Knocking on the Gate (This Chapter Is Explosive)

Li Banfeng was worried that someone might try to sabotage him.

The person who throws stones down the cliff needs a crowbar to move even a single stone. How could such a person climb down a cliff dozens of meters high and kill a three-story House Cultivator?

Li Banfeng didn't believe it!

He suspected that the people in Iron Gate Fort had killed Lao Hu.

Old Hu refused to pay the money and wanted to fight the bandits of Flying Eagle Mountain.

He was old and had been with Iron Gate Fort for a long time, even more senior than the fort lord. Such a person was likely to become the fort lord's target for elimination.

Old Hu is dead now, who's next?

In Li Banfeng's opinion, it should be Wu Yongchao's turn this time.

Wu Yongchao also advocates war and has a high level of cultivation, which is clearly a threat to the fortress lord.

Why did Li Banfeng attribute all the suspicions to the lord of the fortress?

Indeed, in Li Banfeng's view, the most suspicious person right now is this fortress lord.

An eight-story House Cultivator couldn't keep out bandits?

Either his cultivation level is fake, or he's in cahoots with the bandits to oppress these honest people.

Li Banfeng repeatedly instructed, "Don't go out until you hear me knocking on the door."

Wu Yongchao didn't understand.

Home Spirit reminded him, "Son, listen to him. As long as you're inside the house, those bastards won't dare touch you. Even if they do dare come, we'll fight them together!"

Wu Yongchao thought that Li Banfeng couldn't hear the Home Spirit's voice, but in fact Li Banfeng could hear it clearly; he had the Discern Spiritual Sounds Technique.

This honest man was indeed lucky; he encountered a good Home Spirit and a good "Peddler".

Li Banfeng was about to leave when Wu Yongchao stopped him, saying, "Don't go out. Stay here for now. If the lord of the fortress finds out..."

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "You let outsiders stay at home without discussing it with the Home Spirit. That's not a good habit of yours."

I have a way to keep your lord from finding out. Remember this: when I knock, you must open the door.

If the lord of the fortress were truly an eighth-level House Cultivator, I would have been exposed long ago.

If the lord's cultivation level isn't too high, I'll have some fun with him.

At three in the morning, Li Banfeng, carrying a sickle, used his agility as Travel Cultivator to climb up the cliff.

The steep cliff was difficult to climb, and Li Banfeng's hands were bled from the friction.

The Wine Gourd whispered in his ear, "Little brother, are you really going to get involved in this?"

"Yes, I will." Li Banfeng answered decisively.

"These honest people may not be of any use to you in the future."

"This has nothing to do with whether it's useful or not."

Li Banfeng climbed onto the platform, rested for a while in his Portable Abode, and returned to the platform around six o'clock.

Eleven people have already arrived at the platform: ten to work and one foreman to supervise. They are carefully preparing the stones.

Upon seeing Li Banfeng arrive, the leader of the underlings trembled and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and glared at Li Banfeng menacingly.

Li Banfeng lowered his voice and said, "The gang sent me over to check on things. You guys just keep working and don't make any noise."

The gang leader sized Li Banfeng up and down. "From a gang? I've never seen you before?"

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "You haven't seen me before because you shouldn't have seen me. Why ask so many questions?"

"Whom are you working for?"

"Still asking?" Li Banfeng frowned.

The small-time leader was a bit timid, and Li Banfeng looked somewhat intimidating.

That's right. People you don't know in the mountain stronghold must be people of status; you can't just ask them.

"Well, you should at least give me your surname, so I can have an explanation when our master asks."

"One kick (Li)," Li Banfeng replied.

Li Banfeng can still understand the basic slang of "Diamanpangen".

"Okay." The foreman didn't dare ask any more questions and urged his henchmen to get to work quickly.

Their task was to wait for Luo Dagui, the gunner, to finish speaking, and then throw stones down.

Eleven people, that's quite a lot.

Li Banfeng was a little worried about fighting so many people at once without making too much of a commotion.

Seeing how they were working, Li Banfeng felt relieved.

Just as he had expected, someone who could move stones with a carrying pole and a crowbar was probably not an expert.

Judging from their strength, these people are not even cultivators.

Li Banfeng took a step and came up behind the leader, covered his mouth with his left hand, and swung his knife with his right hand, first slitting his neck.

Everyone was busy working with their heads down. Li Banfeng killed almost half of them with one slash each before anyone could react.

"What are you doing...?"

Li Banfeng thrust out Iron Ruler and pierced the man's throat.

The five henchmen below him rushed up together and fought Li Banfeng to the death.

Li Banfeng used his Mandarin Duck Halberds to chop them all down, sending the dead and the half-dead into Portable Abode.

After getting ready, Li Banfeng headed down the mountain.

At six o'clock, Ma Dingfu came to knock on the door again, and Wu Yongchao hid behind the door without saying a word.

"Xiao Wu, you're a tough guy. Hiding like this isn't a solution. I know you're short on cash. Tell me how much you can give me. If it's not enough, I'll lend you some."

If you keep hiding like this, that won't do. We, the House Cultivator, aren't spineless.

If you really can't afford this, you can move out. Keeping yourself here and endangering everyone's lives isn't what a man should do!

No matter what Ma Dingfu said, Wu Yongchao just wouldn't go out.

At the entrance to the mountain stream, Sui Donglan hid among the weeds, waiting for the "Peddler" to appear.

It was almost eight o'clock, but the Peddler hadn't arrived. Whoosh! Whoosh! The steam whistle blared, and the steam gate closed.

Oh no, bandits are coming!

Sui Donglan wanted to run away, but her legs felt weak.

After much deliberation, he finally managed to stand up, only to see a dozen burly men walking towards him from a distance.

These dozen or so men, dressed in heavy long gowns, wearing large leather hats and masks with ferocious expressions, carried a large wooden box that was one meter high, one meter wide, and more than two meters long, and arrived at the entrance of the valley.

Sui Donglan quickly burrowed into the bushes, covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face, and yellow liquid gushing from her trouser legs.

These are thieves from Flying Eagle Mountain!

That damned Peddler made me wait here, and now I've finally met him!

Clang!

Several burly men placed the large wooden crate on the ground, opened the lid, cranked the handle, and a large loudspeaker with a diameter of eighty centimeters rose out of the crate.

What is this?

The burly man looked around, seemingly checking if anyone else was nearby.

Sui Donglan bit her lip until it bled, and remained silent.

"Fort Lord Zhou, are you home?" Luo Dagui called out.

Suddenly, a sound came from the loudspeaker, making Sui Donglan's chest ache.

So that's what they used to shout; no wonder the sound was so loud.

Sui Donglan recalled her experience during the massacre of the village at Flying Eagle Mountain. Every time she heard the noise, it was so loud that it could scare people to death.

She had thought this was the work of a high-level cultivator, but she never expected the sound to come from this thing.

The yellow liquid stopped the bleeding.

Sui Donglan didn't seem so scared anymore.

"Fort Lord Zhou, you discussed with me yesterday about giving me a few more days' grace regarding the money, and I agreed to that. So I didn't kill any of your people today!"

But we need to make things clear. You said you'd take it easy, but what exactly do you mean by taking it easy? You can't come up with ten thousand silver dollars, but you must have three thousand, right? Let me take three thousand with me today!

The House Cultivator in the fortress all had their eyes light up when they heard this.

The situation has eased!

The lord of the fortress is indeed capable; he managed to negotiate a settlement.

Three thousand dollars is easy to raise; ten dollars per family is enough.

Just as everyone was rejoicing, they heard a voice from outside the door. "Fort Lord Zhou, you're not going to answer, are you? Well then, I won't be polite!"

Why isn't Fort Lord Zhou replying?

You don't even want to give three thousand silver dollars?

Luo Dagui said he was going to be impolite, was he going to throw stones again?

The group of House Cultivator were terrified, but no matter how scared they were, they stayed inside the house, even if they were crushed to death inside, they were unwilling to give up their house.

Ma Dingfu stood quietly in the middle of the road, knowing that a stone would fall soon.

These House Cultivator need to be taught a lesson.

After waiting for a while, no stones appeared.

Ma Dingfu was puzzled, and Luo Dagui, who was standing outside the door, was also puzzled.

These bastards, didn't they hear what I said?

"I'm really not going to hold back!" he roared again, and someone behind him turned a wheel on the box, making the noise even louder than before.

After waiting for a long time, the stone still didn't appear.

Luo Dagui panicked; he realized something might have gone wrong.

"Fine, Fort Lord Zhou, I don't want to ruin things today. I'll come back for the three thousand silver dollars tomorrow, and another three thousand a few days later. If you keep delaying, we'll stick to the old rules and take one of your heads every day!"

Fort Lord Zhou finally spoke, "Cannon Head Luo, you're ruthless enough. I, Zhou, am afraid of you. I'll send you three thousand silver dollars tomorrow."

The House Cultivator in the fort were dumbfounded.

What's the meaning?

How is that ruthless enough?

No rocks fell from the cliff, and no one died in the fortress, so how can it be considered ruthless?

Sui Donglan was also puzzled. She had always thought that Fort Lord Zhou negotiated with Luo Dagui face to face, but she didn't see Fort Lord Zhou anywhere, she only heard Fort Lord Zhou's voice.

Was Fort Lord Zhou shouting from inside the fort?

He's too scared to come out?

This is of much lower quality.

Luo Dagui waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave quickly.

Sui Donglan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had finally survived this ordeal.

Clang, clang!

Upon hearing the drumbeat, Sui Donglan wet herself again.

Damn it, why is he here at this time!

Li Banfeng, carrying a sack on his back and shaking Pellet Drum, came to the front of the crowd.

"Don't rush off, let's discuss this some more. One kill a day is too much, how about one every two days?" Li Banfeng earnestly discussed with them.

Luo Dagui was startled and shouted angrily, "Who are you?"

"Peddler, huh!" Li Banfeng laughed. "I think everyone in Iron Gate Fort is an honest man, but they don't know how to do business. I'll do the negotiating for them, one head every two days. What do you think?"

Luo Dagui remained silent, while the dozen or so burly men around him all drew their weapons.

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "If you don't say anything, we'll take that as a yes. You can count them first; these heads are enough to cover several days' debts!"

He threw the sack on the ground, and eleven heads fell out.

Li Banfeng said, "One pill every two days, that'll last for twenty-two days, Cannon Head Luo, is that calculation correct?"

Luo Dagui shouted, "Charge!"

A dozen burly men rushed toward Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng picked up a sickle and slashed at a man's face, but the man dodged by looking up.

Li Banfeng turned his wrist, swept his knife horizontally, and slit the man's throat.

Being able to dodge one move proves that this person has some skill.

The others all seemed to have some level of cultivation.

Li Banfeng shouted, "Open the door! Fight them!"

He was very close to the loudspeaker, which was still picking up sound, and the people inside the fort could hear it clearly. Li Banfeng was knocking on the door.

He knocked on the door!

Wu Yongchao heard it clearly from inside the room.

Home Spirit said, "He said he was going to knock on the door, and I thought it was our house's main gate, but it turns out it's the fortress's gate. What should we do?"

"I have to open the door for him!" That's House Cultivator's stubbornness!

"No, don't be reckless, be careful of your lord!"

"I have to open the door for him!" Wu Yongchao rushed outside and headed straight for the boiler room.

Ma Dingfu was startled and shouted, "What do you want to do?"

"Open the door, fight the bandits!"

"No, I'm telling you, this won't do. Without the lord's order, no one is allowed to..." Ma Dingfu quietly followed behind Wu Yongchao, clutching a dagger in his hand.

The two were less than ten steps apart when Wu Yongchao suddenly turned around, holding a paintbrush in his hand. He swung it and stabbed it directly into Ma Dingfu's chest.

Ma Dingfu clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, the dagger falling from his hand.

"Trying to ambush me!" Wu Yongchao gritted his teeth. "You dare to try!"

He's an honest man, but honesty doesn't mean being stupid!

Li Banfeng repeatedly urged him to take precautions, so how could he not?

"You bastard, did you kill Lao Hu?!" Wu Yongchao stepped forward and kicked Ma Dingfu. Ma Dingfu did not move and seemed to be dead.

Wu Yongchao rushed into the boiler room and shouted at the crowd, "Open the door!"

The group looked at each other, puzzled by Wu Yongchao's meaning.

Without saying much, Wu Yongchao rushed forward and turned on the air valve.

Several boiler workers stepped forward to stop Wu Yongchao: "No, this requires the lord's order."

Wu Yongchao and several workers started fighting in the boiler room.

The fighting outside the door intensified. Li Banfeng used his sickle to knock down two people, and then two more tried to sneak up on him from behind. Suddenly, his Tang Blade was drawn, and he beheaded two people with a single stroke. He turned around and struck again, cutting down one of the men who was coming from the opposite direction.

" With Every Strike Takes a Head!" The Tang Blade immediately shrank and shrunk back into Li Banfeng's pocket.

The teapot spilled a splash of tea, scalding two people to death.

The Wine Gourd spewed out a mist of wine, Li Banfeng struck a match, burning three people to death.

The pendulum struck one person's neck, instantly draining him dry, and then struck another person on the back of the head.

None of these people had a cultivation level exceeding the second level.

Li Banfeng, a dual cultivator at the fourth level, quickly dealt with more than a dozen burly men.

Only Luo Dagui remained, and he seemed quite composed.

"Impressive skills," Luo Dagui said, shaking the speaker and putting it away to make sure it stopped recording. Luo Dagui then asked Li Banfeng, "What gang are you from?"

Li Banfeng shook the Pellet Drum in his hand. "Peddler, naturally, follows the Peddler's way."

"We don't usually have any grudges. When I first started practicing, I even took your medicine powder. It's quite a coincidence."

"Is that so?" Li Banfeng feigned surprise. "You must have taken my junior brother's medicine powder. But speaking of which, what sect do you belong to?"

"Judging from your posture, you don't seem like a martial arts practitioner. Are you a fraud?"

Luo Dagui nodded. "You guessed it, I was a fraud, a fraud at the seventh level."

Seven floors!

The Daoist sect wasn't right, but they were right about his cultivation level; this guy really is at the seventh level.

Li Banfeng took half a step back.

Luo Dagui chuckled, "Friend, whether you're a senior or junior, you've taken advantage of the situation today and satisfied your ego. I advise you to know when to quit while you're ahead."

You keep calling yourself Peddler, but if I'm not mistaken, you're nowhere near his level. If I were to actually make a move, you wouldn't last a single hit.

The reason I didn't touch you is because I'm worried you might actually have some connection with the Peddler, and I don't want to offend the real Peddler for the sake of this little bit of business at Iron Gate Fort.

You know the reputation of Flying Eagle Mountain here. There's no need for us to hold a grudge. Let's each take a step back and call it a day. What do you say?

The imposing aura made Li Banfeng tremble slightly.

With cultivation levels at the fourth level, can I handle level seven?

Two four-story buildings together make eight stories, right?

Nonsense! You can't calculate it like that!

Is he really on the seventh floor?

A cultivator at the seventh level leading so many lowly fodder into battle?

As Li Banfeng was pondering, he suddenly heard the steam gate rattle.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

Wu Yongchao knocked all the workers out of the boiler room and opened the door.

Li Banfeng gritted his teeth!

There are two or three hundred House Cultivator in the fort, and this is their front door.

The highest cultivation level reached the fourth level.

Is there any chance of winning?

Li Banfeng sighed and said, "Fine, let's each give way today."

"Good!" Luo Dagui nodded, praising, "Knowing when to advance and retreat, understanding principles, he'll be a promising person in the future..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Banfeng took a small step and got close.

What kind of House Cultivator can't even guard his own door?

Let's give it our all!

Li Banfeng swung his sickle and slashed at the opponent's throat.

He didn't expect the knife to hit; he just wanted to gain the upper hand.

This Luo Dagui probably isn't at level seven. I'll pressure him first, then when the House Cultivator in the fortress rush out, we'll attack from both sides and try to win...

The head was severed.

Li Banfeng's blade flashed, and Luo Dagui's head was severed.

This guy...

Li Banfeng picked up Luo Dagui's head and examined it for a long time, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

With that level of cultivation, he can still be a cannon fodder in a mountain stronghold!

Is the threshold for becoming a bandit really that low?

Where does his imposing aura come from?

Is this a talent for deceiving repairmen?

The steam gate opened, Wu Yongchao stood at the door, nervously watching the "Peddler".

Behind him, a group of House Cultivator watched the "Peddler" nervously.

Li Banfeng, holding up Luo Dagui's head, shouted to the crowd, "The artillery leader of Flying Eagle Mountain is dead!"

The House Cultivator couldn't believe that the "Peddler" would kill the people of Flying Eagle Mountain.

They didn't understand why the Peddler was helping them.

They couldn't even believe that the head in the Peddler's hand really belonged to Luo Dagui.

Seeing their questioning looks, Li Banfeng removed Luo Dagui's mask. "Look closely, do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"You are House Cultivator. No matter who attacks your doorstep, you must take their head. Protecting your home is the dignity of House Cultivator!"

The House Cultivator were very excited, and many of them even shed tears.

Li Banfeng also felt that what he said was quite touching.

A woman called out, "Lord of the Castle!"

Li Banfeng was taken aback.

What master?

They call me Lord of the Castle?

This is too much...

Li Banfeng felt embarrassed.

Wu Yongchao said in a trembling voice, "You killed the lord of the fortress."

He meant...

This is...

Lord of the castle?

Li Banfeng stared at Luo Dagui's head for a moment.

He said with deep emotion, "I'll take it..."

PS: How could he be the lord of the castle?

Wasn't the lord of the fortress just talking to him?