Senior, Please Take the Seat

Thief Cultivator Ancestor Smiling Thousand Hands was currently on Li Zhijuan's sewing machine.

"I truly never expected that even after I hid in a place as isolated as Iron Gate Fort, you would still find me. Li Qi, can you tell me the truth? Are you the fort lord of Iron Gate Fort?"

Li Banfeng did not answer. He did not even show himself.

Banfeng Yi pulled out a silver dollar and hurled it violently at the sewing machine.

The sewing machine's spool turned, winding up the silver dollar. At the same time, a great mass of shadows surged forward and surrounded the sewing machine.

Smiling Thousand Hands saw through some of it. "First came a boundary line—it should be Close Doors and Windows. Then came this crowd of shadows. This should be Shadows Pitying Each Other. You entered the house earlier, yet Li Zhijuan never saw you. I always thought you were a Travel Cultivator. Could you actually be a House Cultivator? But how did you use all those Travel Cultivator techniques? Just how many magical treasures are you hiding on you? Don't be stingy—take them all out and let me have a look. Your ancestor here will help you judge their quality, heh heh heh."

Steel needles threaded with silk darted back and forth through the room, seemingly still searching for Li Banfeng's position.

Li Banfeng answered, "Stop looking, old bastard. I'm not in this room at all. I'm waiting for you outside. Come out, and let's have a fight."

"Come out?" A hand extended from the broken edge of the sewing machine's flywheel and picked up the detached wheel, inspecting it carefully for a moment. "Your Close Doors and Windows boundary is that powerful? It tore off my flywheel in one go. If I go out now,