Chapter 82: Adding Another Chamber for My Husband

Do nothing?

Shi Boyu was clearly very unsatisfied with Sun Xiao'an's answer. "The dancehall was blown up, and the Geng Family's medicinal trading house was burned down. And you're saying that we should just let it be and not do anything?"

Sun Xiao'an shook his head repeatedly. "Branch Master Shi, those two matters might not even be related."

"How could they not be? The Geng Family and Yu's Cloth Shop were at each other's throats. Nanny Butch was obviously the person who burned down the Geng Family's place. I sent people to keep watch on the Yu's Cloth Shop, and right after that, the dancehall exploded. Isn't that Nanny Butch getting revenge on us?"

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Holding his water pipe, Sun Xiao'an sighed. "Branch Master Shi, I'll say it again. Nanny Butch doesn't have the ability to blow up a dancehall. You know what Du Hongxi does for a living, and yet, Nanny Butch somehow managed to kill him? Furthermore, even if she really did burn down the Geng Family's medicinal trading house, that was her personal feud with Geng Zhiwei. Now that Geng Zhiwei's dead, that grudge should be over now."

Shi Boyu looked even more displeased. "How can you say the grudge is over? The Geng Family is under the Jiangxiang Gang's protection. Someone died, and you expect us to just stand by and do nothing?"

Sun Xiao'an shook his head again. "Who says we're doing nothing? Haven't we already done enough? Out of the four supervisors in this branch, we've sent three to look into it. Haven't we shown them enough respect?

"And let's look even further back. Nanny Butch killed Rong Jin'an, and Geng Zhiwei killed more than ten of her people in return. He even went and burned down her old house in Hundred Fragrances Village. She didn't dare make a sound or show her face after that. What do you think she was afraid of? Wasn't she clearly afraid of us, the Jiangxiang Gang?

"We've already shown the Geng Family more than enough respect. Geng Zhiwei lost his life because he didn't know his limits. Who else can be blamed for what happened?"

Shi Boyu stayed silent, his expression darkening.

Sun Xiao'an continued saying, "As for the dancehall incident, it might have something to do with Fatty Qin. As for what kind of relationship Fatty Qin has with Nanny Butch, we're not sure."

Shi Boyu asked, "Who exactly is this Fatty Qin?"

Sun Xiao'an packed a handful of tobacco into his water pipe and took a long drag. "I've never heard of him before, but he's with the Three Heroes Sect now. I'm not sure if you've heard of the Three Heroes Sect back in Greenwater Bay, but if this matter really involves them, we mustn't act rashly."

After a long silence, Shi Boyu said, "Let's wait for the hall master's instructions."

It was clear Shi Boyu did not agree with Sun Xiao'an. Nevertheless, Sun Xiao'an chose not to say more. He simply sat there, quietly puffing away on his pipe.

In the afternoon, the hall master sent a messenger to the branch hall.

Dressed neatly, Shi Boyu was about to step out to meet with the hall master. However, the messenger told him, "You don't have to go see the hall master. The hall master has decided to let this matter go. Don't get involved in the Geng Family's matters, and don't get involved with the Yu's Cloth Shop either. Just have Jia Quansheng take the blame, squeeze some money out of the Geng Family's aging patriarch, and rebuild the dancehall."

Shi Boyu was stunned. "That's all we're doing to settle this?"

The messenger took out a letter and handed it to him. "Branch Master Shi, this is from the hall master. He also told me to remind you to keep your mind calm and your hands quick. Steady your heart first, then settle the matters impartially. Handle the rest step by step."

***

Li Banfeng slept in his Pocket Dwelling until the afternoon. When he woke up, his bladder was about to burst. Just as he was about to step out to relieve himself, he suddenly saw Zhou Yujuan, the mistress of the dancehall, standing by his bed with a blank expression.

How is she still alive?

Li Banfeng immediately stood up and grabbed the sickle beside his pillow.

Pop... crackle... pop...

The gramophone's voice came through. "Oh, my dear husband, don't be afraid. I've already subdued this woman. From now on, she will serve you wholeheartedly."

Subdued?

"Didn't you eat her?"

"I've eaten her soul, but I left her body intact and added a bit of spirit essence to it. She can still be useful."

"Useful? How?"

Pop... crackle...

Gramophone cleared her throat. "My dear husband, bring that wretch, the Crimson Lotus, over here. Choose a fine weapon, and have the Crimson Lotus refine it with the woman's corpse. It can produce an enchanted artifact for you."

"What kind of enchanted artifact?"

"That depends on Crimson Lotus's abilities."

Combining a weapon and a corpse would produce an enchanted artifact...?

Li Banfeng scratched his head.

"What kind of weapon would work?"

"That pair of scissors from yesterday will do nicely. It's a weapon with its own spirit!"

Li Banfeng asked in surprise, "That pair of scissors can strike down enemies on its own. Isn't that already an enchanted artifact?"

The Gramophone patiently explained, "My dear husband, you may not know this, but an enchanted artifact is like a polished gemstone. It's bright and perceptive; it's got a temperament and has situational awareness. It recognizes its master and is capable of growth. A weapon with spirit essence, on the other hand, is merely an unpolished stone. It's dull, unresponsive, and foolish, and it won't recognize its master. The two are worlds apart."

Turns out there's a huge difference between enchanted artifacts and spirit weapons.

Li Banfeng fetched the Arcane Crimson Lotus from the outer room. Its petals were open, revealing three lotus seeds inside. They were the products of his spoils from yesterday.

One had been made with Du Hongxi, a level-two Nightfiend Cultivator. When the seed cracked open, it produced four Mystic Blazing Pills.

The number of pills increased exponentially with cultivation level. If he ever killed someone at the ninth level, wouldn't that yield five hundred and twelve Mystic Blazing Pills?

A single Mystic Blazing Pill could grant ten days' worth of cultivation. Five hundred and twelve of them meant more than five thousand days' worth. That was enough to raise his cultivation level by one and a half levels in one go.

What am I thinking?

Kill a level-nine cultivator?

Is a level-nine cultivator that easy to kill?

The remaining two lotus seeds burst one after another, each producing two Mystic Blazing Pills. In total, Li Banfeng now had twenty-four Mystic Blazing Pills.

He'd been saving these cultivation pills little by little, and it was going pretty well so far. Including the one Purple Radiance Pill he had, Li Banfeng had acquired the equivalent of nine months' worth of cultivation time. At this rate, a full year's progress would soon be within reach.

Of course, if he could sell them, cash out, and return to the Outer Provinces, that would be perfect.

After storing the pills in a cloth pouch, Li Banfeng placed the Arcane Crimson Lotus beside Zhou Yujuan's corpse. Then he set the bloodstained scissors next to the corpse.

The Arcane Crimson Lotus responded immediately, absorbing Zhou Yujuan's body but ignoring the scissors.

Clang!

The Gramophone let out a startled cry. "Oh, my dear husband, stop the Crimson Lotus, that shameless wretch! She's taking the easy way out, refining only the corpse. In a moment, she'll turn it into just two Mystic Blazing Pills. That's hardly useful at all!"

Stop the Arcane Crimson Lotus?

As if that were possible.

The petals had already closed, and Li Banfeng had no idea how to pry them open.

The Gramophone roared furiously, "That wretch doesn't know her place! Don't be afraid, my dear husband! I will teach her a lesson on the household rules. Watch me give her a good beating!"

The moment the Arcane Crimson Lotus heard the word "beating," it flared up in anger. Dewdrops flew off its petals like tiny dancing blades, keeping Li Banfeng from getting close.

The Gramophone roared in rage. "Oh, my dear husband, look at how spoiled she's become under your care. She doesn't even respect you anymore! Let me discipline her properly!"

Curls of steam rolled out from the Gramophone, heating the Arcane Crimson Lotus until it glowed red-hot.

The Arcane Crimson Lotus sprayed jets of dew that struck the Gramophone's horns with metallic clangs.

"Oh, this savage, insolent wench!" the Gramophone roared. "My dear husband, help me!"

"All right!" Li Banfeng replied. Then he bolted to the outer room.

The Gramophone screamed hoarsely, "My husband! Where are you going? My husband, how could you abandon me?!"

Li Banfeng shut the door, lit a candle, and calmly sat at the table, flipping through a newspaper.

Domestic matters were all about interpersonal relationships, not fighting and killing. Once the Gramophone and the Arcane Crimson Lotus both cooled off, he would sit them down for a proper talk.

An hour passed with no more sounds of activity from the main room, so Li Banfeng cautiously went back there.

The steam still lingered in the air, and the Arcane Crimson Lotus had yet to cool.

The Gramophone whimpered softly, "The flowers fall and scatter across the sky,

Their fragrance is gone; who pities their plight?

Floating threads drift past the spring pavilion,

Fallen petals cling lightly to the embroidered curtains."

"The Burial of Flowers" was one of the most sorrowful songs of Puluo.

"My dear wife, there's no need to be so pitiful, is there?"

The Gramophone sobbed, "My dear husband, you are so heartless. That insolent wench was arrogant beyond measure, yet when I stepped in to enforce the household rules for you, you didn't even lend a hand."

She spoke as though she had suffered a grave injustice.

Li Banfeng hadn't witnessed the fight between the Gramophone and the Arcane Crimson Lotus, but he could see that the Gramophone didn't have a single scratch on it, while the Arcane Crimson Lotus was still glowing red-hot.

"Domestic matters are still domestic matters," Li Banfeng said, trying to mediate the situation.

Just then, the Arcane Crimson Lotus slowly began to open its petals.

At its core, there was a single lotus seed.

The Arcane Crimson Lotus had only consumed the corpse, not the scissors. That meant it should have produced two red pills.

Yet, when the seed burst open, the thing that sprang out was a golden earring.

Li Banfeng picked up the earring and examined it. The loop was about the size of a silver dollar, with a small gap in the middle meant for hanging from the ear.

Where did this earring come from?

Thinking back carefully, he realized that Zhou Yujuan had always worn it. Li Banfeng had forgotten to remove it from her corpse.

The Arcane Crimson Lotus had devoured the corpse but left the earring behind. What did that mean?

Pop... crackle...

The Gramophone chuckled. "Oh, my dear husband, that Spycraft Cultivator must have worn that earring for so long that it must've absorbed a trace of her spirit essence. The Crimson Lotus did well to turn the earring and the cultivator's corpse into an enchanted artifact."

Li Banfeng asked, "What does this earring do?"

"The woman was a Spycraft Cultivator, with clairaudient hearing. If you wear that earring, my dear husband, you'll gain seventy to eighty percent of that wretch's abilities."

So, wearing it would grant me clairaudient ears?

Li Banfeng quickly clamped the earring onto his earlobe.

The earring didn't require a pierced ear. However, it was very heavy, and it hurt him to have it hanging from his ear.

Li Banfeng listened quietly for a long while, but he heard nothing at all.

"My dear wife, does this thing not work?"

"Oh, my dear husband, you're a Homebound Cultivator. She was a Spycraft Cultivator. Different Daoist paths, different mechanisms."

Li Banfeng took off the earring. "Then it's useless, isn't it?"

"My dear husband, don't be impatient. Come closer and lend me your ear!"

"Again with wanting my ear pressed against your horn?" Li Banfeng hesitated, looking wary.

Pop... crackle...

The Gramophone felt rather aggrieved. "My dear husband, have you taken a new lover outside? Is that why you're shunning me?"

"It's not that. You're just a little too enthusiastic..."

Before he even finished talking, the Gramophone burst into loud sobs. "My life as your wife... is so miserable, so miserable~"

Whoosh!

A large blast of steam engulfed Li Banfeng.

Agony shot through Li Banfeng. It felt as if a layer of his skin had been peeled off.

She's serious this time!

Why has she suddenly gone mad?

Li Banfeng didn't stop to think. He bolted straight for the door.

But before he could reach it, the Gramophone wailed, "Dear husband, where are you going? Dear husband, are you truly abandoning your little wife? Dear husband!"

As her mournful cries rang out, scalding steam roiled around him.

Haven't we been on good terms lately?

Didn't we even share some tender, intimate moments?

Why did she turn on me so suddenly...

Overwhelmed by the scorching heat, Li Banfeng lost consciousness.

Late into the night, Li Banfeng awoke to the sound of singing.

「 "When autumn comes, the lotus blooms with fragrance,

Each night, the maiden dreams of home.

When she wakes, her parents are nowhere in sight,

Only moonlight shines before her window~ 」

The song was called "The Song of Four Seasons."

Why's she singing "The Song of Four Seasons"?

I can hear her singing.

That means I'm still alive. She didn't kill me.

Hang on. I can't be happy about this yet.

Maybe all that's left is my soul... or maybe she's already eaten that too.

Li Banfeng struggled to his feet. He looked at his surroundings, illuminated by the dim glow of the flames in the Gramophone's fuel chamber.

It's the Pocket Dwelling. I'm still inside the Pocket Dwelling. I'm not trapped inside the Gramophone's horn.

Li Banfeng checked his body.

It was still there. He could feel it.

Furthermore, he was unscathed; there were no burns from the scalding steam.

Thank goodness. I'm still alive.

Feeling along the wall, Li Banfeng quietly made his way toward the front door of the Pocket Dwelling. The Gramophone seemed calm for now, and he intended to take the chance to leave the Pocket Dwelling immediately.

The singing stopped abruptly, replaced by the crashing of gongs and drums.

Clang, clang, clang!

Startled, Li Banfeng pressed himself flat against the wall.

However, it appeared that he pressed too hard against the wall. The wall gave way behind him, leaving a gaping hole.

Do I have that much strength?

Of course not.

Li Banfeng examined the hole carefully. The edges and corners were extremely smooth and level.

It's a door!

The Pocket Dwelling has gained another door!

What does this mean?

Li Banfeng glanced around. The room was pitch black, but he could clearly sense the change in space around him.

The Pocket Dwelling had expanded. There was now another room.

The Gramophone crackled to life and sang.

「 When my husband is away, my heart feels lost,

A lovesick heart speaks words of sorrow and frost.

A woman without her man is but masterless clay,

So for my husband, another chamber I lay.~ 」

Another chamber?

The Gramophone added another room to the Pocket Dwelling?

Just how much power does she still have hidden?

Hiss~

The Gramophone sighed softly. "My dear husband, please don't be angry with me. I bestow you with the second level of your cultivation."

The second level?

Why is it the second level already?!