The little flower fairy's pleas and cries were of no use whatsoever, and the heartless young master still confiscated the book "The White Fox's Fate".

Although the little flower spirit was still unwilling to give up, knocking on doors and windows every day, trying to get the book back by pestering her, she was still a mountain spirit with a romantic nature. After a while, seeing Feng Bingwen's firm attitude, she gave up her hopes.

a fart

If I can't get my treasure back, can't I just look for other treasures?

As the saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart.

"..."

Feng Bingwen pulled a small booklet from a lush vine, looking at the few somewhat blurry large characters on the cover of this palm-sized book.

The Doorman's Biography

Without even looking at the contents, Feng Bingwen could tell what type of book it was just from the title, the format, and the size.

"Sigh, little Qingyi, you've gone astray too."

After standing silently for a while, Feng Bingwen looked at the elf timidly peeking out from the vine in front of him, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

“Young master, they insisted on hiding things here, saying that my place is lush and leafy, making it a good place to hide things.”

"Alright, I understand. You don't need to explain anymore."

Feng Bingwen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.

At this moment, his mind was as still as water, without the slightest ripple, even though he had recently resolved to straighten out these elves and had even made time to outwit and outmaneuver them.

But after some time, Feng Bingwen came to terms with it. Let them watch if they want; it's not some kind of demonic or evil magic, it won't change their essential nature as plants and spirits, nor will it corrupt them. He just needs to guide them properly.

However, there is one thing: if he finds even one of these books, he will confiscate it immediately; that is his stance.

Speaking of which, because of these tireless little sprites exploring the unknown, his bedroom now has seven or eight such books, which have broadened his knowledge and horizons. The literary talent of this great scholar is truly remarkable, and his writing is very delicate.

Let me state upfront that he was just flipping through it casually; Feng Bingwen, on the other hand, was a scholar who studied the Daoist canon and aspired to become an immortal.

“When you go to the county town to steal books, don’t forget to leave behind something of equal value. Although this doesn’t change the fact that it’s theft, it will at least make up for it.”

Feng Bingwen remained speechless for a moment, then turned around and gave instructions to the few little ones who were peeking out from among the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard.

It was precisely because of the perseverance of these little guys that Feng Bingwen had to back down. These guys actually dared to travel back and forth between Fengjia Village and the county town day and night, searching for forbidden books from house to house.

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's command, a little flower fairy hiding among the chrysanthemums, sporting a head of brilliant golden hair, responded happily.

"Don't get too cocky. If I catch you, I'll confiscate every single one you see."

Feng Bingwen rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, sir, don't you want to see it too?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"When I went into your room a little later, I saw you flipping through a book."

"I was just flipping through things casually, and you just happened to see it."

Feng Bingwen remained expressionless. He was a respectable man; how could he possibly be reading forbidden books at night?

"Sir, you're lying!"

"You've tarnished my reputation, take this beating!"

"Ouch, that hurts! Don't spank me!"

"See if you dare to talk nonsense again!"

In my leisure time, I tend to flowers and read books at night; when I'm busy, I drive away evil and slay demons.

Feng Bingwen was quite satisfied with his leisurely life after meeting a good teacher. Although he needed to go out from time to time to slay demons and monsters because of his cooperation with the government, these were minor matters. Each time, he could earn several hundred to a few thousand merits.

Over time, coupled with his daily efforts to persuade people with reason, by the time he turned ten, his good deeds had once again exceeded ten thousand. This time, he had painstakingly accumulated them through his own hard work.

Name: Feng Bingwen

Good deeds: 10,098 ( )

Misdeeds: Lu Baiyi Twelve (612)

"It's broken 10,000 again! Hold back, don't make any random wishes!"

At night, on his bed, Feng Bingwen looked at the line of merit records, which had reached five figures. Although he was in a good mood, he was not particularly excited.

Because he had accumulated this enormous amount of good deeds little by little through countless small acts, he felt very peaceful about possessing these ten thousand good deeds.

However, Feng Bingwen did not intend to use these 10,000 good deeds. He knew that these good deeds were not enough and far from fulfilling his wish.

Condensing the vital energy and opening the meridians, the pulse patterns are of nine grades.

Above the ninth rank, there is the celestial rank.

If he were just an ordinary person, he would be overjoyed to be able to open a third-grade pulse. However, with the Heavenly Book in his possession, Feng Bingwen was not satisfied with merely being at the third grade; he wanted to open a celestial grade.

However, he did not have immortal parents, and his physique, stripped of the influence of the Dragon Ball, was quite mediocre in terms of immortality. He could cultivate immortality, but he would not achieve much.

Therefore, the only thing he could hope for if he wanted to open a celestial-grade meridian was a primordial spiritual object that could defy fate and seize the creation of heaven and earth, so that he could be comparable to the son of an immortal.

However, even true immortals would covet such innate spiritual objects, so how could they possibly fall into the hands of a mere mortal like him?

Therefore, only heavenly books and prayers for good deeds can help.

It took more than 13,000 merits to obtain the Dragon Pearl back then, and this was just a single Flood Dragon Pearl. Although its origin was quite extraordinary, it was only related to immortals.

His master had a powerful background, but he only accepted him as a nominal disciple. Although he could be considered to have some connection with immortals, there were still several layers between them.

Therefore, we can basically conclude that if one wants to obtain a divinely ordained spiritual object that can defy fate, the amount of good deeds required for prayer must be in the tens of thousands, and it is not necessarily a small tens of thousands, but rather a large tens of thousands.

"I'll save it up slowly. I'm still young, I have plenty of time."

Although Feng Bingwen was filled with longing, he was not anxious. He was living a very comfortable life and was not facing any life-or-death crises.

Having made up his mind, Feng Bingwen settled down on the bed, found a comfortable position, and prepared to fall into a deep sleep.

Boom—

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed between heaven and earth, so loud it seemed to shatter the sky. The thunder, which shook everyone's heart, completely dispelled the sleepiness that Feng Bingwen had finally managed to cultivate.

"Ugh, so noisy!"

Such earth-shattering thunder made Feng Bingwen involuntarily pick his ears. His spiritual sense far surpassed that of ordinary people, and the pressure he endured when the power of heaven and earth erupted was naturally far greater than that of ordinary people.

"Judging by the time, it seems that the Grain in Ear season has passed and the Summer Solstice is approaching. It is the season for thunder. But it would be a joke for me, the Water Lord, to be woken up by thunder while I am sleeping. Just wait, when my Dharma Form advances further, I will make sure that you can't even make a single thunderclap."