Chapter 758: Husband, Let's Have a Baby (This Chapter Contains Nuclear Energy)

Zhao Xiaowan ordered them to start eating.

Xiao Qianshou knew a fight was imminent.

He scanned everyone in the room, then turned to Li Banfeng and asked, "Li Qi, are you really the fortress lord of Iron Gate Fortress?"

Li Banfeng didn't answer.

Xiao Qianshou had already guessed the answer. "The day you entered Li Zhijuan's room, I don't think I revealed any flaws, did I?"

Li Banfeng nodded. "No flaws."

"Then how could you still recognize me?"

Glove stood beside Li Banfeng, wagging his index finger. "Old Ancestor, I smelled that scent on you."

"I remember I hid all my scent at the time."

Glove replied, "You hid ninety-nine percent of it. There was just a tiny bit left, which I couldn't distinguish at first. But after thinking about it all night at home, I finally figured it out. It was you!"

Xiao Qianshou sighed. "One can guard against anything but a thief in one's own house. Lu Wujiu, I'll give you one more chance. Are you willing to come back to my side?"

Glove wagged his index finger. "It's so boring to be by your side. Wouldn't it be better if you just went straight into my belly?"

"That's quite arrogant," Xiao Qianshou said, looking at Li Qi again. "If I had left a day earlier, perhaps none of this would have happened?"

"Yes," Li Banfeng nodded. "But why didn't you leave?"

Xiao Qianshou smiled. "I'm a thief, and no thief isn't greedy. I finally got my hands on some profit, and you want me to leave? I really couldn't bear to."

Li Banfeng remembered Yu Cuilou's words: "A thief will be beaten to death sooner or later."

"It's not that easy to kill me," Xiao Qianshou stretched his limbs. "I've been beaten so many times in my life, I can't even remember. Open your eyes wide and see how your Old Ancestor makes his escape!"

Hong Ying stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Qianshou, intending to subdue him, but found only a piece of clothing in her hand.

Thieving Art: Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell.

Xiao Qianshou easily tricked Hong Ying and tried to rush towards the main entrance, but saw Zhao Xiaowan and Li Qi guarding it. He didn't force his way through; instead, he turned, pushed open a room door, and entered the second room.

Inside the Portable Abode, it was difficult for Hong Ying to use her unhindered movement ability, especially with the 'little train' fully on guard against Xiao Qianshou. She couldn't pass through the walls. By the time Hong Ying chased him to the second room, Xiao Qianshou had already gone to the fourth room.

Hong Ying glanced at Hong Lian. "You're just going to watch? Aren't you going to help?"

Hong Lian sighed. "With so many capable people in this house, when would it be my turn to act? It's already good fortune that I haven't been stolen from by this old thief."

Hong Ying immediately pursued him to the fourth room. As soon as she pushed the door, she suddenly felt danger approaching and quickly pulled her hand back.

Xiao Qianshou was huddled by the door, waiting for Hong Ying to get close so he could sever her hand tendons.

Hong Ying, bracing against the danger, tried to force her way in, but Jiu'er pulled him back from behind, signaling him not to be reckless.

A song suddenly began: "Meng Po's soup is cold, the stove fire is chilling; the City of the Wrongfully Dead is full of guests. Living souls, do not drink the Yin-Yang water, beware of the Bewitching Bone-Changing Powder."

The flute wailed, and the sound of burning joss paper was faint but present.

The record player came to the second room, rubbing its needle against the door of the fourth room, and continued to sing: "Visitors, behold the ledger turning, life spans bought on credit written in bloodstains. At the third watch, reckoning old debts ring out; at the fifth watch, with the rooster's crow, souls find no return."

Xiao Qianshou crouched in the fourth room, trembling all over.

Not only him, but even Hong Ying and Jiu'er were trembling.

The record player angrily asked, "Why are you two shaking?"

Hong Ying said, "Your singing is too scary."

Jiu'er nodded repeatedly. "It's like we're on the road to the underworld."

"Don't be silly, quickly go in and get him." The record player was confident; her singing was targeted and wouldn't harm Hong Ying or Jiu'er, only Xiao Qianshou.

Hong Ying tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. The door to the fourth room was locked.

This was a Thieving Art: Barring the Door from Within.

Sometimes, when a thief breaks into a house, they lock the door from the inside. Outsiders won't easily suspect anything, and fellow thieves won't interfere. When the owner returns, the thief still has a chance to escape while they are opening the door.

The door could only be locked temporarily. After all, this was Li Qi's domain. Just hearing Zhao Xiaowan's singing had already scared half the soul out of Xiao Qianshou. When Hong Ying and Yu Buzhuo rushed in, Old Clamp Xiao certainly wouldn't be able to cope.

These rooms were connected one after another. Could this be the 'little train'?

Xiao Qianshou felt along the wall and found the door to the fifth room. The 'little train' had locked the door tightly, not wanting to let him in.

Xiao Qianshou's ring slid into the door crack. With a slight push and a few adjustments, the door opened.

The tool was effective, and Xiao Qianshou's cultivation was high enough; the 'little train' couldn't keep him locked in.

Xiao Qianshou pushed open the door, expecting to enter the fifth room, but instead found himself in the second room, where Zhao Xiaowan, Hong Ying, and Jiu'er were waiting for him.

Strange, how did he end up back in this room?

With a little thought, he realized it was Li Qi using the Expanding Inner Space technique again.

The three rushed towards Xiao Qianshou together. Xiao Qianshou looked at them with a fierce expression, as if preparing for a decisive battle.

Seeing Xiao Qianshou's serious demeanor, Hong Ying sneered, "Are you really not afraid of death? Who are you putting on this act for?"

In that instant, neither Hong Ying nor Jiu'er wanted to act. Zhao Xiaowan, wanting to strike, felt her fighting spirit wane, and her movements significantly slowed.

Laughter Art: A Laugh of Dismissal. This technique could make the opponent unconsciously underestimate their enemy.

Xiao Qianshou seized the opportunity to retreat behind the door, barred it again, clutched his chest, and coughed for a moment.

He had used too many techniques, and his body hadn't recovered; the strain was considerable.

Once he had regained some strength, Xiao Qianshou sensed a crack.

Using the Thieving Art: A Turn for the Better, he could only find one exit at the main door. But using the Clothing Art: Seizing an Opportunity, he found another crack in the 'little train'.

The crack was tiny, not big enough for his body to pass through, but his soul should be able to. As long as he could establish a connection with his external clone, he could successfully escape.

Xiao Qianshou walked towards the crack. After only two steps, he found the scenery before him had changed again.

The room's furnishings had become relatively simpler: a table, a chair, and on the table, a stack of white paper, an abacus, a calculator, and a laptop.

This was Ba Suan's room. The calculator and laptop were tools Li Banfeng had provided for Ba Suan. Although Ba Suan wasn't entirely used to these tools, the computer's increasing specifications significantly boosted Ba Suan's efficiency, and he rarely got beaten by Hong Ying anymore.

Currently, Ba Suan was still in Tianyi City, so this room was empty. Moving Xiao Qianshou here was mainly because he was too fast, and Li Banfeng feared he would reach the main hall.

"A Qi, don't let him go to the main hall! This kid's lock-picking skills are too good!"

If Xiao Qianshou reached the main hall, he might open the main door. Of course, even if he opened it, Li Banfeng could still shift him to another room, but then it would become a contest of speed.

When facing an opponent like Xiao Qianshou, never take chances; try to keep him moving within the middle sections of the 'train'.

Xiao Qianshou didn't linger in the eighth room. He felt for the door and entered the ninth. Staying an extra second in any room could mean his death. To escape the 'little train', he needed to create more chaos.

Zhao Xiaowan communicated with Li Qi telepathically. She would guard the tenth room, Hong Ying the eighth, and Li Qi the main hall, leaving Jiu'er to deal with Xiao Qianshou alone.

Xiao Qianshou wasn't hard to fight, but hard to catch. Having more people wouldn't help; blocking his escape routes was the proper approach.

Li Banfeng used the Expanding Inner Space technique to set up the arrangement, and Jiu'er cornered Xiao Qianshou in the ninth room.

"Old Clamp, stop running! Where else can you go?" Jiu'er waved her hand, and a row of wooden sticks, each about a foot long and a finger thick, flew out of her sleeve.

These were sticks specifically custom-made for Jiu'er by the record player. As long as Jiu'er threw them onto the ground, they would stand upright, helping her form a formation.

The ninth room was Jiu'er's most familiar space; every dimension was under her control.

She intended to use the Bewildering Flower Array. To Li Banfeng, this array was merely for hiding things, but for Jiu'er, it had many uses; with just two sticks placed, she could make Xiao Qianshou lose his way.

After placing one stick, Jiu'er was about to set the second when the first stick disappeared.

Jiu'er was a Sky-Tier traveler cultivator, and her speed shouldn't be slower than Xiao Qianshou's. Yet, the way Xiao Qianshou stole the sticks, Jiu'er didn't perceive it at all.

She placed another stick, and the previous one vanished again.

In a flash, over a dozen sticks had been placed, but only one remained stuck in the ground.

"You old thief!" Jiu'er stomped down in fury, crushing Myriad Rivers beneath her foot and stepping on it.

This proved more effective than the array, forcing Xiao Qianshou to defend himself, and the stolen sticks he had just taken fell all over the floor.

These sticks were unusable, broken by the Stampede of Myriad Rivers.

Xiao Qianshou used the technique of Substituting Beams and Pillars, using the stolen sticks to absorb the attack for him.

Jiu'er wanted to follow up with another move, but Xiao Qianshou let out a cold laugh.

A whooshing sound.

Jiu'er, who heard the laughter, found a wound over five inches long on her arm.

Xiao Qianshou laughed repeatedly, and Jiu'er quickly covered her ears.

Laughter Art: A Dagger Hidden in a Smile.

As long as one heard the laughter or saw the smiling face, the 'dagger' could strike.

While Jiu'er was busy parrying, Xiao Qianshou felt for the door crack and had already escaped to the tenth room.

The Portable Abode quickly reminded Li Banfeng: "A Qi, change his location! There's a crack in the tenth room!"

The tenth room had a crack, left from the fight with the old train. Xiao Qianshou could contact his external contingency. He had been running all this way specifically for the tenth room.

Xiao Qianshou found the crack's location on the wall to the left of the door. It was invisible to the eye, but could be probed with a needle tip.

Just as Xiao Qianshou managed to poke a thread-like protrusion into the crack, Li Banfeng used the Expanding Inner Space technique again, shifting Xiao Qianshou to the eighth room.

"That son of a bitch!" Xiao Qianshou cursed, only to see Hong Ying waiting for him in the eighth room.

Before Xiao Qianshou could react, Hong Ying's spear tip was already pointing at his nose.

"Old thief, move again, just try me?" In terms of speed, Hong Ying was confident she was faster than Xiao Qianshou.

Xiao Qianshou suddenly burst into laughter, and Hong Ying laughed along. "Old thief, that trick won't work anymore. No matter how much you laugh today, I'm taking your life."

With the spear tip at his throat and Hong Ying's combat power, Xiao Qianshou couldn't escape with just "Universal Celebration."

But Hong Ying didn't expect that this move wasn't "Universal Celebration."

She kept laughing along, but no sound came out; her expression just became more and more exaggerated with each laugh.

The corners of her mouth stretched upwards, nearly reaching her ears.

The corners of her eyes drooped downwards, almost touching the tip of her nose.

Hong Ying clutched her agonizing cheeks, struggling with great effort to break free from the technique.

This was the Laughter Art: Beaming with Joy.

This technique could only be used one-on-one. Although its range wasn't as wide as "Universal Celebration," its destructive power was much greater.

A person struck by this technique, if they kept laughing, would laugh until their face cracked open.

Hong Ying's face had grown inch by inch, little by little; how could she bear to ruin it like this?

She distanced herself, barely managing to break free from the technique, when a clump of mud landed squarely on her face.

Where did Old Clamp get this mud?

This mud was burrowing into her flesh!

This was the Mud Art: Mud-Covered Face. This damned old clamp still had tricks up his sleeve!

No wonder he kept hoping Qilang would appear when they fought; this damned old clamp had been hoarding a bunch of techniques and didn't want to reveal them!

Xiao Qianshou certainly wouldn't have been willing to reveal them.

What use was "Beaming with Joy" against a shadow? Could a shadow's face crack from laughing?

And what use was "Mud-Covered Face"?

Was a shadow afraid of mud?

Hong Ying was furious; Old Clamp Xiao had been ruining her face.

After two rounds of maneuver, Hong Ying suddenly vanished before Xiao Qianshou.

In Hong Ying's plan, Xiao Qianshou would surely track her movements, allowing her to trap the old thief and then beat him to a pulp.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Qianshou endured "Fleeting Glimpse" and immediately opened the door, escaping the eighth room.

As "Fleeting Glimpse" took effect, Xiao Qianshou's chest became a bloody mess. He had truly taken a brutal hit this time.

But Xiao Qianshou knew very well that there was no room for delay when fighting Hong Ying. Selling his blood to escape was absolutely worth it.

Now he had two goals: first, to try and open the main door of the 'little train' and escape with his physical body.

Second, if his body couldn't get out, he'd let his soul escape. As long as he found that crack from earlier, he could contact his contingency.

The main door was in the main hall, and the crack was in the tenth room. Finding these two rooms was key to escaping.

Xiao Qianshou passed through the seventh room to the sixth, which was uneventful, and then he reached the fifth room.

As he passed through the fifth room, Xiao Qianshou noticed the walls lit up.

It lit up, fine, but he didn't want to waste time here.

As he was opening the door, a woman appeared on the wall. She held fresh flowers, stood in a field, and smiled at Xiao Qianshou.

A halo shimmered from the woman's mouth. The moment the halo enveloped Xiao Qianshou, he felt his body being pulled into the wall.

This was no illusion; Xiao Qianshou lost his footing and was truly about to be sucked in!

He pulled a dagger from his sleeve, chopped off his left hand, and threw it to the ground.

He then used Substituting Beams and Pillars, using his left hand to substitute for his body.

His left hand disappeared within the halo, consumed by the Fifth Room Maiden.

The moment he saw the technique, Xiao Qianshou was stunned: "This is Hundred Flower Kill! You are Come Without Fear—"

Before he could finish, the halo enveloped Xiao Qianshou again. This time, Xiao Qianshou couldn't steady himself. He still wanted to cut off a piece of his own flesh to block the attack for him, but now he couldn't even hold a knife.

Xiao Qianshou was filled with regret, blaming himself for how smoothly he had passed through the previous two rooms, causing him to lower his guard when he reached this one. If he had been even slightly cautious, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

Just as he was about to be entirely sucked in, the Maiden's singing echoed from outside the door.

"Let human skin serve as rent, leave remnant souls to hear the clepsydra's faint sound. The Underworld Inn knows no dawn or dusk, a hundred generations of life and death, but a single dream!"

The record player entered the fifth room, and a cloud of steam enveloped Xiao Qianshou.

Fortunately, the record player arrived quickly, otherwise Xiao Qianshou would have been swallowed alive by the Fifth Room Maiden.

The record player scolded, "You hussy, is this how you entertain guests?"

Seeing the record player arrive, the Fifth Room Maiden quickly retreated deep into the field, her face full of grievance.

Xiao Qianshou was still shaken and gasping for breath.

Enveloped in steam, Zhao Xiaowan offered a few words of comfort: "Senior, don't be afraid. That hussy wanted to eat you, but I stopped her."

"You really stopped her?" Xiao Qianshou smiled, using his Laughter Art.

The Maiden then burst into laughter. "Could I possibly lie to you? Such excellent material as you, I'd definitely keep for myself to eat. How could I leave it for others?"

Xiao Qianshou opened the door, intending to run, but Li Qi was standing outside.

Li Qi laughed along with the record player. Amidst the laughter, the Maiden's song, "Underworld Inn," became even more mournful and beautiful: "Moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; the Road to the Underworld winds past Ghost Gate Pass. A lonely lamp illuminates a tattered sign, a shop name written in blood, suspended in the wind."

Within the singing, there were faint sounds of chatter and laughter, as if innkeepers were beckoning customers at the door.

"Guest, please come in!"

Under the terror, Xiao Qianshou's soul became unstable, seemingly on the verge of leaving his body.

Li Banfeng kept laughing and casually used Five Horses Dissecting the Corpse.

Xiao Qianshou acted first, trying to steal Li Banfeng's tendons, bones, and internal organs, but he couldn't steal anything.

"Boundless Traveler." Xiao Qianshou believed his sneak attack was successful, but it had no effect. He realized Li Banfeng had used a very powerful technique.

In Xiao Qianshou's understanding, a technique like "Boundless Traveler" could not be performed through a magical artifact.

Could it be that Li Qi used the Deep Mansion technique, borrowing it from Hong Ying?

In Xiao Qianshou's memory, Hong Ying had cultivation beyond the clouds, possessing three Sky-Tier techniques, none of which included "Boundless Traveler."

Five Horses Dissecting the Corpse took effect, and Xiao Qianshou's body split apart.

Severely wounded, Xiao Qianshou could no longer control his soul. The record player let out a whoosh and sucked Xiao Qianshou's soul into its horn.

"Brothers and sisters, quickly come to the table and eat!" The record player's water tank was violently churning. This meal seemed to be a bit too much to digest.

Jiu'er cautioned everyone, "Be extra careful while eating; this old thief has many hands."

Glove added, "That's right, you need to be wary of all these hands. Some no longer have consciousness, but some are still alive."

This was no ordinary meal; everyone in the household dared not be negligent.

Although Li Qi had previously killed a Blade Cultivator Patriarch and brought back a Strength Cultivator Chief, the quality of those individuals couldn't compare to Xiao Qianshou.

In terms of both cultivation and Daoist attainment, Xiao Qianshou was a top-tier existence. For anyone in the household, getting even a bite from him would bring a significant improvement to themselves.

Even the usually taciturn Second Room spoke up: "Brother Banfeng, we can often spar with techniques."

Banfeng Yi smiled. "Old Jia, do you understand what that means?"

Li Banfeng nodded. "He wants a piece of meat. Give it to him."

"Don't rush! Let him explain what he means by 'sparring' first!"

In the past, when learning Shadow Arts, Banfeng Yi would always coax and beg. Today, Banfeng Yi wanted to change his approach.

Li Banfeng looked at the record player, sensing that the Maiden's condition wasn't right.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

The record player's water tank was continuously churning.

The horn unpredictably spewed steam, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

"Maiden, what's wrong with you?" Li Banfeng stepped forward to check the record player's condition.

The record player's body suddenly expanded, becoming twice its original size. Li Banfeng had to crane his neck to look at it.

Before long, the record player's body shrunk again, becoming roughly the same size as Li Banfeng.

"My dear Maiden, what's wrong with you? Everyone stop eating and come see what's happening!"

The family looked at the record player. The record player panted, "Husband, this servant feels very hot."

"Are you running a fever?"

Li Banfeng quickly found a bucket of water to cool down the Maiden.

"Maiden, I'll wipe you down first. Calabash, you check what's wrong with the Maiden. Jiu'er, do you know anything about medicine? Just tell me the symptoms, and I'll use High Pillow, No Worries—"

*Gulp!*

The Maiden extended her large horn and swallowed Li Banfeng's head.

Li Banfeng's muffled voice called out, "Maiden, you really are hot! Maiden, please let me out first. Tell your husband what's bothering you."

Seeing this, everyone assumed it was just the couple being affectionate and paid no mind, continuing to eat.

Glove grew anxious. "The master told you to stop eating! Didn't you hear? Get the master out first!"

Everyone stepped forward, grabbing Li Banfeng and pulling him out. After a long pull, they finally extracted Li Banfeng's head.

Li Banfeng's hair was permed into big waves. This wasn't a big deal, but the crucial point was that the Maiden's temperature remained very high.

Li Banfeng opened the casing and found many pipes inside were red-hot.

"Maiden, what exactly is happening?"

"Husband, this servant seems to have gained weight!"

"Gaining weight is good. The fatter the wife, the more prosperous the family." Li Banfeng carefully dipped a towel in cool water and used it to cool down the Maiden.

"Husband, this servant wants to bear you a big, chubby baby."

"Bearing babies is good. They'll definitely look like you." A gear had come out of its slot. Li Banfeng carefully restored the gear to its original position.

"Husband, do you really think it's good if the baby looks like me?"

"Good! My Maiden is so beautiful. If we have a daughter, she'll definitely be a peerless beauty."

"Husband, I knew you adored me."

*Clunk!*

The rear casing door closed, and Li Banfeng's head was stuck in the back again.

Glove led everyone to pull open the casing door, and Li Banfeng broke free.

The record player got angry, spewing steam all over the room.

"Madam, your behavior today is a bit too artistic." The projector's candlelight flickered, using the Withering Art to absorb the steam in the room.

The record player snuggled next to Li Banfeng, whining playfully, "I just want my husband!"

The Portable Abode understood clearly: "A Qi, take Xiaowan to the thirteenth room. It's quieter there. She might be undergoing rebirth!"

Rebirth?

Li Banfeng had no concept of this. In his impression, the Maiden had always been perfectly fine.

"A Qi, hurry!"

Li Banfeng carried the Maiden to the thirteenth room. After a moment of intimacy, the Maiden calmed down somewhat.

The Portable Abode said, "A Qi, I'll lock the door. Try to visit her whenever you have time."

The record player was reluctant to let Li Banfeng go. "Husband, stay and accompany me."

Li Banfeng truly couldn't leave the record player. The Portable Abode urged, "A Qi, obey. Let this girl stay in the main hall by herself." The others were still eating. They didn't know why Li Banfeng had sent the record player into the thirteenth room, nor could they hear what the Portable Abode had said.

Jiu'er finished eating, wiped her lips, and said, "Zhao Xiaowan said she wants to have a baby for A Qi, but how can she give birth with her structure?"

Hong Ying snorted. "Shallow! What's wrong with her structure? Does it hinder Qilang from doing things?"

Jiu'er looked at Hong Ying's face. "Yingying, you've grown a brain."

Hong Ying was furious. "Who are you insulting?"

"I'm not insulting you. Your forehead has grown out!" Jiu'er was very surprised, and everyone in the family was surprised.

"Everyone move aside!" Hong Ying pushed everyone away and went to the dressing table, staring at her reflection for a long time.

Not only her forehead had grown out, but also her temples downwards, and cheekbones upwards; essentially, her entire facial structure was complete.

At least the bone structure and flesh were complete, though the skin was still a little lacking.

Tears welled up in Hong Ying's eyes. Jiu'er walked behind her and began to comb Hong Ying's hair.

"Jiu'er, just tell me if I look good!" Hong Ying applied some rouge to her face, covering the color of her skin.

"Beautiful, Yingying is the most beautiful," Jiu'er wiped Hong Ying's tears. "Don't cry, your rouge is smeared."

"Just tell me, is there anything to criticize about my appearance and figure?"

"No, who would dare criticize our Yingying?"

Hong Ying snorted. "You're not being sincere. If you wanted to criticize, you could definitely find something."

Jiu'er sighed helplessly. "Let me take a closer look. Yingying, your face is perfect in every way, except for that original spearhead which is still there, a bit higher than your forehead. So, you have a chair horn growing on top of your head."

Hong Ying touched it. Indeed, there was a spearhead on top of her head.

"This small thing, it won't be an issue, will it?" A knot formed in Hong Ying's heart.

"It won't be an issue. I'll style your hair into a bun, guaranteed to cover it completely."

Tang Dao, standing by, ventured to ask, "General Hong, if I may be so bold, since the spearhead is still there, is your head hollow or solid?"

Jiu'er's nose twitched. She held it in for a long time but couldn't resist, finally letting out a snort of laughter.

Hong Ying was furious. She kicked Tang Dao flying, then turned and pinned Jiu'er down. "You haven't eaten any less meat. Let's see what you've grown!"

Jiu'er struggled fiercely. "I haven't grown anything! You wretch, don't rip my clothes!"

Li Banfeng exited the Portable Abode and stood on the main street of Iron Gate Fortress.

The old man's voice reached his ears: "A Qi, we need to deal with that old thief's contingency."

"I think his soul is quite intact; my Maiden ate it all clean. Even if there's a contingency left, it's probably just one hand."

Glove said, "Master, we should listen to the old man on this. It's best not to leave any loose ends."

Li Banfeng walked towards the cinema and asked Glove, "Is there any reaction here?"

Xiao Qianshou had come with the Ghost Hand Sect. The Ghost Hand Sect worked for He Jiaqing, and this group running the cinema also worked for He Jiaqing. To find the contingency, they definitely had to start at the cinema.

Still about a hundred meters from the cinema, Li Banfeng heard intense arguing.

"You dare plant a love root in my eyes? Who sent you to cause trouble?!" The voice was Wu Yongchao's.

"You need to have evidence for your words! I cannot accept such baseless accusations!" This was Shen Jiming from the film company.

"You still dare to argue! Even my house spirit saw through it! I'm fighting you to the end today!"

Wu Yongchao's voice grew louder and louder. Lights came on one after another in the homes throughout Iron Gate Fortress.

The house cultivators emerged from their homes and surrounded the cinema.

A smile appeared on Li Banfeng's face.

Glove commented, "Master, if they make such a fuss, our task will become difficult."

Li Banfeng laughed. "Now that they know how to make a fuss, things will be easier in the future."