Head of the House! (High-Energy Chapter)

"Spring arrives and willow branches grow long. A young woman, devoted to her lover, Carefree Sleep and dreams peacefully, adding another room for her husband."

Li Banfeng woke up from his nap in the phonograph box and sat up immediately.

He did not feel weak after the promotion, and even the feeling of fatigue was very limited.

"My Wife, is this because of the technique of 'Carefree Sleep'?"

"My lord, the skill of 'resting on your Carefree Sleep's is also known as the Head of the House.' Once you return home, you are the master. All the items in the house, including your own body, are at your disposal. Of course, the extent to which you dispose of them depends on your cultivation level and the proficiency of your skills."

Li Banfeng carefully studied the key points of the technique. "Do I control my own body and recover quickly?"

"That makes sense. My husband has just been promoted, and he has only recently learned the techniques. He is not yet proficient in using them, otherwise he could recover even faster."

"Where are the gloves? Can I heal him now?"

"That's hard to say," the record player said, taking out gloves. "Breaking the curse is one of the most difficult methods."

My husband has no experience in breaking curses before, so this time he'll have to put in some effort.

Seeing the glove lying motionless on the table, Li Banfeng concentrated his mind and shouted at the glove, "Break the curse, break the curse—"

The record player said, "My dear husband, that's not the solution. We need to find the root of the Curse Art first."

The core essence of Curse Art lies in planting the seeds of misfortune when casting the spell; the methods for planting these seeds are incredibly diverse.

Whether it's a single word or a cup of tea, a powerful sorcerer's smile can sow the seeds of disaster.

Those who are Curse Art have the root of the curse left in their bodies, which will cause abnormalities.

Once the Curse Art is triggered, the person Curse Art suffers misfortune, and the seeds of evil grow within their body, causing subtle changes. These changes are the key to breaking the Curse Art.

Li Banfeng asked, "What changes have occurred to the gloves?"

"You'll have to find it yourself, my lord."

"How do I find it?"

"Use your eyes to see!"

Li Banfeng chuckled, "You can see it directly with your eyes?"

The record player said, "If we were outside this house, let alone looking with our eyes, even if the cultivator activated his techniques..."

They might not even be able to see it.

But in this house, the husband is the Head of the House. If he observes closely, he will surely discover something unusual.

Li Banfeng picked up the gloves and examined them carefully for a long time, but couldn't find anything unusual.

The Wife said, "Husband, don't be anxious. Calm down and take a look. Think about what the gloves looked like before."

A change might be a knot, a line, a tear, a loose thread; Curse Art is known for its secrecy, and finding Curse Art source is no easy task. My lord will have to put in a lot of effort."

Li Banfeng stared at the gloves for over an hour, his eyes getting blurry, but he still couldn't see anything unusual.

The Wife advised from the side, "Husband, you are learning a new technique, so you really can't rush it. It's a pity that Little Slave only know the key points of the technique, but I can't use the skill to make Carefree Sleep. I really can't help you with this matter."

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "Wife, you can't use this technique?"

"My lord, Little Slave am not House Cultivator, Little Slave am your Home Spirit, Little Slave know the techniques of House Cultivator."

It was because the Little Slave had entered into a contract with the manor, and through that contract, she learned these techniques and key points by drawing upon an unspeakable force.

"There are some techniques that I can demonstrate a little bit in front of you, Little Slave, but there are some techniques that I simply cannot perform. Like this 'Carefree Sleep —that's the technique of the Head of the House, and we only have one master."

We only have one master in our family!

Upon hearing this, Li Banfeng straightened his chest.

He continued to stare at the gloves, but after another hour, he still hadn't found anything. Li Banfeng was sweating.

The projector came to the table and projected a beam of light.

"Seventh Director, these are images left by Brother Tao. Brother Tao doesn't like taking photos or videos, and he's always been wary of me. There are only two usable photos at the moment."

"You had such a good thing, why didn't you bring it out sooner?"

Two photos, one of the front and one of the back.

The projector is being modest; these two photos are sufficient.

Li Banfeng examined the gloves and compared them to the photos for a long time before finally finding the problem.

There's a black spot on the back of the glove.

This black spot was originally very obvious, but it just so happens to have grown on top of another black spot.

The gloves were already covered in black spots, and these two spots almost overlapped, so Li Banfeng couldn't tell them apart. Only after comparing them with previous photos of the gloves did he realize that the outlines of the original black spots had changed.

"My Wife, I've found the source of the trouble. What should we do now?"

"My lord, you can do whatever you want with it. As long as you're determined, everything in the house must be done your way!"

Li Banfeng pondered for a moment, then brought a basin of water, put the gloves in, and rubbed them directly with his hands.

After rubbing for a while, there was no change on the gloves. Li Banfeng looked grave, while the record player tried to comfort him.

Other magical artifacts followed suit, offering suggestions.

The Wine Gourd said, "The root of trouble for those who practice curses is never an ordinary origin. Little brother, I don't think it's appropriate for you to wash it directly with water."

The Old Teapot said, "I can't see where the root of the problem is, but I think that since it is the root of the problem, it must be eradicated. Water can't clean it up."

Tang Blade stepped forward. "My lord, tell me where the root of the trouble lies, and I will use the tip of my blade to pry it out."

The pendulum stopped Tang Blade, saying, "If you strike with that knife, the glove will probably die. Let me do it; I'm more meticulous when it comes to needlework."

The Judge's Brush wrote, "I, I—"

Li Banfeng thought the Judge's Brush also wanted to do needlework, but he shook his head and said, "This is not a needlework matter. This black spot is not small. We can't just pick it all out with needle and thread. How many threads would we have to break?"

"I, I—." The Judge's Brush became more and more anxious as he spoke.

Li Banfeng said, "You should rest first, I'll think of another way."

After thinking it over and over, with no other option, Li Banfeng decided to rub it with his hands.

"I say, have you ever washed clothes?" Judge's Brush finally uttered those words.

Li Banfeng looked up and said, "I really haven't washed it much."

My Wife usually does the laundry.

"Water won't do!" the Judge's Brush said with difficulty. "We need soap!"

Li Banfeng suddenly realized what was happening.

You need to use soap to wash clothes!

He searched for a long time and found a piece of soap. He applied the soap to the glove and rubbed it for a while. The black spot on the back of the glove began to fade.

After rubbing for a while longer, the dark spots faded, and the gloves gradually became movable again.

Fearing it might not be safe, Li Banfeng rubbed the gloves vigorously for a long time, then spat out a mouthful of water, exclaiming, "Oh my god, I'm drowning! I'm drowning! I can't swim! Where did I fall in?!"

Li Banfeng held the glove in his palm and laughed loudly, "Brother, you really scared me!"

Once the gloves figured out where they were, and that they were sitting in Li Banfeng's palm, they waved their index and ring fingers.

She cried for a long time.

"My lord, I've finally seen you! I thought I was doomed. I've been following you into battle!"

I've never been afraid of death before, but this time I'm truly terrified. I'm afraid I'll really just disappear like this.

Tang Blade snorted and said, "Look at your pathetic self!"

Li Banfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with the gloves, "It's not wrong to be afraid of death. You only have one life. Who isn't afraid of death?"

You were hurt by that old man because of me. I will always remember that kindness. I will risk my life to save you.

The gloves were incredibly grateful, but then suddenly remembered something. "Master, that old man you were talking about earlier..."

Who is it?

Li Banfeng said, "The Thief Cultivator Ancestor, Smiling Thousand Hands."

The glove shivered, jumped off Li Banfeng's hand, and walked back and forth on the table with its thumb and little finger.

Watching him patter from left to right, and then back to left, the record player picked up the Feather Duster and felt an urge to slam him on the table.

"My Wife, calm down," Li Banfeng persuaded the record player to stop. "Gloves just woke up and is weak; she can't take this."

The Wife said angrily, "If you have something to say, stand still and say it. Wandering around like this is annoying!"

His index and ring fingers were tightly clasped in front of his chest, a testament to his inner turmoil. He paced back and forth dozens of times before finally raising his head and saying, "Master, I've remembered something."

"Tell me about it." Li Banfeng pulled up a chair and sat down next to the table.

"I remember the hands of the Smiling Thousand Hands."

Li Banfeng thought carefully for a moment, "Is there anything special about his hands?"

"His hand is me!" The glove was trembling with emotion, her words somewhat incoherent. "Master,"

"The Smiling Thousand Hands has many hands, and I am one of them. I am his disciple, and I have become his master!"

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand. "Brother, have a sip of water and speak slowly."

"We can't slow down, we can't slow down here. I have to hurry up and say it, or I'll forget again. I'm the young master of the Ghost Hand Gate. Actually, I wasn't always the young master. The old master never intended to appoint a young master; he wanted to be the First Boss for life."

But he got old and couldn't manage many things anymore, so he found a few people to take charge, and I was one of them. I was in charge of a lot of things and I did a pretty good job. They would come to me with any problems, so the old master made me the young master.

Later, whenever there was trouble in the gang, they would come to me. The old leader also handed the gang over to me. I was already at the Ninth Layer by then. I didn't want to go to the Inner State to be a dog, so the old leader pointed me in a direction.

Li Banfeng asked, "What's the name of this old man you're talking about?"

"His surname is Xie, Xie, what was his surname again?"

"Xie Juncong?"

Gloves nearly jumped up. "Yes, it's that old dog! This old dog said I have exceptional talent, and the Dao Gate Ancestor appreciates me and wants to take me as his disciple!"

Once you become the patriarch's disciple, you won't have to serve as a dog in the Inner State; you can ascend directly to the heavens.

I believed him, I met the Grandmaster, and I became Grandmaster disciple.

I truly never expected that this Grandmaster was such a scoundrel; many of his disciples were turned into gloves by him.

His name is Smiling Thousand Hands. Whether he actually has a thousand hands, I don't know, but he certainly has a lot of hands.

These hands were all transformed from disciples, and I was one of them!

This time, Li Banfeng understood.

"What do you usually do as Smiling Thousand Hands?"

"Stealing!" The memory of the gloves became clearer and clearer. "Smiling Thousand Hands rarely took action himself; it was always us gloves who did."

If we make a single mistake, he'll chop off one of our fingers. If we lose all our fingers, we'll be reduced to ashes.

He told us that all the disciples who stole from him owed him a debt, and that he would let us go once we paid it off.

"But I've been his disciple for many years, and I've never seen him let a single person go. Those who tried to escape were always caught, tortured to death, and then reduced to ashes!"

Li Banfeng asked, "How did you escape?"

"How did he escape?" The glove swished around the table dozens of times, and the record player raised its Feather Duster again. Finally, the glove remembered, "Once, he fought with a ruthless guy. I've forgotten who that ruthless guy was, but he was really ruthless; he almost killed him."

Smiling Thousand Hands' hands were basically crippled, and I was beaten too. I tried to escape, but Smiling Thousand Hands used Curse Art on me, and I couldn't run away; I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself thrown into a garbage dump, next to a pile of rags and scraps of paper, about to be burned.

At that time, I couldn't move. My body felt like it wasn't mine. I couldn't move a single one of my five fingers.

I was really lucky. It was raining heavily that day, and the fire in the garbage pit went out. I spent the night in the garbage dump and recovered.

Li Banfeng asked, "And then?"

Later—I would wander around aimlessly, and when I saw something nice, I couldn't resist buying it. After bringing it home, I never knew what use it was for.

I don't know who I am, or why I'm alive. Then an old woman signed a contract with me. I helped her steal things, and she gave me nice things in return. I thought it was an equal exchange, but I realized she had tricked me.

She cheated on the contract; everything I stole belonged to her, and she would pick out some good stuff for me from the stolen goods—whether it was good stuff or not was up to her.

I didn't know many characters before, and I wasn't very well-educated to begin with. Later, I forgot too many things, and my memory started to fail me. I was tricked by her without really understanding what was going on.

I helped her steal over ten thousand silver dollars, and she gave me one silver dollar as a reward. I said that wasn't a fair exchange, and she said silver dollars were valuable, and valuable things should be exchanged for valuable things—that's the rule.

I suffered a loss but had no one to turn to for help. According to the contract, I couldn't kill her, so from that moment on, I never spoke to anyone again.

Later, the old lady was murdered, and I changed masters. I set rules for myself: if they want to use me, they have to give me capital, and I have to pay for it myself. If they treat me well, I'll give them less; if they bully me, I'll steal their hearts!

I won't say anything. I'll demonstrate it to them. If they can understand it, they're lucky; if they can't, they're out of luck.

I don't know how many years passed, but I went to Black Stone Slope and fell into the hands of the Qingshou Association. It was Elder Wu, named Wu Decheng. That kid treated me badly. I worked for him, but he always humiliated me. I originally wanted to teach him a lesson, but later he was killed by the leader, so I followed the leader.

The glove recounted its past, and this was the first time Li Banfeng had learned the relatively complete history of a magical artifact.

Li Banfeng said, "Now that you remember who you are, do you want to become human again?"

The glove shook his finger. "Honey, I'm not in the mood for that anymore. What's so good about being human? It's all just deceit and treachery."

Xie Juncong said he would pass on his skills to me, and I believed him. Who knew he would leave me with this hidden trick.

Li Banfeng said, "This grudge must be avenged, and the grudge on your Grandmaster's side must also be avenged. But if you still want to become human again, I will help you."

Gloves looked up at Li Banfeng and said, "My lord, I am utterly loyal to you—"

"Brother, I'm not testing you, I'm speaking from the heart," Li Banfeng said, looking at his family in the house. "If anyone wants to become human again in the future, I will help them. There's only one thing: don't tell anyone about our family affairs!"

All the magical artifacts stared at Li Banfeng, except for Judge's Brush, who wrapped the newspaper tightly and went to sleep.

After saying so much, the Judge's Brush is exhausted.

Moreover, he really wasn't interested in the idea of turning into a human.

But others had some expectations, some more, while others quickly gave up.

The record player chuckled beside her, "My dear Little Slave, I do wish I could become human, but I'm afraid you wouldn't like it."

"I'll love you no matter what you become, as long as you're my Wife." Li Banfeng hugged his Wife affectionately for a while, then suddenly remembered something.

"This Carefree Sleep, can break curses, cure illnesses, and heal injuries. But can it also break techniques?"

"It depends on the technique."

"Is the Water Cultivator skill cracked?"

The record player knew what Li Banfeng was about to do. "Husband, you mean Mind Cleansing Thought Washing? That technique is difficult to break, but perhaps there's still a chance in our home. The only question is, how can we bring the Shui Yongquan into our house?"

This is a difficult matter; almost everyone who was brought to Li Banfeng's home has died.

Only a group of people were exceptions, the Strange Monsters of the Qiu Luoye land.

How did those Strange Monsters get in?

Li Banfeng smiled, "Wife, would you like to go to the lab again?"

"Yes, I still have a lot of experiments left to do. Husband, let's go to Seven Autumn City!"

Upon arriving in Seven Autumn City, Li Banfeng brought Shui Yongquan out and first took him to his own residence, where he had the Music Box lull Shui Yongquan to sleep.

Having lost his memory, Shui Yongquan is almost like an infant. These days, he has become familiar with Qiu Luoye, and he is still a little shy when he sees Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng got two Tin Frog for Shui Yongquan, who had a lot of fun playing with Shui Yongquan. The two became quite familiar with each other, and Shui Yongquan slowly fell asleep to the music from the Music Box.

That's the good thing about Music Box; their songs are targeted. Shui Yongquan slept soundly, but Li Banfeng was very awake.

Li Banfeng moved the Shui Yongquan into Portable Abode and had Dream Virtue invade the Shui Yongquan's dream.

There's not much to see in dreams. At this Shui Yongquan, all I do in my dreams is sleep and eat.

Dream Virtue's main task is to monitor the quality of the Shui Yongquan's sleep and make sure Shui Yongquan doesn't wake up before he finishes his work.

Li Banfeng stared at the Shui Yongquan for a long time, pondering the crux of the problem with the technique of Mind Cleansing Thought Washing.

Since it is said that the technique was used to cleanse the mind, the problem should be in the heart. However, Li Banfeng stared at the heart of the Shui Yongquan for a long time but did not see the so-called mind.

The record player said, "My lord, the mind is not in the physical body, and besides, this person has no physical body. The Shui Yongquan has now become Wounded Demon Fiend, belonging to the spirits of the dead. The place where the spirits store their memories should be in the human soul."

The Earthly Soul is outside, the Heavenly Soul is inside, and the Human Soul is in the middle of the Heavenly Soul. If you wish to see the Human Soul, you must look through the Earthly Soul.

These concepts are a bit complicated, but Li Banfeng has a simple way to deal with them: to see the soul. The best method is to use the Golden Eyes Autumn Down.

Li Banfeng examined it for a long time with his Golden Eyes Autumn Hairs and shook his head, saying, "It's really difficult to see through it."

The record player said, "Don't be anxious, my lord. Look into the gaps in your soul and concentrate your mind."

The record player couldn't help Li Banfeng. Despite her exquisite Golden Eyes Autumn Hairs skill, she couldn't see through Shui Yongquan's earth soul. It was extremely difficult for her to see through the soul of an ordinary person. Although Shui Yongquan was in poor condition, he was still Wounded Demon Fiend at the Ninth Layer or above. How could his soul be easily seen through by others?

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Li Banfeng seemed to have made some progress.

"Is this a human soul? It doesn't seem to have changed much, except that it's a bit cleaner." Li Banfeng's eyes were bloodshot.

"My lord, please tell me in detail how clean it is!"

"There are no clothes, and no dust. There was a lot of dust on my face just now, but you can't see it now."

The record player looked at the Shui Yongquan; the clothes were still there, and the dust on the face was still there. "Husband," the record player said, "You've seen through the earth spirit. This is the wonder of the Carefree Sleep's technique. In this house, you are the master of our household!"

"My Wife, where should we look when we see a human spirit?"

"Look up at the chest. There is a bone on the chest of the human soul. There are some pictures on the bone, circles and dots. You can't tell what they are. These pictures are a person's memories."

Li Banfeng is now dizzy and lightheaded. He has been searching for the soul for a long time and has found the bone in the heart. He has also found some of the pictures that his Wife mentioned.

Some drawings are just circles, some are wavy lines, some are triangles, and some are spots of different sizes.

The scroll is very dense, but each painting is independent, and the distinct layers prevent most of the paintings from being confused with each other.

"My Wife, these paintings are so numerous, there seem to be dozens of them. Which one should I look for?"

"A few dozen? That's too few!" The record player shook its head. "A middle-aged man in his fifties has at least tens of thousands of paintings on his bones, not to mention that Shui Yongquan is well past fifty. You only saw a few dozen paintings, which must be memories that Shui Yongquan retained after losing his memory."

Li Banfeng asked, "What about the other paintings? Were they all washed away?"

The record player said, "This is the effect of the technique of Mind Cleansing Thought Washing. My husband, take a close look. Are there any marks left on the bones?"

Li Banfeng looked for a long time but couldn't find any trace.

After thinking for a long time, the Wife said, "Shui Yongquan is a smart man. He always leaves himself a way out. Husband, why don't you reach out and touch the back of the bone to see if there are any marks?"

"Can you even touch it?"

"Others can't, but my husband can. In our family, my husband has this ability."

Li Banfeng reached out to touch the bones on the human soul, Shui Yongquan's body convulsed.

Dream Virtue suddenly opened his eyes and reminded him, "Master, please be gentle and don't wake him up."

The Shui Yongquan didn't wake up; it just felt unwell. The Music Box's song never stopped, and the Shui Yongquan remained asleep.

Li Banfeng touched the bones of the human soul; they were smooth and slightly warm.

"Did you touch the mark, my lord?"

"Yes, there really is!" Li Banfeng laughed. "Wife, there are lines on the back of this bone!"

The record player said, "My lord, carefully feel the texture and see if there are any mechanisms inside."

Li Banfeng explored the patterns for a moment, and the patterns began to grow slowly, spreading from the back of the bone to the front.

The spreading lines intertwined on the front of the bone, slowly forming a few patterns.

This is the escape route that the Shui Yongquan left for itself!

Li Banfeng laughed loudly, "Wife, there are more and more paintings."

Dream Virtue emerged from his dream and said to Li Banfeng, "Master, he's about to wake up. Get him out of here quickly!"

Li Banfeng accepted the technique and immediately sent the Shui Yongquan out of Portable Abode.

After lying in the house for half a day, Shui Yongquan woke up. His eyes were blank, and he did not recognize that Li Qi's memory had not been fully restored. Li Banfeng took Shui Yongquan up the mountain. Unlike when they came, Shui Yongquan was much more wary and kept an eye on Li Banfeng's movements along the way.

Upon arriving at Qiu Luoye's residence, the two looked at each other for a moment. Shui Yongquan pointed at Qiu Luoye and said, "You,"

"Where's your nose?"

Qiu Luoye chuckled, revealing the shape of an elephant. "Old Water, do you recognize me?"

"Qiu Daxiang!" Shui Yongquan finally recognized it.

Since Qiu Luoye underwent a complete transformation, as instructed by Li Qi, the nickname "Qiu Daxiang" has been forbidden to be mentioned.

But today, Shui Yongquan was lifted up, the Qiu Luoye, instead of getting angry, almost laughed until they cried.

"Old Shui, you remembered me!" Qiu Luoye used his nose to scoop up the Shui Yongquan and shake it up and down.

Worried that the Shui Yongquan would fall apart, Li Banfeng quickly put it down.

In that instant, the Shui Yongquan seemed to remember something else.

"Zhu Chunhua!" he murmured a name, then glanced at the Qiu Luoye and said, "Do you still remember Zhu Chunhua?"

Qiu Luoye chuckled dryly, "Why bring her up?"

"You've taken a liking to her?"

Qiu Luoye blushed. "I did take a liking to her at first. This girl has a sturdy build; the moment I saw her..."

Doesn't that make me feel at ease? If I were to marry her and bring her home as my wife...

Do Qiu Luoye still have a girl they like?

Li Banfeng listened with great interest.

Shui Yongquan thought for a moment, then said, "It seems she's taken a liking to you too."

"Really?" Qiu Luoye's nose trembled.

"Really!" Shui Yongquan nodded. "She asked me herself. She asked me if I had feelings for her. What did you say?"

"I told you it was pointless. I told you that she was the one you hated most, and she left the next day, don't you remember?"

Qiu Luoye' face paled. "Why do you say that?"

Shui Yongquan said, "Because I didn't like her. I think you can find someone better. You and him are not a good match. I don't think I should have said this to you."

"Yes, you shouldn't have told me—" Qiu Luoye turned to look at Li Banfeng, "How is his recovery going?"

"It's alright—"

Before Li Banfeng could finish speaking, Qiu Luoye grabbed Shui Yongquan and said, "Whether she and I are a good match or not is none of your business!"

The Shui Yongquan shouted, "An incompatible match is an incompatible match! I'm a sure judge of character!"

"Who do you think I'm a good match for? If you can't answer me today, I Want You life!"

Li Banfeng quickly stopped Qiu Luoye: "No, this won't do, Brother Qiu, let him go first, he can't take this!"

Having finally managed to seize the Shui Yongquan, they suddenly heard their gloves trembling against their chests. "Master, he's here!"

"Who's here?"

"Grandmaster!"

As Qiu Luoye tried to collect Shui Yongquan, Li Banfeng looked at Qiu Luoye and said, "A thief has broken into our house."

PS: What is he doing in Seven Autumn City?