Recognizing a Master

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, his flat face framed by a pair of black-rimmed glasses, silently watching the fortune teller in front of him.

The fortune teller smiled humbly and said, "Mr. Han, I've already told you everything. Do you think it's appropriate for us to make our move tonight?"

Han Juncheng sneered, "When my father was still the Guanfang Envoy, I wouldn't even bother to give someone like you a second glance."

The fortune teller nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you for your graciousness, Young Master Han. You are doing this to give face to my master."

Han Juncheng snorted, "Master? Who's your master? He Jiaqing?"

You have no idea who my father is. Back then, even for a businessman's son like He Jiaqing, getting an audience with me wasn't easy.

The fortune teller maintained his smile.

Han Juncheng is indeed arrogant, but that has nothing to do with being aloof.

"You guys were supposed to take action tonight, and you're only telling me now?" Han Juncheng was very dissatisfied with this.

The fortune teller explained, "The matter is urgent; originally, our master wanted to wait for a better opportunity..."

"Stop rambling, what's the point of saying so much?" Han Juncheng impatiently interrupted the fortune teller. "Go and prepare everything that needs to be prepared. We'll make our move at midnight tonight."

I utterly despise Iron Gate Fort. A bunch of poor bastards who can't even scrape together a few coins, never seen the world, and don't know any manners. After this is done, I'll have He Jiaqing find a chance to wipe them out. Just looking at them makes me sick.

As House Cultivator, Han Juncheng had also visited Iron Gate Fort.

He claimed to be a third-level House Cultivator, but in reality, he already had a sixth-level cultivation.

At first, he was able to hide it, but less than half a month later, Han Juncheng beat up an old lady who was selling vegetables over a trivial matter.

He used excessive force, and the old lady was seriously injured.

Judging from the techniques he used, Zhou Anju knew that Han Juncheng had already passed the fifth level, and that very night he kicked him out of the fortress.

Han Juncheng still harbors resentment and has always wanted to destroy Iron Gate Fort.

After setting the time, the fortune teller went to make preparations, while Han Juncheng and Home Spirit discussed matters.

He has Home Spirit, but he wants to recognize another Home Spirit tonight. Is it okay to do that?

Can.

The prerequisite is obtaining the consent of the Home Spirit.

Han Juncheng's Home Spirit is a woman. It's unclear what she saw in Han Juncheng, but she is completely obedient to him and will agree to anything Han Juncheng asks.

"Juncheng, you must be very careful. There are many experts in Iron Gate Fort." The expert she was referring to was Home Spirit.

Han Juncheng sneered, "So what if there's a master? Home Spirit is just a servant of House Cultivator."

Home Spirit didn't say anything more.

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, looking at the sky with a cold expression.

The fortune teller entered Iron Gate Fort, and surprisingly, his business found a large market there.

House Cultivator is very superstitious and is particularly obsessed with things like fortune telling, character analysis, and palm reading.

The fortune teller toured the village and consulted with more than thirty households in one day.

People who consulted him for fortune telling all said he was accurate, but after returning home satisfied, they all felt sleepy.

He sleeps when he's tired; House Cultivator is quite carefree in this respect.

But I slept very soundly, and didn't want to get up until late at night.

This is the method of the Seven Layers of Disease Cultivator, and this physiognomist is none other than Wan Jinxian.

He caused every House Cultivator who had his fortune told to develop narcolepsy, but it was only this once, and they would all be fine after waking up the next day.

In fact, Wan Jinxian could infect them with even more serious diseases; he could even bring a plague to Iron Gate Fort.

But it's not easy to do all this without anyone noticing.

His cultivation level was very high, and his skills were also very powerful, but House Cultivator were not so easy to die. As long as they returned to the manor, they could recover quickly. If one House Cultivator fell ill, the others House Cultivator immediately step up their guard.

Wan Jinxian is a cautious person and will not do anything unnecessary at crucial moments.

Sleeping isn't considered an illness for House Cultivator. Even if they sleep too much, ordinary House Cultivator won't take it to heart; on the contrary, they'll feel like they've gained something.

After dark, the Iron Gate Fort closed its gates, and all was quiet.

Wan Jinxian used a magical artifact to carry Han Juncheng directly from outside the fortress into the fortress, and followed the route designated by Wan Jinxian all the way to the fortress lord's mansion.

Along the way, they passed by the homes of many House Cultivators, but none of House Cultivator could detect their whereabouts, because House Cultivator on this road were asleep.

The mansion was a forbidden area. As instructed by Li Banfeng, no one was allowed to approach within 100 meters of the mansion, and two House Cultivators were specifically assigned to guard it.

Wan Jinxian watched the group of House Cultivator from a distance and yawned at them.

The few House Cultivator didn't see Wan Jinxian, but the yawn carried the virus to their side.

Before long, both of the House Cultivator started yawning; they were sleepy.

House Cultivator has a strong sense of responsibility and cannot fall asleep while on guard duty.

They struggled against exhaustion, first with tears streaming down their faces, then with runny noses, and finally, with drool dripping from the corners of their mouths, they could no longer resist and lay down by the roadside to fall asleep one after the other.

Wan Jinxian led Han Juncheng into the mansion and pointed to the east Deputy Building: "Mr. Han, the Home Spirit we are looking for is in that building. Please be careful when you go in. I will wait for you here."

Han Juncheng didn't want to talk to Wan Jinxian. Talking to such a lowly person made him feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he needed to confirm was that the Home Spirit's name Zhao Xiaowan.

Upon entering the Deputy Building, a chilling aura enveloped us.

Han Juncheng smelled the scent of the dead in the air. Without considering the layout and condition of the house, he went straight upstairs following the scent.

Wan Jinxian frowned slightly; Han Juncheng's way of doing things was a bit reckless.

He Jiaqing also said that Han Juncheng's cultivation level was high, but his experience was insufficient.

Wan Jinxian felt that the House Cultivator must have gone through some things.

He has indeed experienced such things, such as his father's arrest, which greatly hurt him.

But this has nothing to do with combat experience. His cultivation level was raised by his Home Spirit. It was his luck to find a Home Spirit in this world that was devoted to him. But now this Home Spirit could no longer give him a higher level of cultivation.

This is also why Han Juncheng agreed to do this job; he really wanted to find a different Home Spirit.

He had heard of Zhao Xiaowan's name before, and in his opinion, a famous general and a legendary woman was barely worthy of his status.

As for what to do with the previous Home Spirit, he hadn't decided yet. He could keep it as a servant, or use it as bait to give to Zhao Xiaowan.

Han Juncheng preferred the second option, feeling that Zhao Xiaowan deserved the reward.

For a powerful and influential Home Spirit like this, giving her a gift will surely win her heart, and she'll do anything for you in the future.

The Deputy Building was quite large, with seven rooms on the second floor. Han Juncheng walked past each door one by one, back and forth twice, before stopping in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

He gently pushed open the door and saw that there was no other furnishings in the room except for a weapon rack.

There was only one spear on the weapon rack; nothing else was there.

The spear was twelve feet long, with a tip seven and a half inches long, exactly as described in the novel.

The only difference is that this spear has no red tassel.

Could it be Zhao Xiaowan if the spear doesn't have a red tassel?

Did we look for the wrong person?

It can't be wrong.

Han Juncheng sensed the extremely powerful aura of the spear.

This is the might of the Flying General!

Han Juncheng stood before the spear and called out, "Zhao Xiaowan!"

After waiting for more than a minute, the spear showed no resistance.

If the Home Spirit is called out by name and does not resist, it proves that the Home Spirit accepted the House Cultivator. This process is called the Home Spirit recognizing its master.

Han Juncheng wasn't particularly surprised to see that Home Spirit didn't resist. In his view, neither his cultivation level nor his status made it possible for Zhao Xiaowan to refuse him.

He reached out and took a spear from the weapon rack, a contented smile on his face.

From the moment he acquired the spear, Han Juncheng was convinced that his destiny would return to the right path.

He always felt that God was too unfair to him. He should have had everything, so why did He take it all away from him?

Grab this spear, walk out of this Deputy Building, and kill that Disease Cultivator first.

He loathed Wan Jinxian. A servant shouldn't have that kind of attitude, that face that seemed to know everything!

After killing the Disease Cultivator and then the fortress lord, Han Juncheng believed he could rightfully take over Iron Gate Fort.

Start from Iron Gate Fort, accumulate wealth, and then return to Green Water City.

In Green Water City, we'll trample all the major Lineage underfoot before returning to Outer State.

After returning to the Outer State, he had to kill He Jiaqing. He had long been fed up with He Jiaqing's constant criticism and interference over the years.

At that time, those who looked down on him, those who said he was guilty, will all die!

Han Juncheng wanted to make everyone who had offended him kneel on the ground and beg, to make them repent for everything they had done, to make them...

As his thoughts raced, Han Juncheng realized that his hand had not touched the spear.

The reason was that his hand fell to the ground.

The spear remained unmoved on the weapon rack, or at least it appeared unmoved to him.

But his hand was severed at the root, as if it had been slashed by a sharp weapon.

Blood dripped from the spearhead, could it be...?

But just now, I noticed that the spear hadn't moved at all; she must have been too fast...

She didn't acknowledge a master?

Even though I called her name, why didn't she acknowledge me as her master?

Only then did Han Juncheng feel the excruciating pain in his wrist.

He grabbed his arm, turned to leave, and suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

His left leg, from the knee down, remained on the ground.

There was more blood on the spear.

Han Juncheng let out a loud wail, and his spear trembled slightly.

Han Juncheng, who was crying on the ground, seemed to see a faint afterimage.

He lost another leg; his right leg was gone, disappearing from the thigh down.

Han Juncheng was in so much pain that he almost fainted. The only intact part of his torso was his left hand.

A woman's voice came from beside him. "Get up!"

The voice was soft, yet carried an irresistible power.

With his only remaining hand, Han Juncheng desperately crawled out of the room, across the corridor, and down the stairs.

Just as he was about to climb to the doorway, a spear suddenly appeared, piercing through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

This is called public shaming.

On the battlefield, this is a common method to intimidate the enemy.

Han Juncheng is also suitable for public display because his crying is loud enough.

"Help me, help me..." Han Juncheng cried, his vision blurred. Looking at Wan Jinxian at the door, he seemed to see his father.

"Dad, save me, Dad, it hurts, please save me..."

Send someone to find my Home Spirit, Dad. She can definitely save me.

"Dad, pull this gun out, Dad, it really hurts..."

"Child, you've mistaken me for someone else. In your next life, please don't be so reckless."

Wan Jinxian turned and left; if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to escape.

PS: Han Juncheng just stood there at the door, which terrified Ban Feng.

The problem is that this Home Spirit is deaf and blind and can't hear anything at all. Can Ban Feng come up with any good solutions?