Chapter 228 Recognition of the Master

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, with a pair of black-framed glasses on his flat face, silently looking at the fortune teller in front of him.

The fortune teller smiled humbly: "Mr. Han, I have told you the matter. Do you think it is appropriate for us to take action tonight?"

Han Juncheng sneered: "When my father was still the governor, I was too lazy to look at people like you."

The fortune teller nodded repeatedly and said: "Thank you, Mr. Han, for your honor. You are also giving face to the master."

Han Juncheng snorted: "Master? Who is your master? He Jiaqing?

You don't know what my father's identity is. In the past, it was not so easy for a businessman's son like He Jiaqing to see me."

The fortune teller still kept smiling.

Han Juncheng is indeed arrogant, but this has nothing to do with arrogance.

"You are going to take action tonight, and you only told me now?" Han Juncheng was very dissatisfied with this.

The fortune teller explained, "It's urgent. The master wanted to wait for a better time..."

"Stop talking so much, why are you talking so much?" Han Juncheng interrupted the fortune teller impatiently, "Go and prepare everything you need. Let's start at twelve o'clock tonight.

I hate Tiemenbao. A group of poor people can't afford to make a fortune. They have never seen the world and don't know the rules when they speak and do things. After the matter is done, let He Jiaqing find an opportunity to destroy them. I feel sick when I see them."

As a home cultivator, Han Juncheng had also been to Tiemenbao.

He claimed to be a third-level home cultivator at that time, but in fact he had already reached the sixth level of cultivation at that time.

At first, he could still hide it, but within half a month, Han Juncheng beat an old lady selling vegetables because of a trivial matter.

He hit hard and the old lady was seriously injured.

Looking at the skills he used, Zhou Anju knew that Han Juncheng had passed the fifth level and drove him out of the fort that night.

Han Juncheng still holds a grudge, and he has always wanted to destroy Tiemenbao.

After setting a time, the fortune teller went to make preparations first, and Han Juncheng discussed things with the house spirit.

He has a house spirit, but he has to find another house spirit tonight. Can he do this?

Yes.

The premise is to obtain the consent of the house spirit.

Han Juncheng's house spirit is a woman. I don't know what she likes about Han Juncheng. She is obedient to him. She will naturally agree to what Han Juncheng says.

"Juncheng, you must be careful. There are many masters in Tiemenbao." The masters she mentioned refer to the house spirits.

Han Juncheng smiled contemptuously: "What if there are masters? The house spirits are just slaves of the house repair."

The house spirits did not speak again.

Han Juncheng sat under the eaves, looking at the sky with an indifferent expression.

...

The fortune teller entered Tiemenbao, and it's no wonder that his business has a big market in Tiemenbao.

Zhai Xiu was very superstitious and was particularly obsessed with fortune-telling, character divination, and palm reading.

The fortune-teller went around the fort and told fortunes for more than 30 households in one day.

Those who asked him to tell fortunes said that he was accurate, but when they returned home satisfied, they all felt sleepy.

Zhai Xiu was free and easy in this regard, sleeping when he was sleepy.

But he slept very deeply, and he didn't want to get up until late at night.

This was the method of the seventh-level disease cultivator, and the fortune-teller was Wan Jinxian.

He made every Zhai Xiu who had seen his face suffer from narcolepsy, but only this time, and they would be fine when they woke up tomorrow.

In fact, Wan Jinxian could make them suffer from more serious diseases, and he could even bring a plague to Tiemenbao.

But it was not easy to do all this without anyone noticing.

His cultivation was very high and his skills were very powerful, but it was not so easy for the house cultivators to die. As long as they returned to the house, they could recover quickly. If one house cultivator fell ill, the other house cultivators would immediately step up their vigilance.

Wan Jinxian was a cautious person and would not do anything extra at a critical moment.

Sleeping was not considered a disease for the house cultivators. Even if they slept too much, ordinary house cultivators would not take it to heart, but would feel that they had earned it.

After dark, the Iron Gate Fort closed its gate and there was silence.

Wan Jinxian used a magic weapon to take Han Juncheng directly from outside the fort to inside the fort, and walked all the way to the fort owner's mansion along the route designated by Wan Jinxian.

Along the way, they passed by the doors of many house cultivators, but no house cultivator could find their whereabouts because the house cultivators on this road were all asleep.

The mansion was a forbidden area. According to Li Banfeng's instructions, no one was allowed to approach within 100 meters around the mansion, and there were two house cultivators who were specially guarding here.

Wan Jinxian looked at the house cultivators from a distance and yawned at them.

The house repairmen didn't see Wan Jinxian, but the yawn brought the virus to them.

Soon, two house repairmen yawned one after another, they were sleepy.

House repairmen have a strong sense of responsibility, and they can't fall asleep when they are on duty.

They struggled to fight against fatigue, first tears, then runny noses, and when saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, the two could no longer resist and fell asleep on the side of the road.

Wan Jinxian led Han Juncheng into the mansion and pointed to the annex building in the east: "Mr. Han, the house spirit we are looking for is in that building. Be careful after you go in. I'll wait for you here."

Han Juncheng didn't want to talk to Wan Jinxian. Talking to such an inferior person really made him feel uncomfortable.

The only thing he needed to confirm was that the name of this house spirit was Zhao Xiaowan.

After entering the annex building, a cold air rushed over.

Han Juncheng smelled the scent of the dead in the air. He didn't consider the layout and situation of the house at all, and followed the smell directly to the second floor.

Wan Jinxian frowned slightly. Han Juncheng's way of doing things was a bit reckless.

He Jiaqing also said that Han Juncheng's cultivation was high enough, but he lacked experience.

Wan Jinxian felt that the sixth-level house cultivator should have experienced some things.

He had indeed experienced things, such as his father's arrest, which hurt him a lot.

But this has nothing to do with combat experience. His cultivation was raised by his house spirit. It was really his luck to find a house spirit who was devoted to him in this world, but now this house spirit could no longer give him a higher cultivation.

This was also the reason why Han Juncheng agreed to do this job. He wanted to change the house spirit.

He had also heard of Zhao Xiaowan's name. In his opinion, a famous general and a legendary woman could barely match his status.

As for how to deal with the previous house spirit, he hadn't thought about it yet. He could keep it as a servant, or give it to Zhao Xiaowan as bait.

Han Juncheng preferred the second option, as he felt that Zhao Xiaowan deserved the reward.

For such a powerful and prestigious house spirit, a gift would surely win her heart, and she would be willing to do anything in the future.

The annex building was not small, with seven rooms on the second floor. Han Juncheng passed by the doors one by one, walked back and forth twice, and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

He gently pushed open the door and saw that there were no other furnishings in the room, only a weapon rack.

On the weapon rack, there was only a long spear, and nothing else.

The spear was 12 feet long, and the spear tip was 7.7 inches long, exactly the same as the description in the novel.

The only difference was that there was no red tassel on this spear.

Could a spear without a red tassel be Zhao Xiaowan?

Did I find the wrong one?

It was not wrong.

Han Juncheng sensed the extremely powerful power of this spear.

This was the power of the Flying General!

Han Juncheng stood in front of the spear and called out, "Zhao Xiaowan!"

After waiting for more than a minute, the spear did not show any resistance.

Calling out the name of the house spirit in person, the house spirit did not resist, which proved that the house spirit accepted the house repair, and this process was called the house spirit recognizing the master.

Han Juncheng saw that the house spirit did not resist, but he was not too surprised. In his opinion. Whether it was his own cultivation or his own identity, Zhao Xiaowan had no chance to refuse him.

He reached out to pick up the spear on the weapon rack with a comfortable smile on his face.

Since getting this spear, Han Juncheng firmly believed that his destiny would return to the right path.

He always thought that God was too unfair to him. He should have everything, why did he take it all away from him?

Take this spear, walk out of this building, and kill the sick repair first.

He hated Wan Jinxian very much. A servant should not have that face, a face that seemed to know everything!

After killing the sick cultivator and then the fort owner here, Han Juncheng thought he could occupy Tiemen Fort naturally.

Start from Tiemen Fort, accumulate wealth, and then return to Green Water City.

In Green Water City, trample the major families underfoot, and then return to Waizhou.

After returning to Waizhou, He Jiaqing must be killed. He has long been fed up with He Jiaqing's pointing fingers over the years.

At that time, those who look down on him and those who say he is guilty must die!

Han Juncheng wants all those who have offended him to kneel on the ground and beg, to make them repent for everything they have done, to make them...

As his thoughts flew, Han Juncheng found that his hand did not touch the spear.

The reason was that his hand fell to the ground.

The spear had been on the weapon rack without moving, at least he looked like it was not moving.

But his hand fell off at the wrist, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon.

Blood dripped down the spear tip. Could it be...

But just now, the spear didn't move. It was because she was too fast...

She didn't recognize her master?

She had clearly called her name, why didn't she recognize her master?

At this moment, Han Juncheng felt the severe pain in his wrist.

He pinched his arm and turned around to leave. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

His left leg, from the knee down, was left on the ground.

There was more blood on the spear.

Han Juncheng wailed loudly, and the spear trembled slightly.

Han Juncheng, who was crying on the ground, seemed to see a little afterimage.

He lost another leg, the right leg was gone, from the thigh root down.

Han Juncheng was almost fainted from the pain. The only intact thing on his torso was his left hand.

A woman's voice came to his ear: "Crawl!"

The voice was very soft, but with irresistible power.

Han Juncheng used his only remaining hand to desperately crawl out of the room, crawl through the corridor, and crawl down the stairs.

When he was about to crawl to the door, a long spear suddenly appeared and pierced his shoulder, nailing him to the ground.

This is called a public display.

On the battlefield, this is a common method to deter the enemy.

Han Juncheng is also suitable for public display because his crying is loud enough.

"Save me, save me..." Han Juncheng's vision was blurred when he cried. Looking at Wan Jinxian at the door, he seemed to see his father,

"Dad, save me, Dad, I'm in pain, save me...

You ask someone to find my house spirit, Dad, she will definitely save me,

Dad, pull this gun down, Dad, I'm in pain..."

"Child, you recognized the wrong person, next life, don't be so reckless."

Wan Jinxian turned around and left. If he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.

PS: Han Juncheng was just standing at the door, which scared Banfeng.

The key is that this house spirit is deaf and blind and can't hear any sound at all. Can Banfeng think of any good solution?