Chapter 67: Wife, Let's Make Love

Deep breaths! Hold on, you're going to be okay!

Geng Zhiwei had suffered a fatal injury, and blood was gushing from his neck.

"Hold on, you can do it!" Li Banfeng plunged the blood-soaked pendulum into Geng Zhiwei's neck, helping to stop the bleeding.

Geng Zhiwei gasped for air, struggling. He didn't want to die. Despite being covered in wounds and having endured much suffering, he truly didn't want to die.

Seeing Geng Zhiwei's condition worsen, sweat appeared on Li Banfeng's brow. "Keep breathing! You must hold on!

Think of your vast family fortune; you wouldn't want to hand it over to others, would you?

Think of your numerous assets; you wouldn't want them to be divided up, would you?

Think of your many concubines; you wouldn't want them to end up in someone else's bed, would you?

Deep breaths! Hold on! You can't die yet!"

Inspired by Li Banfeng's words, Geng Zhiwei's breathing instantly became rapid and forceful.

He was unwilling—unwilling to lose everything he possessed.

Driven by anger and reluctance, his will to survive elevated an entire level.

Li Banfeng glanced at the gramophone.

The first martial cultivator's departed soul had been completely consumed.

More than half of the second martial cultivator's departed soul had also been consumed.

After about ten minutes, the second soul was finished as well.

Li Banfeng wiped Geng Zhiwei's sweat. "You've suffered, Zhiwei, you've suffered. It's okay. Now it's your turn. You'll be free soon."

Li Banfeng had made Geng Zhiwei hold on until now because his wife wanted to taste a fresh soul.

It was like hot pot; the taste of frozen meat simply wasn't the same as freshly cut and cooked meat.

Geng Zhiwei felt a very thin piece torn from his left hand.

Actually, his left hand wasn't injured. What was truly torn was his soul.

The damage to his soul worsened Geng Zhiwei's already weak condition.

But the intense pain kept him constantly awake.

Water droplets hung from the gramophone's horn, whether from sweat or drool was unclear.

Li Banfeng asked, "My dear, how does it taste?"

"Fresh! Absolutely exquisite! Such an ingredient cannot compare to those old, stale souls. My husband truly cherishes me!"

The "old, stale souls" referred to the wronged souls eaten at the old lady's house.

Those souls had been dead for who knew how many years; their taste couldn't possibly compare to these freshly eaten souls.

*Slurp!*

The gramophone slurped again.

Li Banfeng had Yin-Yang Eyes. Unlike when Rong Jin'an died, Li Banfeng could now clearly see a wisp of Geng Zhiwei's soul, like a strand of rice vermicelli, flying into the gramophone's horn.

Geng Zhiwei's expression was grotesque.

His eyes fixed on Li Banfeng, who felt his heart pound faster and faster.

Unlike what was rumored, Geng Zhiwei was not an ordinary person; he possessed cultivation. He was a first-level Joy Cultivator.

So why did a first-level Joy Cultivator, accompanied by two first-level martial cultivator guards, die at Li Banfeng's hands?

Because they had entered Li Banfeng's residence.

Inside the residence, the power of a House Cultivator astounded even Li Banfeng himself.

The two martial cultivators, skilled in close combat, were no match for Li Banfeng in speed or strength.

Geng Zhiwei's Joy Cultivation had some disruptive effect on Li Banfeng, but suppressed by the House Spirit, it only made Li Banfeng's heartbeat slightly quicken.

They had only one chance to counterattack. Geng Zhiwei created a hallucination for Li Banfeng, showing him Teacher Song in a skirt suit and glasses.

While Li Banfeng was momentarily disoriented, the two martial cultivators prepared to combine their efforts to kill him.

But Li Banfeng retreated into another room, exploiting their unfamiliarity with the terrain to successfully avert the crisis.

The gramophone, with a burst of fierce steam, ended the battle directly.

It was a complete碾压 (overwhelming victory). Had it not been for fear of harming Li Banfeng, the gramophone could have ended the fight even faster.

Almost half of Geng Zhiwei's soul had been sucked out, yet he was still alive, using his Joy Cultivation techniques to disturb Li Banfeng's mind.

Li Banfeng found himself somewhat unable to control his hand, constantly stroking the gramophone.

"Oh, my lord, what are you touching?"

"My dear, we are already husband and wife in truth. Why don't we consummate our marriage tonight?"

*Pfft!*

*Cough, cough, cough!*

The gramophone, intently slurping the soul, choked, spitting out several mists of water and coughing repeatedly.

The large brass horn instantly turned quite red.

"This, this, my dear husband, it's not that I am unreasonable, nor that I am unwilling to serve you diligently.

It's just that this body of mine is not very useful, I'm afraid it would spoil your mood.

Husband, please wait for me to rest for a few days and find a good new body.

I will then serve you wholeheartedly and surely satisfy you. Oh, my goodness!"

Seeing the gramophone's predicament, Li Banfeng was stunned and retracted his hand.

What's wrong with me?

Why would I want to make a move on a gramophone?

Is Joy Cultivation really that powerful?

Li Banfeng looked at the pendulum, where Geng Zhiwei's blood was stored. But the pendulum was full now. Where could this blood be put?

Was there a way to preserve blood?

Seeing Li Banfeng remain silent, the gramophone quickly explained, "Husband, you have been afflicted by the villain's Soul-Charming Heart-Burning technique. Joy Cultivation methods are truly despicable.

Husband, do not worry. This little servant will help you vent your anger. That villainous Joy Cultivator, don't move. I will eat you up bit by bit!"

Watching the gramophone slurp the soul, Li Banfeng couldn't help but touch it again, causing the gramophone to choke and cough once more.

"Cough, cough, husband, why don't you go to the outer room for a while?"

Just as Li Banfeng was about to retreat to the outer room, he suddenly felt something was missing from the main room.

What was missing?

After a moment's thought, Li Banfeng remembered, "Where did all the medicinal herbs and pills I brought back go?"

The gramophone, while slurping the soul, sang, "Husband, I found those bottles and jars an eyesore, so I sent them all to the outer room."

Li Banfeng quickly went to the outer room.

He hadn't noticed while dodging attacks in the outer room earlier, but now, lighting a candle and looking closely, bottles and jars were scattered everywhere, and even the wooden box containing the pills was shattered.

My wife is really too rough!

Li Banfeng wanted to check if the medicinal herbs were damaged, but upon picking up a few jars, he found them empty.

What's going on?

The medicinal herbs were gone?

He flipped over the wooden box that was on the ground and found the pills were also gone!

Where did all these good things go?

Li Banfeng looked at the brass lotus, finding its petals tightly closed and glowing with a halo. It was refining pills.

It had swallowed all the pills and medicinal herbs and was now refining them!

Li Banfeng was furious. He exited the outer room, returned to the main room, and began to touch the gramophone.

The gramophone was startled and sang, "Husband, has your mind not yet settled?"

"My dear," Li Banfeng sang back, "where are those peaches beneath your waist now?"

The gramophone paused, then stammered and sang, "This little servant here, does not have peaches yet."

"Once you grow peaches, bring them over immediately, and I'll give you a good beating!"

The gramophone stammered, "That, that, why would husband want to beat this servant?"

"You've ruined all the pills and medicinal herbs I worked so hard to earn. Don't you deserve a beating?"

The gramophone's voice was somewhat bewildered. "This, this, this servant sent all those things to the outer room. I didn't ruin them!"

"You sent them to the outer room, and the brass lotus ate them all! There's nothing left now!"

"This, this, this..." The gramophone stuttered for a long time, then sang, "If you must blame, blame that wretch Red Lotus! That wretch is greedy, and she angered my husband. Husband, please don't be angry, husband, please don't..."

"Alright, stop singing!" Li Banfeng looked at Geng Zhiwei's corpse. "Is the soul all eaten?"

The gramophone quickly responded, "It's all eaten. Thank you, husband, for your thoughtfulness."

"Since you've eaten it all, clean up yourself. Send the corpse to the outer room and give it to Lotus."

*Hmph! Hmph!*

The gramophone hummed twice, complaining, "Husband, why are you so fond of that wretch Red Lotus?"

Li Banfeng sneered and sang, "Because the lotus heart has seven holes!"

After singing, Li Banfeng left.

The gramophone puffed out a burst of steam and muttered to itself, "What's so good about seven holes? Aren't three horns enough?

Never mind, this madman is acting crazy again!"

...

Li Banfeng left the Portable Dwelling and picked up the keys near Geng Family Pharmacy.

The large fire at Geng Family Pharmacy hadn't extinguished. The Geng family members were busy fighting the fire, and all the surrounding neighbors had run out to escape the disaster.

Actually, it was all unnecessary.

Old Man Yao had said that his medicated wine could only be drunk in the courtyard and not taken outside.

This fire would not harm anyone else.

And the Geng family was sure to burn to ashes, so fighting the fire was useless.

Li Banfeng quietly left Geng Family Pharmacy and hurried down the street.

Not just to avoid the Geng family, but he also had important matters to attend to.

He had stayed home all day today, and his House Cultivation was sufficient, but his Travel Cultivation was far behind.

Opening the address Yu Nan had left him, Li Banfeng set off to find the new birthplace of Medicine King Gorge.

Li Banfeng truly wanted to see what that new birthplace looked like.

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