Oil Pot

"My lord, the key to Benevolent Dwelling Heart lies in keeping your mind focused on your own home, thus making your body feel substantial."

Thinking about the house makes my body feel heavy.

The process of making this association is a little complicated.

The Wife adjusted the angle of the firelight, projecting a picture of a large mansion onto the wall.

"A superior residence is characterized by its solid and sturdy construction, providing shelter from wind and rain in ordinary times and defense against external enemies in times of war."

Whether it's a den of dragons or a lair of tigers, or a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, all dangers lie outside the walls. As long as one is within the mansion, the House Cultivator has nothing to fear.

Li Banfeng deeply understands this point.

For House Cultivator Xiu, as long as he is in his own house, he is not afraid even if he travels through the universe.

The record player continued, "My lord, imagine yourself as your own mansion, concentrate all the solidity and weight of the mansion into your body, and make yourself indestructible."

The process is understandable, but it's difficult for Li Banfeng.

He couldn't imagine his own house; he had never seen the overall shape of his Portable Abode.

What should we do?

Ignore the actual appearance of the Portable Abode, just imagine it as a sturdy house!

Li Banfeng tried it twice, but his body showed no change whatsoever.

The record player reminded him, "My dear husband, you must think about our house; thinking about other houses is useless."

And it has to be their own house.

Imagine Steam Train?

I must say, Steam Train are quite sturdy.

Li Banfeng tried it a few times and felt that his body had indeed changed, as if a thick layer of iron armor had been placed on his body.

This time it should be a success; with this suit of armor, the defensive capabilities have increased dramatically.

Li Banfeng tried it a few times and felt that he had mastered the technique very well.

"Wife, I've almost finished learning. I'm going to buy groceries." Li Banfeng was about to leave when he was stopped by steam.

"My lord, please don't be in a hurry. Let Little Slave give it a try first."

It's worth a try.

Li Banfeng tried to predict the trajectory of the phonograph needle's attack.

Having spent so much time together, Li Banfeng had gained some understanding of his Wife's habits of using force.

Moreover, this is a friendly sparring match between husband and wife, so the Wife definitely won't go all out. There's no need to worry about vital points; she'll most likely just poke a less important spot...

Huff!

Li Banfeng's body was scalded red by his Wife's steam.

"Hey, my Little Slave, I only used a fraction of my strength and you couldn't stop me. You didn't even use your full technique."

Li Banfeng pondered for a while and then said, "I thought you were going to prick me with a needle, but who knew you would scald me with steam."

The record player scoffed, "Hey, my husband, still not convinced? Little Slave said it had to be a life-or-death blow, not that it had to be done with a sharp weapon."

Li Banfeng scratched the record player's armpit. "My dear Wife, you've gone astray."

The record player chuckled for a while, "Husband, stop fooling around and learn the technique properly first."

My Wife is right. In a battle, it's hard to say what tactics the opponent might use.

It's not enough to just be hard; it also needs to be fireproof, heat-resistant, corrosion-resistant... every aspect has to be considered.

Li Banfeng calmed down and thought about every detail. After thinking for more than half an hour, he said to the record player, "This time I'm ready. My Wife, just get started."

The record player nodded. "Sir, your stance is not bad. You've used your technique, but it may not be useful."

Li Banfeng couldn't understand. "If it's been used, how can you say it's useless?"

"Hey, my lord, allow me to give you a Little Slave," the record player cleared its throat, and the gong and drum suddenly blared, "A righteous spirit soars to the heavens, awakening the stars to their shimmering cold!"

Excerpt from the Peking Opera "The Battle of Red Cliffs," specifically the section "Heroic Farewell."

Li Banfeng collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The technique was indeed not used.

Li Banfeng forgot to do soundproofing.

The song "Heroic Farewell" was sung with great power, making Li Banfeng tremble all over and break out in a cold sweat.

If his Wife exerted even a little more force, Li Banfeng would go completely deaf.

After calming down, Li Banfeng, catching his breath, said, "Let's do it again!"

"Oh, my husband, I can't come again today. Try to muster the strength, but I'm afraid I'm too weak to do anything."

Li Banfeng once again imagined himself as Steam Train, but this time his body did not sense any change.

"This skill of Benevolent Dwelling Heart can only be used once a day. You failed to use it the first time, and barely managed to use it a second time. Don't even think about using it again before tomorrow."

Li Banfeng was unwilling to give up. Looking at the record player, he said, "Wife, you know me. Two or three times is nothing to me."

The record player chuckled and said, "Husband, don't push yourself. Take a rest."

He said I was just being stubborn...

In a fit of anger, Li Banfeng took out the Oil Pot.

The record player trembled. "Hey, my darling husband, Little Slave didn't mean any sarcasm. Little Slave just wanted you to rest. I was just being Little Slave. Little Slave know I was wrong, okay? Please be gentle, please aim carefully..."

The Wife's voice was muffled.

Hong Ying sneered, "This madman went to the wrong place again. May he suffer the most, you Wicked Woman!"

At the Bai Le Men, in the center of the Grand Ballroom, Lu Dongtang, the eldest son of Lu Maoxian, presented a cup of tea to Lu Chunying in front of the entire clan, young and old.

Lu Maoxian's revenge was avenged by Lu Chunying, the daughter of the main family. According to the Lu Family's rules, Lu Maoxian serve tea to express his gratitude.

Lu Maoxian claimed that he was still injured and unable to get out of bed, so he asked his eldest son, Lu Dongtang, to serve tea in his place, Lu Chunying gladly accepted.

Today's event is very grand, with many people in attendance, including Madam Duan Shaoxia from the Zong family.

Lu Chunying took the teacup from Lu Dongtang, took a sip, and put it aside.

She stared at Lu Dongtang for a moment, then had someone bring her a cup of tea.

"You are my elder, Uncle Dongtang, this cup of tea is for you." Lu Chunying handed the teacup to Lu Dongtang.

Lu Chunying didn't need to retaliate, but this was Monkey Qiu's arrangement, which would allow her to demonstrate the demeanor of a daughter of the main family.

Lu Dongtang's face turned ashen. He drank his tea and returned to his seat.

No matter how uncomfortable he was, he had to sit.

Not only was he suffering, but his family was also suffering. Lu Dongtang's youngest daughter Lu Yuanju, was so upset that she almost ground her teeth to powder.

She was slightly older than Lu Chunying. Yesterday, when she learned that her father was going to serve tea to a young girl to express his gratitude, Lu Yuanju was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night.

She had long been prepared to take revenge. Although she had not yet entered the Daoist sect, she knew quite a bit about the rules and regulations of the sect.

She knew that an ordinary person who practiced all three Daoist paths would surely die.

Based on this characteristic, she came up with a brilliant plan to deal with Lu Chunying.

She prepared three kinds of medicinal powder, and after the banquet, she sprinkled them all on Lu Chunying!

According to seniority, I am her older sister, so she certainly wouldn't suspect me.

Afterwards, I said that I wanted to enter the Daoist sect, but I hadn't chosen the medicine powder yet and accidentally spilled it on that girl.

Looking at Lu Yuanju's expression, Lu Dongtang Yuanju secretly clenched her fists.

Father!

Don't be sad!

I will take the blame for your offense against the main family!

Let's see what the Zong family can do to me!

Two hours later, the banquet ended.

Lu Chunying was still exchanging pleasantries with the Lu Family relatives.

"Miss Chunying, I'm truly impressed. We waited all night and didn't even see anyone, but you took care of them in one fell swoop!"

Lu Chunying smiled modestly and said, "I am only a few years old and have little cultivation. It is all thanks to the help of you seniors."

Instead of being arrogant, Lu Chunying subtly expressed the foundation behind her success, which greatly pleased Monkey Qiu.

Everyone chimed in, "Miss Chunying is brave and resourceful, and so magnanimous. If you need anything in the future, just give the order, and our whole family will obey the clan's command."

As Lu Chunying exited the Bai Le Men, a car was waiting in front of it. Just as she was about to get in, she suddenly heard someone call out from behind, "Chunying, wait a minute, I have something for you."

Lu Chunying turned around and saw Lu Yuanju: "Sister Yuanju, what is it?"

Lu Yuanju reached into her handbag. "A friend brought this necklace back from Outer State. I heard the craftsmanship is quite good. He brought two in total, and I'll give you one."

"Really!" Lu Chunying's eyes widened as she looked at Lu Yuanju's handbag, her right hand secretly pulling out Folding Fan from her waist.

Lu Yuanju grabbed the three bags of powder, yanked them out, and flung the powder at Lu Chunying.

Lu Chunying was prepared; she tiptoed back a few steps, dodging the powder.

She unfolded her Folding Fan and waved it back and forth at Lu Yuanju.

All three types of powder landed on Lu Yuanju's face, causing her to writhe on the ground in pain.

Monkey Qiu shielded Lu Chunying behind him, while Tan Fucheng stared in astonishment at Lu Yuanju, asking in a low voice, "What kind of poison is she using?"

Monkey Qiu was also shocked. "It looks like a beginner's medicine powder."

Tan Fucheng didn't understand. "Why is she sprinkling this?"

Monkey Qiu couldn't understand, but Lu Chunying said, "They probably want me to get more of the drug powder on my body so they can kill me."

Tan Fucheng frowned and said, "Who came up with this terrible idea? She's just a White Lamb who hasn't even entered the sect yet, and she wants to throw medicine powder on cultivators?"

"If you're really capable of sprinkling powder on someone, wouldn't it be better to throw two pounds of poison on them?"

Lu Dongtang rushed out and saw that his daughter was covered in medicine powder. He quickly ordered someone to call a doctor.

The doctor looked at Lu Yuanju, reluctant to touch her, as the powder stuck to his hands and was very painful.

Lu Chunying asked Tan Fucheng, "Brother Tan, is she now practicing three different Daoist schools?"

Tan Fucheng laughed and said, "Cultivating other things? What kind of foundation does she have? She doesn't even have a foundation in Daoism. What use would the medicine powder be?"

Seeing that Lu Yuanju had stopped struggling, Lu Chunying asked, "She's not dead, is she?"

Tan Fucheng shook his head. "It's hard to say. Entry Medicine can be harmful, while third-level medicine powder can cause serious injury."

If she had even a basic level of cultivation, she should have been able to withstand it. But she hasn't even entered the first level, and she's already applied so much medicinal powder. Even if she doesn't die, she'll be crippled. What was she thinking?

Lu Dongtang ordered his men to carry Lu Yuanju away, and Duan Shaoxia walked over from the Bai Le Men.

"Chunying, you handled this matter with dignity today, bringing honor to Dongliang." Duan Shaoxia praised Lu Chunying repeatedly, her eyes full of affection.

Lu Chunying quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your praise, Madam."

Duan Shaoxia smiled and said, "This child is so sensible. Zhiheng, don't let Chunying live outside. Let her move back home."

Qiu Zhiheng looked at Lu Chunying but didn't say anything.

Lu Chunying bowed to Duan Shaoxia again. "Madam, I have been focusing on my cultivation these past few days. Please allow me to postpone the move."

Neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The sense of proportion was just right.

Duan Shaoxia nodded repeatedly, still praising Lu Chunying endlessly, but a bloodshot vein appeared in her eyes without her realizing it.

Lu Chunying never looked up, and she never looked into Duan Shaoxia's eyes.

Li Banfeng sat in his Portable Abode, not in a good mood.

He sparred with his Wife for two whole days, but he couldn't win.

The record player sighed and said, "Husband, perhaps we should stop competing. The skill of Benevolent Dwelling Heart requires time to hone."

It definitely needs polishing.

The Wife's attack methods were varied and unpredictable, always surprising Li Banfeng.

Finally, Li Banfeng had a chance to do this, and he had thought things through quite thoroughly, but he wasn't prepared at all. His Wife scalded him with a cloud of steam, leaving him all red.

"My lord, when facing an enemy, life Decide Life and Death in an instant. If you take an hour or two to prepare, I'm afraid that won't work."

Li Banfeng looked at the record player and smiled.

The record player shuddered, as if Li Banfeng was about to add Machine Oil again.

Li Banfeng didn't put on the Machine Oil; he wanted to go for a walk.

I stayed at home for two days, and I missed a lot of the spiritual practice I had Travel Cultivator.

Furthermore, Li Banfeng also wanted to go out and shoot some footage to prepare for the next use of the projector.

The record player broke out in a cold sweat, while Hong Ying laughed beside her, "I didn't expect that madman to spare you. Last night, when I was sleeping, I still heard him shouting 'Oil Pot, Oil Pot!'"

As Li Banfeng stepped out, he suddenly found himself sinking into a slippery, bottomless abyss.

Slippery...

What is this slippery thing?

This is... oil?

A large amount of oil kept flowing into the mouth, nose, and eyes.

Did I fall into a pot of boiling oil?

Li Banfeng kicked his legs with all his might, swimming upwards from the oily water until he reached the surface of the oil.

He looked around.

There is land, a coastline, and a small island.

This isn't a frying pan; it's a lake, a lake entirely made of oil.

How did I get here?

P. S.: Did Portable Abode misunderstand?

Thank you to the guild leader Midnight★Moore for your strong support of the Salad.