Crimson Tassel Is Not a Spear

Wan Jinxian returned to the village, fumbled for the Blind Man's Cane, and delivered a message to He Jiaqing.

"The plan failed. Han Juncheng couldn't win Zhao Xiaowan and was pinned to the gate of the house."

He Jiaqing was in an extremely bad mood.

He knew that Han Juncheng was all talk and no action, and he also knew that Han Juncheng lacked experience.

However, it is not easy to subdue a six-story House Cultivator, so He Jiaqing accommodated him in every way, and even wanted to wait for a better opportunity to let Han Juncheng take action.

Unexpectedly, the Hidden Pawn had been carefully cultivated next to Iron Gate Fort for many years was gone just like that.

This wasn't Lao Wan's fault, and He Jiaqing had no reason to hold a grudge against him.

Old Wan asked, "What should we do next?"

After thinking for a long time, He Jiaqing said, "Let's wait for Jiang Xiang Gang's movements. If Luo ZhengNan succeeds, we'll intercept him."

Wan Jinxian agreed, "Intercepting the bid is the best strategy, but I'm worried that Luo ZhengNan will have a hard time succeeding."

Even House Cultivator on the sixth floor is no match for that Home Spirit; in all my years of wandering the martial world, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation.

"Flying General Zhao Xiaowan, one of the leaders of the Travel Cultivator, is certainly no ordinary person. It's a pity we have too few House Cultivator; a slight oversight and we've missed our opportunity."

However, if Iron Gate Fort wants to hand Zhao Xiaowan over to Luo ZhengNan, things will be a different story.

Iron Gate Fort has House Cultivator; if you fail once, you can try again. With three hundred House Cultivator, surely one will succeed.

In He Jiaqing's eyes, these House Cultivators are just numbers.

At this point, He Jiaqing sighed, "Iron Gate Fort is a good place. I'll have to get my hands on it sooner or later. Old Wan, you've had a hard night. Don't go into Iron Gate Fort again these days, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Li Banfeng stood in front of the mansion gate, looking at Han Juncheng was still wailing.

He wanted to ask this man what he had experienced in the Deputy Building, but looking at the imposing spear, Li Banfeng dared not approach.

Is this long spear the original form of the Home Spirit?

Who sent this person who is pinned down by a spear?

Jiang Xiang Gang or some other force?

Li Banfeng couldn't figure it out, but he knew something big was about to happen at Iron Gate Fort.

If this Home Spirit is not dealt with in time, Iron Gate Fort will face annihilation.

"Dad! Save me! Save me!" Han Juncheng was still screaming.

The scream sent chills down one's spine.

Han Juncheng's story spread throughout Iron Gate Fort.

Evil spirits have appeared in the fortress. Someone was nailed to the east Deputy Building of the mansion and died in the forbidden area of Iron Gate Fort!

What does this signify?

This is a sign of impending doom!

The House Cultivator, who are usually very superstitious, were terrified. Some bought incense and candles, some bought talismans, and some even replaced the door gods with new ones!

Luo ZhengNan was selling vegetables at the market when Sun Xiaoan, the second-in-command, came over, seemingly picking out vegetables, but secretly talking to Luo ZhengNan.

"There's been some commotion at Iron Gate Fort. Last night, someone broke into the forbidden area, apparently to steal something. They were nailed there and screamed for a whole day before finally dying."

"Who?" Luo ZhengNan's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"The origin of this product has not yet been determined."

Luo ZhengNan gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, who's making a move at this time? I'm afraid the fortress owner will suspect us."

"Why don't we go back into Iron Gate Fort and explain things to the fortress lord?"

"Is that clear? If we come into Iron Gate Fort to discuss this now, the lord will think we're threatening him!"

Sun Xiaoan said, "Since you know that thing is in the forbidden area, why don't you send someone to probe it?"

Luo ZhengNan looked at Sun Xiaoan, lowered his eyes, and said, "Old man, you've seen several Sub-Gang Leader go, now are you trying to get rid of me, the Hall Master, too?"

Sun Xiaoan fell silent; he couldn't think of a good solution either.

Luo ZhengNan dismissed the two people who had come to buy groceries and said to Sun Xiaoan, "This matter cannot be rushed. We still have two days to wait for the fortress lord's next move."

If he's willing to sell, we'll still pay for it; we're open to paying extra.

If he's unwilling to help, we should leave as soon as possible.

Old Sun, remind the others to be more careful, to be wary of Iron Gate Fort, and also of people of unknown origin.

If the deal goes through, we must be even more careful, guarding against Iron Gate Fort's tricks and also against others intercepting our business!

Li Banfeng returned to his Portable Abode and sat down in front of the record player, asking, "Wife, what kind of person is Zhao Xiaowan?"

Sizzle~

"Why did you ask about her again, my lord?"

Li Banfeng said, "I saw her kill someone today, and I really think she's a vicious person."

Clang clang clang~ Hey~

The Wife, beating a gong and drum, sang:

"I wouldn't call myself ruthless, but having spent so much time on the battlefield, I don't really value my life that much."

Zhao Xiaowan was a general, a very famous one. She was a skilled strategist and had won many battles.

She was very strict with her troops, and her men were all afraid of her; they had all been punished by her many times.

Aside from these things, there's nothing particularly special about her.

Li Banfeng recalled the description in the novel, "Some people said that she was adopted by the emperor as his goddaughter, became a princess, and even found a husband."

If we can find this prince consort, perhaps we can subdue Zhao Xiaowan.

Sizzle~

The record player laughed, "She's not that lucky. Even the emperor wouldn't just take in a goddaughter."

Zhao Xiaowan only knows how to fight; she's useless at everything else. She's never even considered the idea of becoming a prince consort; in her eyes, there's no difference between men and women.

It seems this ending doesn't reflect Zhao Xiaowan's true situation.

Li Banfeng then asked, "Some people say that she stayed on the border and fought the enemy her whole life. Is that true?"

The Wife sighed, "She does think that someone like her, dying on the battlefield, would be a worthy death."

But she wasn't so lucky; because she had performed some meritorious service, she was summoned back to the Capital City.

Li Banfeng said, "And then, because his merits overshadowed the emperor, he was imprisoned?"

"Yes, in prison, she lived worse than a dog."

"And then there was another war, Zhao Xiaowan was sent to the battlefield again?"

"Yes, you know how despicable she is. You tell her to go to war, and she goes, she fights with all her might!"

"And then he died on the battlefield?"

Sizzle~

The Wife laughed for a long time, "It would be better if she died on the battlefield; then her life wouldn't have been in vain."

She was betrayed by her own men; she didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of her own people.

"How worthless is this bitch's life? Isn't her whole life a joke?"

Li Banfeng remained silent for a long time, then suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for Zhao Xiaowan.

Even with all the sorrow, we cannot forgive her now.

My Wife's revenge must be taken.

The situation at Iron Gate Fort must be broken!

"My Wife, I've made up my mind. We must take this Home Spirit in."

"My lord, are you truly doing this to avenge your Little Slave?"

"Really!" Li Banfeng answered decisively.

"If my husband has such thoughts, then I'll... I'll be content. My husband, please don't go..." The Wife's voice trembled, and her whole body shook.

Li Banfeng looked at his Wife and calmly asked, "Wife, can you really swallow this insult?"

"This Little Slave can endure it, this Little Slave, this Little Slave..."

Huff~ Huff~ Huff~

Steam was being ejected, and the speed was increasing.

The record spun rapidly, and the drumbeats grew increasingly urgent.

The blazing firelight reflected on the mirror, and the entire main room was filled with the glint of swords and the incessant shouts of battle.

"Little Slave can't stand it! I'd rather die at anyone's hands than at that vile woman's! Little Slave can't bear it!" the Wife suddenly roared. "I want to kill that vile woman day and night! I even dream about it!"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "The time has come. Let's make our move now. I'll try to lure the Home Spirit into our house first, and the rest will depend on our skills as husband and wife."

"Husband, how can you get her into the house?"

"I'll use the old method again: I'll call her by her name in person and make her acknowledge me as her master."

"She can't see or hear, how can she know when you call her name?"

Li Banfeng had indeed thought about this matter seriously.

"Let me touch her first."

"Husband!" Fierce Flame leaped three feet high from the machine's casing as it roared, "Why are you touching that bitch?"

"My Wife, please calm down."

When this grievance was brought up, the Wife became quite agitated.

"I will write her name on her body, and she will naturally know why I came."

After a long while, the flames on the Wife's body gradually receded back into the machine case.

"That's one way, but that bitch has a terrible temper. If you touch her as soon as you walk in, you're bound to suffer a great loss. She might just attack you."

"If she makes a move, I'll leave immediately." Li Banfeng saw Han Juncheng's situation and was already prepared to escape.

"Husband, if you wait for her to make a move, it will be too late to escape. She is one of the leaders of the Travel Cultivator. Although her soul is incomplete and her body is weak now, if it comes to agility, you are definitely no match for her."

"With your current level of cultivation, sir, you can only deal with this vile woman through strategy, not brute force. You could try to please her by bringing her some gifts to lower her guard."

Gift?

What kind of gift would be suitable for such a proud and aloof woman?

It must have style.

It must have artistic conception.

It must match the other party's temperament, especially their imposing presence as a military general.

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, then asked, "How about the silver dollars?"

The Wife thought for a moment and agreed, "That slut does love money. Silver dollars are certainly nice, but she can't see them, so I'm afraid it's hard to sway her."

Since I can't see or hear anything, Music Box or similar items probably wouldn't be suitable.

What kind of gift would be suitable for her?

Li Banfeng recalled the scene when his Wife and Zhao Xiaowan first met.

She said she could smell the perfume on her Wife.

"My Wife, how about I send her some rouge?"

The record player got angry again. "Husband, how could you send rouge to that slut? Don't you know that rouge shouldn't be given away so easily?"

"My Wife, calm down!"

Everyone says that the greatest hatred is the hatred of killing one's father, Li Banfeng felt that the hatred of killing one's own body was even more terrifying.

The Wife's emotions became extremely difficult to control.

"I gave her rouge to win her favor and make her lower her guard temporarily."

Huff~ Huff~

After catching her breath, the Wife calmed down and said, "Don't buy any expensive rouge. Just buy some from the street."

"My Wife, I'm really doing something important. Buying some good rouge will make it easier to win her over."

"She doesn't like fancy rouge; the kind that's cheap and tacky on the street is just what she likes."

Li Banfeng comforted her, "Wife, don't be angry. She said you used rouge that cost two coins a box, are you really going to hold a grudge over that?"

The Wife retorted angrily, "So what if I use two coins' worth of rouge? She's so stingy with even a one-coin rouge! We're both of such lowly fates, what right does she have to criticize me?"

Li Banfeng nodded. "I'll prepare the rouge. What other gifts would be suitable?"

The Wife thought about it carefully, "This slut loves to dress up. Bring her some flowers, the more fragrant the better."

Flower.

No problem.

Li Banfeng did indeed know a flower seller.

"Husband, prepare the gift, but don't rush to approach her. Wait until her aura weakens before you get closer."

Li Banfeng nodded. "I've got it."

"Husband, if you feel that she has become more imposing, hurry back to the house. Be as fast as you can, just get back. As for how to get out, we can discuss that when we get back."

"Don't worry, my Wife."

"My lord, that vile woman is petty. When you write, don't write in important places, lest you anger her."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"My lord, that vile woman is concerned about her reputation. Be polite to her and don't argue with her."

"She can't hear me, how can I argue with her?"

"My lord, that slut really loves money. She brought gifts and silver coins. Even if she can't see them, she can probably smell them."

"Okay, I'll take it."

"My husband, you must remember this: that slut's Zhao Xiaowan."

Li Banfeng was startled. "What's her name?"

"That bitch's name is Hong Ying."

"Hong Ying? Hong Ying... Hong, Red Tassel Spear?" Li Banfeng was dumbfounded.

"Many rumors in the world are false. Hong Ying is not a gun; she is just skilled with a long gun."

"Isn't she Zhao Xiaowan?"

"No," the Wife replied with great certainty.

"Who is Zhao Xiaowan?"

The Wife fell silent again.

Li Banfeng recalled the first time he mentioned Zhao Xiaowan's name to his Wife, and Wife remained silent for a long time.

In front of the Home Spirit, call out Home Spirit name. If the Home Spirit does not resist, then it has recognized you as its master.

My Wife is a good fighter.

When Li Banfeng was in Little Underworld, he encountered a group of undead. The undead looked like soldiers and were very obedient to his Wife.

Could it be that...

"My Wife, who are you...?"

"My dear husband!" The song "My Darling" played again from the record player. The voice was still so tender, but the Wife's speech was slightly stammering.

"You are Little Slave master, my lord, my backbone. My Little Slave, I may not avenge myself, but you must return safely!"

P. S.: Honest people don't lie. Yesterday's chapter was absolutely nuclear-powered!

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