Phonograph New Skill

An old farmer said that the gold juice from Little Genzi was of poor quality.

Little Genzi was unhappy.

"Old man, don't underestimate this small spoonful. If you sprinkle it evenly, it can fertilize an acre of land."

If you think that's not enough, I can give you the whole bucket.

But I don't like hearing you casually say it's of poor quality. Do you even know what sect I belong to?

The old man chuckled, "What other sect could you be? Judging by your attire, you're obviously a cultivator of the Golden Path."

Little Genzi was taken aback. Golden hairpins were so rare, yet this old man could recognize them.

"Since you know I'm Jin Xiu, why do you still say my appearance is subpar?"

"It's no good, it's no good. Your broth has no flavor at all." As he spoke, the old man touched the broth in the spoon with his hand.

Little Genzi quickly took back the spoon. "Grandpa, you can't touch this, it'll be hard to wash if you do."

The old man had already touched it, so Little Genzi quickly found some medicinal powder and helped the old man wash his hands.

The old man waved his hand and said, "No need for that. Just smell it yourself. Does it have a fragrance?"

Little Genzi smelled the old man's hand and found that it really didn't have any smell at all.

Did he take the wrong liquid? Or does this old man have some other method?

It was impossible to take the wrong juice; Little Genzi was a little scared.

The old man put down his hoe and asked with a smile, "What level of cultivation are you at?"

"That's not your question." Little Genzi took two steps back.

The old man said, "Judging from the five buckets you're carrying, could it be that you have reached the fifth level of cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Little Genzi raised his chest and said, "Yes, there are five layers!"

He certainly didn't have the fifth level of cultivation. When he met the Peddler last time, he bought ten buckets, carried five on his back first, and kept the remaining five as spares because he couldn't carry them all.

The old man shook his head and said, "If it really has five levels of cultivation, then the quality is too poor. A single splash of the fifth level of gold elixir could turn a living person into mud."

With a wave of his hand, the old man removed one of the buckets from Little Genzi's body.

To everyone's surprise, the old man took out a small spoon from his pocket, stirred the bucket a couple of times, scooped out a spoonful, and tossed it onto a nearby stone.

With a series of hissing sounds, the stone immediately turned into mud.

Genzi was terrified and almost dropped the bucket.

The old man, holding a small spoon, chuckled and asked, "Tell the truth, which floor are you on?"

Genzi forced a strong presence and said, "It's the fifth floor!"

"You're bragging without any sense of propriety!" the old man snapped angrily. "Your 'golden broth' is barely enough for three layers!"

Is that three floors enough?

The Genzi is a second-level gold cultivation, capable of producing a third-level gold juice. In the past, the Little Genzi would have been a little proud.

But now was not the time to be proud, and he did not know the old man's origins.

"There are still people in the Daoist sect, and they're quite ambitious," the old man chuckled. "Preparing the golden elixir isn't just about hard work; there's a trick to it. Put the bucket down first and watch my skill."

Li Banfeng brought Cao Zhida to Blue Poplar Village and searched for Little Genzi.

Many people in Blue Poplar Village know Genzi and say that he went to cultivate himself with a bucket on his back, but they can't say for sure where he went, and no one is willing to watch him cultivate.

The task of reclaiming wasteland cannot be entrusted to Little Genzi alone, so Li Banfeng asked Cao Zhida to recruit a group of reclaimers in Blue Poplar Village.

There are many hunters in Blue Poplar Village, and many of them have done land reclamation work. Li Qi pays a lot of money, so many people sign up. But the rules have to be made clear: after land reclamation, you have to become a landlord.

Cao Zhida said, "Seventh Master, this is land reclamation for you. You should be the landlord. The money has been paid in full. Are you still going to spoil them?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "This Local Earth God has different rules; the land reclaimers must become landlords."

Cao Zhida was taken aback. "There's such a rule? Doesn't this just benefit these hunters?"

Whether it's cheap or not is another matter.

The next day, Little Genzi did not return, which was common. When Genzi went out to cultivate, he would sometimes disappear for days and nights.

Li Banfeng led more than fifty people to the new land. He returned in less than a day because he was a sixth-level Travel Cultivator.

These people don't have that kind of pace; they have a long way to go.

He Haisheng got off the train and bought a newspaper at the station.

Newspaper headlines: Lu Family Train Attacked, Eleven Spearmen Killed in Action.

Who dared to attack the Lu Family Train?

This wasn't just targeting the Lu Family; by targeting the train, they even offended the Guanfang Envoy.

He Haisheng glanced at the scene briefly, then hailed a rickshaw at the station entrance and went to the He Family.

He Haiqin was gnawing on a pork knuckle in the restaurant when he heard that He Haisheng had returned. He quickly went to greet him in the main hall, "Third brother, why are you back? Didn't I tell you to look after Jiaqing?"

He Haisheng looked around, and He Haiqin understood his meaning, leading He Haisheng into the study.

"What happened?"

He Haisheng lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Jiaqing isn't doing well."

He Haiqin was taken aback. "What's wrong? Are those doctors from Outer State not treating him properly? Has Jiaqing's injury worsened again?"

"Brother, I'm not talking about the injuries," He Haisheng sighed repeatedly. "I feel like he's hiding something from you."

He Haiqin remained calm and asked, "What are you hiding from me?"

"I found this in Jiaqing's ward," He Haisheng said, taking out a wooden box.

He Haiqin took the wooden box, broke the seal on it, and opened the lid. A strong aroma of medicine wafted out.

"Golden Essence Pill?" He Haiqin examined the quality of the pill.

He Haisheng said, "Thirty top-grade Golden Essence Pill. Where do you think they came from?"

He Haiqin looked at the pill and said, "I guess it was refined from Red Lotus."

"Wasn't Red Lotus taken back to Pro State? Whether it was his friend Li Banfeng or his fiancée Lu Xiaolan, they were both taken back. This thing isn't in Jiaqing's hands, so how did this pill end up in the hospital?"

He Haiqin put the pills back in the box and asked, "Where did you find these pills?"

"That day, I couldn't resist the urge to smoke, so I lit one in the hospital bathroom. The smell of the smoke led me to the smell of medicine. I found a hidden compartment in the wall behind the toilet and saw these pills."

"This hidden compartment must have been opened by Jiaqing, and he must have hidden these pills too. Brother, you were right before, Jiaqing is indeed hiding something from us."

He Haiqin was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

His smile carried a long-lost sense of relief.

He Haisheng was taken aback. "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

He Haiqin laughed and sighed, "If he really wanted to hide, you wouldn't be able to find him at all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He could fool Pro State, so why can't he fool you? He deliberately put these pills in the toilet so you would see them and bring them to me." He Haiqin put away the medicine box, returned to the restaurant, and continued to gnaw on his pork knuckle.

He had a particularly good appetite and even pulled up a chair for He Haisheng, saying, "Don't just watch, eat with your brother!"

He Haisheng ate two pieces of beef, shook his head and said, "Brother, I still don't understand."

He Haiqin laughed and said, "You don't need to understand. Just hurry up and go to Outer State to keep an eye on my son."

He Haisheng ate with them for a while, then went back to his room to rest.

After eating and drinking his fill, He Haiqin returned to his room, opened the box of pills, and muttered to himself, "Although he played tricks, he still knows how to be filial to his father. I didn't raise you for nothing."

He wanted to take a pill, but he was still hesitant.

Forget it, I'll find Medicine Cultivator tomorrow to check the toxicity.

He Haisheng returned to Yuezhou, went to the Third Hospital, sat by the bedside, and silently looked at He Jiaqing on the bed.

He leaned down and whispered something in He Jiaqing's ear:

"Third Uncle, you lie here for a few days for me. I'll let you go once I've finished my work."

Portable Abode, Hong Ying was putting on her makeup in front of the mirror.

She suddenly turned to the record player and said, "Xiao Wan, don't you think my eyes are alluring?"

Huff huff huff~

The record player burst into laughter. "You don't have any eyes! Those are clearly drawn on with rouge!"

"So what if it looks bad? I have a face now, you can't even draw it here!"

During this period, the tip of Hong Ying's spear became more and more rounded, not as cold as before, and even had a slight blood color. If you didn't look closely, it really resembled a human face.

The record player scoffed, "What's the rush? Try a few more times, and I can do it too!"

Hong Ying laughed and said, "How many times have you tried? You've learned a lot of useless skills, but you can't even grow a single hair."

The record player didn't seem to care much. "What's the use of having so much hair?"

"How can you say it's useless?" Hong Ying carefully combed her hair. "Without this lock of hair, how could I still look like a woman?"

Gloves lowered his voice and said to Tang Blade, "A long spear combing hair in front of a mirror, how terrifying would that be?"

Hong Ying kicked the glove against the wall.

Tang Blade took a few steps back, chuckled dryly, and said, "General Hong's hair is handsome; this humble general thinks it's very handsome!"

Hong Ying, holding a comb, said into the record player, "Let me tell you, I Bald Head, I have hair everywhere else!"

The record player sneered, "What? You've grown a beard?"

"Wicked Woman, you're so sharp-tongued. Just wait a couple of days and I'll steal your man away. Let's see if you feel any pain then."

"You bitch, you'd better have the ability."

"Why wouldn't I have that ability? I have everything now. In a couple of days, when I grow a mouth, I can eat, drink, and relieve myself—I'll be a real beauty, much better than your machine!"

"Let's see how capable you are! I'll tear that face off right now!"

A cloud of steam rushed over, scalding the tip of the spear until it glowed red-hot.

Hong Ying was not to be outdone and stepped forward to fight with the record player.

Li Banfeng pushed open the door and walked in. The record player quickly turned the needle, released Hong Ying's hair, and said softly, "Hey, husband, you're back!"

"You're back!" Li Banfeng hugged the record player and kissed it affectionately for a moment.

Hong Ying also stepped forward to greet Li Banfeng, Li Banfeng bypassed Hong Ying and lay down on the bed.

No matter how much Hong Ying changed, Li Banfeng acted as if he didn't see it, which Hong Ying simply couldn't understand.

Warm steam swirled around Li Banfeng as he asked with a knowing tone, "My dear husband, was the journey to the new land arduous?"

"It's not too hard, it's just..." Li Banfeng didn't know how to begin.

It took ten days to walk the same distance that took one day.

That night, everyone set up camp in the wilderness. Li Banfeng took the opportunity to return to his Portable Abode. Traveling with people who were not part of the Travel Cultivator was a real ordeal for Li Banfeng.

"My lord, this new land is devoid of distinction between right and wrong. If one stays here too long, one will lose track of time, and some Strange Monsters will take advantage of this opportunity to harm people."

Take Dream Virtue with you, look at it from time to time, and remind yourself, at least, not to forget to go home.

"Should I carry a calendar with me?" Li Banfeng looked at Dream Virtue's size and still felt it was inconvenient.

"It's alright, I'll just fix it for you, my Little Slave."

"What does Madam want to change?" Dream Virtue trembled with fear.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all." A cloud of steam covered the calendar poster, and as the steam swirled, the calendar poster began to twist and deform.

Dream Virtue let out a piercing cry, "Madam, spare me! This is too terrifying!"

"You filthy slut, if you cry again I'll tear your mouth apart!" The record player was modified for half an hour, merging Dream Virtue's and Li Banfeng's Pocket Watch into one.

"Husband, open it and take a look."

Li Banfeng opened his Pocket Watch and found Dream Virtue trembling on the watch face.

"Husband, try pulling the watch stem."

Li Banfeng pulled the watch stem, and the Pocket Watch extended in all directions, transforming into a calendar poster.

"My Wife, how did you do that?" Li Banfeng was very surprised.

Huff huff~

The record player chuckled, "My lord, this is a little Little Slave I've just learned."

"This doesn't seem like a cheap trick; it's a professional repair technique, isn't it?" Li Banfeng was certain that Little Chuanzi couldn't do this.

"Hey, Little Slave lord, I've learned quite a few new tricks, and some of them might actually come in handy."

Hong Ying scoffed and muttered, "What's there to show off? Isn't what you most want to learn still what you can't learn?"

P. S.: I learned all of this from Portable Abode?