Lord of Xiao City

The phonograph swallowed Ye Shengge's soul, and the water tank inside it splashed and churned without stop.

Li Banfeng rubbed the phonograph's belly. "Wife, what's wrong with you?"

"Little Slave... feels like vomiting—"

Gurgle, gurgle!

A great cloud of smoke and dust sprayed from the horn. The phonograph truly vomited.

"Xiao Wan, what happened?" Hong Ying asked with concern. "Are you pregnant?"

The phonograph shook its great horn. "There's something wrong with this soul."

Hong Ying reproached her, "Xiao Wan, this is where you're in the wrong. Look carefully—this is Ye Shengge's soul. Even the soul of the Joy Cultivator Ancestor doesn't suit your appetite? Your mouth is far too picky."

"You think I can't recognize Ye Shengge? It's not that his soul tastes bad, it's that something was mixed into it!" Before she could finish, Wife vomited again.

Li Banfeng was somewhat worried. "Wife, what was mixed into it? Could there be poison in his soul?"

The phonograph waved its needle. "Don't worry, Husband. It's just a bunch of messy seasonings. Eating them won't cause much harm. Ye Shengge's soul has a whole heap of oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar mixed into it. He no longer counts as a living person. He should count as a First-Class Weapon."

"No wonder."

Li Banfeng recalled his battle with Ye Shengge. Every time Qiao Yi issued an order, Ye Shengge's combat strength rose another level. The entire process had been like a machine.

Thinking again of Ye Shengge's appearance, no matter how he looked at it, the man did not resemble a Joy Cultivator.

"Did Inner State turn him into a giant shrimp?"

The phonograph shook its horn. "Not exactly. Ye Shengge founded the Joy Cultivator path and gained Peddler's recognition. Peddler made medicinal powder for him, and he became the second