Hearing Li Banfeng’s encouragement, Geng Zhiwei’s breathing instantly became rapid and forceful.

He couldn’t accept losing everything he owned.

Driven by fury and resentment, his will to live surged an entire level.

Li Banfeng glanced at the phonograph.

The first Wu Xiu’s soul had been completely consumed.

The second Wu Xiu’s soul had been eaten halfway.

After more than ten minutes, the second soul was gone too.

Li Banfeng wiped Geng Zhiwei’s sweat: “You’ve suffered, Zhiwei, you’ve suffered so much. Don’t worry—now it’s your turn. You’ll be freed soon.”

Li Banfeng had kept Geng Zhiwei alive this long because his wife wanted to taste a fresh soul.

It’s like hot pot—the flavor of frozen meat is nothing compared to freshly slaughtered, instantly boiled meat.

Geng Zhiwei felt a thin slice torn from his left hand.

His left hand wasn’t injured—the thing actually torn away was his soul.

Soul damage worsened Geng Zhiwei’s already frail condition.

But the intense pain kept him fully conscious.

Droplets hung from the phonograph’s horn—whether sweat or drool, no one could tell.

Li Banfeng asked: “Wife, how’s the taste?”

“So fresh! Truly exquisite! How can this compare to those ancient, stale souls? Husband, you truly care for me!”

“Ancient stale souls” referred to the vengeful spirits he’d eaten at the old lady’s house.

Those spirits had been dead for years—how could their texture compare to this fresh, just-killed soul?

Slish!

The phonograph slurped again.

Li Banfeng had Yin-Yang Eyes. Unlike when Rong Jin’an died, he now clearly saw a thread of Geng Zhiwei’s soul—like a strand of rice noodles—sucked into the phonograph’s horn.

Geng Zhiwei’s expression was grotesque.

His eyes locked onto Li Banfeng, who felt his heartbeat accelerate in waves.

Contrary to rumors, Geng Zhiwei wasn’t a weakling—he had cultivation, a Level One Huan Xiu.

Why had a Level One Huan Xiu, plus two Level One Wu Xiu bodyguards, died at Li Banfeng’s hands?

Because they entered Li Banfeng’s mansion.

Inside the mansion, the power of the mansion spirit stunned even Li Banfeng himself.

Two Wu Xiu, experts in close combat, couldn’t match Li Banfeng in speed or strength.

Geng Zhiwei’s Huan Xiu technique did slightly disrupt Li Banfeng, but suppressed by the mansion spirit, it only caused his heartbeat to quicken slightly.

The three had only one chance to counterattack—Geng Zhiwei made Li Banfeng hallucinate Song Laoshi, wearing a skirt and glasses.

While Li Banfeng hesitated for a moment, the two Wu Xiu prepared to strike him down together.

But Li Banfeng slipped into another room, exploiting their unfamiliarity with the terrain and defused the crisis.

The phonograph ended the battle with a burst of ferocious steam.

It was pure domination—if not for fear of harming Li Banfeng, the phonograph could have finished them faster.

Geng Zhiwei’s soul had been slurped nearly halfway, yet he still lived, using Huan Xiu techniques to disrupt Li Banfeng’s mind.

Li Banfeng struggled to control himself, his right hand constantly fumbling over the phonograph.

“Woo-woo-woo~ Master, what are you feeling for?”

“Wife, we’ve already consummated our marriage—why not tonight, we consummate it properly?”

Pfft!

Cough cough cough cough!

The phonograph, focused on slurping the soul, choked, spewing several jets of mist and coughing violently.

The brass horn turned red in an instant.

“Husband, it’s not that I’m unreasonable, nor that I refuse to serve you wholeheartedly—

My body is simply not up to the task, I fear I’d ruin your pleasure—

Husband, wait a few days for me to rest, then find me a better vessel—

I’ll serve you with all my heart, I’ll make you utterly satisfied, woo-ah-ah-ah~”

Seeing the phonograph’s distress, Li Banfeng froze, pulling his hand back in shock.

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I thinking of touching a phonograph?

Are Huan Xiu techniques this potent?

Li Banfeng looked at the pendulum—it held Geng Zhiwei’s blood, now saturated. But where could this blood go?

Was there a way to store blood?

Seeing Li Banfeng silent, the phonograph hurried to explain: “Husband, you’ve been afflicted by the treacherous ‘Love-Scorching Heart’ technique—Huan Xiu arts are this filthy—

Husband, don’t rush. I’ll avenge you. That Huan Xiu traitor—don’t move. Watch me eat him piece by piece!”

Watching the phonograph slurp the soul, Li Banfeng couldn’t help fumbling again, making the phonograph choke and cough.

“Cough cough cough—Husband, why not step outside for a while?”

Li Banfeng was about to retreat to the outer chamber when he realized something was missing from the main room.

What was missing?

After a moment’s thought, he remembered: “Where did I put the herbs and elixirs I brought back?”

The phonograph, still slurping, sang: “Husband, I found those bottles and jars ugly, so I moved them all to the outer chamber.”

Li Banfeng rushed to the outer chamber.

He hadn’t noticed earlier while dodging attacks, but now, candlelight revealed bottles and jars scattered everywhere—even the wooden chest holding elixirs had been smashed.

Wife, you’re too brutal!

Li Banfeng wanted to check if the herbs were damaged, but when he picked up several jars, they were empty.

What’s going on?

The herbs vanished?

He flipped over the overturned wooden chest—the elixirs were gone too!

Where did all these precious things go?

Li Banfeng looked at the copper lotus—its petals were tightly closed, glowing with aura—it was refining elixirs.

It had swallowed the herbs and elixirs and was refining them!

Li Banfeng was furious. He left the outer chamber, returned to the main room, and began groping the phonograph.

The phonograph startled and sang: “Husband~~ Have you not calmed down yet?”

“Wife~” Li Banfeng sang back, “Where’s your peach now?”

The phonograph froze, stammering: “I… I don’t have a peach yet…”

“When you grow a peach, bend over and I’ll beat you senseless!”

The phonograph stammered: “W-why would you beat me, husband?”

“You wasted all the elixirs and herbs I worked hard for—don’t you deserve it?”

The phonograph’s voice sounded confused: “I… I moved them to the outer chamber—I didn’t waste them~~”

“You moved them to the outer chamber, and the copper lotus ate them all—now there’s nothing left!”

“T-this… this…” The phonograph stammered for a long while, then sang, “Blame it on that wicked Red Lotus~~ That wretch is greedy and angered you, husband—don’t be angry, don’t…”

“Enough! Stop singing!” Li Banfeng glanced at Geng Zhiwei’s corpse. “Is the soul fully consumed?”

The phonograph quickly replied: “All gone. Thank you, husband, for your kindness.”

“Clean it up yourself. Take the body to the outer chamber and give it to Lotus.”

Chit-chit!

The phonograph hummed two notes, pouting: “Why do you love that wicked Red Lotus so much?”

Li Banfeng sneered and sang: “Because Lotus Heart has seven holes~”

After singing, Li Banfeng walked out.

The phonograph spat a puff of steam, muttering to itself: “What’s so great about seven holes? Aren’t three horns enough?”

Whatever. That madman’s off on another tangent again!

…

Li Banfeng left Suishenju and retrieved his key near Geng Family Pharmacy.

The fire at Geng Family Pharmacy had not yet burned out; the Geng family rushed to put it out, and all nearby neighbors had fled to escape the disaster.

In truth, it was all unnecessary.

Yao Lao had already said: his medicinal wine could only be drunk within the courtyard, never taken outside.

This fire would not harm anyone else.

The Geng family would be reduced to ashes—there was no point in trying to save them.

Li Banfeng slipped away from Geng Family Pharmacy and hurried down the street.

He was not only fleeing from the Geng family—he had urgent business to attend to.

He had stayed home all day; his home cultivation had reached its quota, but his travel cultivation was far behind.

Opening the address left by Yu Nan, Li Banfeng set out to find the new site of Yaowang Gou.

Li Banfeng truly wanted to see what this new site looked like.

PS: Dear readers, follow Banfeng to the new land!

(End of Chapter)