NOVEL NEXT Chapter 204: Breaking the Curse_3
"Are you a Home Cultivator?" the elder asked in surprise as he looked at Li Banfeng.
Li Banfeng didn't speak.
This old man's experience was indeed rich. He had recognized Li Banfeng's Fourth Layer Technique.
"That can't be right. You move so fast, aren't you a Traveling Cultivator? Or did you cultivate in two Taoist Sects? But you can't Dual Cultivate in Home and Traveling Cultivation…"
Li Banfeng stopped wasting words with the fortune-teller. His mind was now consumed only by anger, furious at being played by this fortune-teller.
"My dear, it's time for dinner!" Li Banfeng dragged the fortune-teller into the Portable Residence.
"My love, have you left Fool's City?" the Phonograph asked, overjoyed.
"Not yet," Li Banfeng tossed the fortune-teller in front of the Phonograph. "Anyway, let's eat first."
The fortune-teller looked at the Phonograph, sizing it up and down, and asked, "Are you his House Spirit?"
The Phonograph let out a cold laugh. "You've got good eyesight."
The fortune-teller shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible, his house can't be in Fool's City..."
WHOOSH.
A burst of steam scalded the fortune-teller, who cried out. The Phonograph shouted angrily, "How dare you! Who allowed you to speak? First, tell me, are you a Foolish Cultivator?"
The fortune-teller nodded. "In life, I indeed was a Foolish Cultivator."
"What is your cultivation level?"
"Second Layer!"
"Second Layer?" Li Banfeng couldn't believe it. He couldn't possibly have been dragged into a tough fight by a Second Layer Cultivator. "Don't believe him, my dear, this old scoundrel's cultivation level is definitely more than Second Layer."
The Phonograph, however, felt that the elder wasn't lying. "My love, I have heard from elders that it's indeed possible for a Second Layer Foolish Cultivator to kill a Third Layer Cultivator, and even contend with a Fourth Layer Cultivator."
Second Layer contending with Fourth Layer?
How strong must that Taoist Sect be?
Li Banfeng asked, "You're Second Layer, so what about the medicine seller? What Layer is he?"
The fortune-teller replied, "He has Third Layer Cultivation."
He has Third Layer Cultivation?
His cultivation level is higher than the fortune-teller's?
Are you kidding me?
"What is the Friendly Inn's Shopkeeper's cultivation level?"
"He has Fourth Layer Cultivation," the fortune-teller replied.
That Shopkeeper, wielding a knife, wanting to chop me to pieces.
Chasing me all over with an entire inn's worth of people—that Shopkeeper has Fourth Layer Cultivation?
Aren't Foolish Cultivators supposed to be very astute?
"Liar!" Li Banfeng shook his head. "My dear, this man is a liar."
Even the Phonograph couldn't discern the truth at this moment and instead asked, "Do you know the way to leave Fool's City?"
The fortune-teller nodded. "Yes, only I know. I can lead the way. It depends on whether you trust me or not."
Lead the way?
Not a chance.
I'll never let this fortune-teller leave.
SIZZLE.
The Phonograph disagreed as well. "Old man, releasing you will surely harm my love. Tell me the method to leave the city. If it works, I will naturally let you go. If it does not, I will flay you alive."
The fortune-teller nodded. "What I told your husband before was the truth. He has a karmic connection with that desolate house and must stay in it for a full day and night to break the karmic bond before he can leave the city."
Is he telling the truth?
What if he lied to my love? Then what?
Should I let my love go out and try first?
But if I don't believe him, what other choice is there?
Torture him? Forcefully extract the truth?
But what if the truth gets twisted into lies under duress? Then what?
HUFF. HUFF.
The Phonograph revved up, moving faster and faster.
The fortune-teller's expression became even calmer.
Li Banfeng's thoughts were spinning faster than the Phonograph.
The other Magical Treasures couldn't come up with a strategy.
Even Red Lotus seemed somewhat undecided.
In the unusually quiet Portable Residence, amidst the tense atmosphere, a yawn was suddenly heard.
"Are you hungry?"
The Judge's Pen spoke up. He rarely uttered four words and seemed to be talking to the Phonograph.
The Phonograph was quite surprised. "You're asking me if I'm hungry?"
Without the patience to repeat himself, the Judge's Pen added, "If you're hungry, then eat."