House Cultivator's Fourth-Layer Skill

The Tang Blade severed the flower's neck, and the flower bud fell to the ground.

Dreaming Bellflower was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of her techniques.

Having broken free from the constraints of Dream Cultivator techniques, Li Banfeng could easily wake up at this point.

The Wine Gourd sprayed a mouthful of wine onto Li Banfeng's face, and the hot, spicy liquid brought Li Banfeng back to consciousness.

"My lord, you're finally awake!" Tang Blade exclaimed with delight.

While Tang Blade was looking at Li Banfeng, a stamen emerged from among the petals, trying to burrow into the ground.

The Tang Blade suddenly rose up and cleaved the flower stamen in two.

Did he think that Tang Blade would be distracted if he spoke to Li Banfeng?

You're overthinking it.

Even if Tang Blade is fighting Li Banfeng, as long as Dreaming Bellflower dares to escape, Tang Blade can still kill her.

The lower half of the flower stamen was no longer moving, while the upper half was still struggling.

Li Banfeng held the upper half of the flower stamen in his hand, and the flower stamen cried out in a hoarse voice, "Spare me! I know I was wrong! Spare me!"

Li Banfeng wanted to just strangle Dreaming Bellflower, but then he suddenly remembered something.

The Folding Fan was reforged by Red Lotus, but it still lacks some spiritual essence.

Li Banfeng asked the gourd, "Is this flower spiritual enough?"

After pondering for a moment, Hulu said, "The Dreaming Bellflower is a rare thing, and it certainly has enough spiritual energy, but it's best to let eldest sister deal with it first."

She said "big sister" meant the record player.

The record player has been dormant for so many days, it's about time it woke up. How about I try adding some Machine Oil tonight?

Li Banfeng was about to take Huarui into his Portable Abode when he heard Huarui cry out, "Grandpa, I only have half a body left. I won't live more than half a day before I die!"

You are a kind-hearted person, please have mercy and take my remaining body with you. From now on, I will serve you every day, and I will do whatever you ask!

Li Banfeng is really soft-hearted. Seeing such special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't have thrown them out. What if they could be used to Pill Refining?

He took the entire Dreaming Bellflower plant into his Portable Abode, and the Dreaming Bellflower was extremely grateful.

The pendulum chuckled inwardly, "This stupid woman, wouldn't it be better to die quickly? By the time the First Madam wakes up, it will be too late for you to die."

Sure enough, the record player woke up.

I wasn't awakened from sleep; I was woken up by Dreaming Bellflower.

Upon entering Portable Abode, Dreaming Bellflower behaved herself, staying obediently in the vase without daring to utter a sound.

After Li Banfeng left, all the magical artifacts followed him away, and Dreaming Bellflower couldn't help but start singing.

It's her nature, and she can't control it.

Even when seriously ill, they still have to go on stage while they are alive.

He died on stage and then lingered in the dance hall for seven days.

Seven days later, instead of being reincarnated, it ran to a new land, transformed into Dreaming Bellflower, and continued to sing.

Over the years, countless lives have been lost to her singing, including passersby.

These people, after listening to her music, remained motionless for three days and three nights, until their bodies withered and their bones rotted away, eventually turning into a leaf on her body.

This Dreaming Bellflower, dressed in its evening gown, is a product of the audience's efforts.

But today she chose the wrong audience.

Red Lotus disliked her for being too talkative and had long wanted to take her away, but the Insect Chief was in the crucial stage of refining, so Red Lotus did not make a move for the time being.

Besides, Red Lotus doesn't eat raw food, so even if it destroys Dreaming Bellflower's form, it can't destroy her soul.

But if you wake up the record player, things will get really serious.

"You damn slut, you sing so awfully, and you keep howling like that!" Three needles pierced the petals at the same time, and amidst the wailing, they devoured the singer's soul completely.

The soul was consumed, but the Wife retained the spirit.

Only the spiritual Dreaming Bellflower remained, having lost most of her memories, remembering only a few lyrics. She stood by the bed and continued to sing.

The Wife exhaled a puff of steam, silencing the singer. "Listening to even one of your hums is an insult to my ears."

Red Lotus scoffed, "Wicked Woman, where did you get your ears?"

The record player yelled, "You bastard, hurry up and finish eating that bug's head! We're waiting for you to practice your magic weapon!"

That evening, Li Banfeng returned and discussed the matter of refining treasures with the record player.

The Wife said, "Dream Cultivator excel at sneak attacks, while virtue cultivators excel at maneuvering. By combining the spirituality of Dream Cultivator with the physical strength of a virtue cultivator, we can indeed refine a fine treasure that is both offensive and defensive."

However, the quality of this treasure depends on Sister Red Lotus's skills. Husband, why don't you think of a name for this treasure first?

"Let's call him Li Banfeng after a moment's thought, 'Dream Cultivator and Dream Virtue Cultivation'!"

The record player exclaimed in admiration, "What a wonderful name you've chosen, sir!"

Tang Blade snorted coldly, "So, even my lord can come up with nice names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Blade: "Isn't the name 'Second Blade' nice enough?"

As they were talking, Dreaming Bellflower, who was standing by the bed, began to sing again.

Li Banfeng asked in surprise, "Wasn't her soul eaten by the Wife? How come she still loves to sing so much?"

Clang clang~

"Oh, my husband, though the soul is gone, the spirit remains. This wretched woman loves to sing; it's simply her nature."

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and said, "Then refining magic weapons and whether or not one consumes souls seem to have no relation."

"Hey, my lord, you're mistaken. If we don't consume this wretched woman's soul, she won't forget her identity. Her magical artifact will be extremely difficult to forge, and even if it is, it will be difficult to control..."

The Wife offered an explanation.

To put it bluntly, consuming a soul is about consuming the other person's self-awareness.

Take Dreaming Bellflower as an example. If we allow her to retain her self-awareness, then we cannot redefine her.

She will not become a loyal minister or general like Tang Blade, nor a confidante like Hu Lu.

She was still that singer, the singer who would rather die than leave the stage. Under these circumstances, even if she had mastered the magic weapon, there would still be many thorny problems.

Retaining only the spirit is the best way to preserve the combat power of the magic weapon and ensure its execution. Of course, the spirit will also bring problems. As my Wife said before, all magic weapons have a cost, and this is a price that must be paid.

Copper Lotus is still working on the Insect Chief and cannot refine the magic weapon for the time being. The record player has no choice but to endure Dreaming Bellflower's singing.

"This woman loves to sing too much. You can't shut her up. If you could sing better, that would be fine. But this noise is like tearing a rag. How dare she show it off?"

Dreaming Bellflower stopped singing, staring intently at the record player, and retorted, "Do you sing well? If you're so capable, sing a verse yourself!"

The Blood-Containing Pendulum roared angrily, "How dare you!"

The record player wasn't annoyed. It exhaled a puff of steam, enveloping Dreaming Bellflower, and sang in a slow tempo. "You said you couldn't sing, and you still wouldn't accept it. Today I'll teach you a couple of lines. Listen carefully."

Winter Comes, Snow Vast.

I've made winter clothes to give to my sweetheart.

A beautiful woman is hidden in the house.

"Let's add another room for my husband!"

"Wait a minute!" Li Banfeng immediately stood up. "Wife, wait a minute, we're not ready yet, wait a minute, slow down!"

"The Four Seasons Song"!

"The Four Seasons Song" is not something to be sung casually.

This means he's getting a promotion.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a premonition that his Wife had been eating so many good things recently and seemed to be in quite good condition, so it was only natural that she would take Li Banfeng up to the fourth floor.

This process caught Li Banfeng off guard. A wave of steam swept over and sucked Li Banfeng directly into the horn opening.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng broke free from the horn-shaped opening, his hair, beard, and eyelashes all permed into big waves.

The record player looked at Dreaming Bellflower: "Have you learned it?"

Dreaming Bellflower dared not utter a sound.

She felt ashamed.

Her singing was truly unacceptable in front of the record player.

Li Banfeng wiped the water off his face, sat down next to his Wife, and asked, "Wife, let's not worry about her for now, let's talk about these four levels of techniques."

Clang clang~

"Hey, my lord, the fourth level of House Cultivator techniques is called 'Golden House Hides Beauty,' a technique that all House Cultivator in the world possess."

This technique is difficult, exceptionally difficult; you will need to spend some time and effort studying it carefully.

To Golden House Hides Beauty.

Li Banfeng laughed, then placed his hand under the stylus holder and scratched it, saying, "Wife, Golden House Hides Beauty I've been keeping hidden away is none other than you, isn't she?"

"Hey! Hey! Little Slave, please don't tickle my armpits! I'm ticklish, Little Slave can't stand it!"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe! Little Slave, please forgive me!"

"Laugh! I'll show you! You promoted me like that, without even a word. We'll see if you're still laughing when we get to the Machine Oil!"

"They won't let you apply Machine Oil, and they won't let you scratch your armpits."

"Little Slave know I was wrong, isn't knowing I was wrong enough? Little Slave, please stop teasing me, I really can't breathe..."

The room was filled with steam, hissing and puffing.

The gourd was very envious, while the other magical treasures dared not utter a sound. The Red Lotus presented the two of them with two clear dewdrops.

After calming down for a moment, the record player said, "This Little Slave will first teach you the principles of the technique. Could you please get some clay? If you don't have clay, flour will do."

Flour is definitely hard to find.

Li Banfeng recalled encountering some clay along the way.

He went out and returned in less than fifteen minutes with a bag of clay on his shoulder; that's how fast Travel Cultivator's pace was.

The Wife brought over an iron basin, added water, and asked Li Banfeng to mix the clay.

"Hey, my husband, use this clay to sculpt a beauty, the more beautiful the better."

Beauty?

What kind of beauties can be sculpted from clay?

We can't just look at the shape; we also have to consider the artistic conception.

Li Banfeng carefully considered the idea, then grabbed a lump of clay and shaped it into a large ball.

He grabbed a lump of clay and shaped it into a small ball.

He grabbed another lump of clay and rolled it into four long strips.

A small round ball is at the top.

The body is a large sphere.

Four long strips represent hands and feet.

The clay figure is finished.

After looking at the record player for a moment, he asked Li Banfeng, "Husband, do you call this a beauty?"

Li Banfeng fetched some rouge and painted red lips on the Clay Figure.

"My Wife, aren't you beautiful enough this time?"

The Wife sighed softly, "My husband is really unserious. The technique of Golden House Hides Beauty requires beauty. The object made must be an absolute beauty. The more beautiful the appearance, the stronger the fighting power."

Li Banfeng stared at the Clay Figure in his hand and said, "This thing still has fighting power?"

The record player nodded and said, "Once House Cultivator leaves home, they won't have an advantage against other sects. They'll have to rely entirely on the fourth level of their skills to boost their combat power."

My husband concentrated his mind and gave this Clay Figure a drop of blood.

Li Banfeng took an awl, pricked his fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood onto the Clay Figure.

"My lord, concentrate your mind and look at this Clay Figure!"

Li Banfeng stared at the Clay Figure for nearly ten minutes before Clay Figure slowly stood up.

It worked! It can move now!

Li Banfeng was pleasantly surprised.

The record player exclaimed in admiration, "My lord has such talent! Take this Clay Figure out and let him try his skills."

Li Banfeng led the Clay Figure out of the gate and saw a rabbit foraging for food in the wilderness.

Li Banfeng gave the Clay Figure the order, "Go and bring that rabbit back to me."

When experimenting with a technique for the first time, don't choose a target that's too difficult. The important thing is to build your confidence and establish a tacit understanding with the Clay Figure.

The Clay Figure received the order and began to chase the rabbit step by step.

He seemed a bit too slow; catching the rabbit was impossible, but catching the earthworm in front of him was still a possibility.

Chasing earthworms will also work!

I encountered a rock on the road.

The Clay Figure tripped and fell.

The Clay Figure's head fell off.

Then...

And that was the end of it.

Half an hour passed, and the Clay Figure remained motionless.

Li Banfeng picked up the Clay Figure and took it back to Portable Abode: "Wife, this thing isn't very useful."

Sizzle!

"Hey, my Little Slave, didn't I say that I must create a beautiful bride? The more beautiful the bride, the stronger she will be in battle."

"This is a clay sculpture, how would I know how to make this..." Li Banfeng scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Clay sculpting is indeed quite difficult, my husband. How are your painting skills?"

"Drawing skills? Just drawing? I'm pretty good at that."

"My lord, you may paint a Beauty Picture, but the beauty in the painting will be somewhat less powerful in combat."

Even with a discount, it's still much better than this useless Clay Figure.

Li Banfeng took out paper and pen and carefully drew a picture of a beautiful woman.

First, draw a small circle to make the head.

Draw another large circle to make the body.

Draw four more sticks to represent the four limbs.

After looking at it, the Wife asked again, "Husband, do you call this a beauty? I can't even tell it's a woman."

Can't you tell it's a woman?

No way!

Li Banfeng drew a few more long hairs on the "beauty".

The Wife examined it for a moment, then all three loudspeakers emitted smoke. "Wow, you madman, even a three-year-old child could draw a better picture than this!"

At dawn, House Centipede Woman's mother walked out of the Land Block, looking utterly lost.

She ignored the wild boars beside the Land Block and walked straight into the depths of the jungle.

The House Centipede Woman waited halfway, glaring fiercely at her mother.

Centipede Mother lowered her head and said, "Daughter, listen to your mother, things aren't what you think. I'm not the kind of person you think I am. I've fallen for his trick..."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting!" the House Centipede Woman roared. "Think about how many tricks you and he have played! Look at your old face, where are you going to put it now? How are we, mother and daughter, supposed to live on this land anymore!"

"Let's move," Centipede Mother sobbed. "We can't stay here any longer."

The Centipede Mother and Daughter are gone.

Ma Wu, struggling to support himself, looked at the wild boar outside the Land Block and shouted, "Are you coming or not?"

The wild boar trembled slightly, remained silent for a long time, and then its eyes changed.

He turned his head and walked into the depths of the jungle.

He felt relieved.

The forest is great; there are deer and sheep to eat, and after you've had your fill of meat, you can also eat some vegetables.

After eating your fill, you can take a nap, and when you wake up, you can find a big tree to rub against and scratch your itch.

Isn't this kind of life good?

Spiritual practice can be done gradually.

We must not squander our potential because of this little bit of cultivation.

The wild boar is gone.

Ma Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

The talent that Feng Daiku gave him was only useful to women.

This wild boar is male.

If it really charges in, Ma Wu will have no choice but to join forces with Little Genzi and fight it to the death.

The story of the Centipede Mother and Daughter has already spread within a radius of a hundred miles.

No outsiders want to come to this place.

The Local Earth God hovered above the Land Block, looking down at Ma Wu, and gritted his teeth, saying, "This one is even more shameless! Even more shameless than the last one!"

An eagle flew to the Local Earth God's side and whispered, "A Wandering Monster has come to the earth."

The Local Earth God frowned slightly. "What kind of monster?"

"It's a bagworm."

The Local Earth God laughed, "Lure her over here."

The Wandering Monster is here; she came on her own. Don't blame me for making things difficult for you!

Young man, if you value your life, get the hell out of here!

PS: Bagworm Moth Madam is not a single creature, but a type of Strange Monsters, as mentioned earlier and its origin and background will be introduced later.

For Ma Wu, the biggest test is coming.