"Although I understand, being this poor is just too tragic."

Even though he had no expectations, when the Crimson Armor Dragon dragged the two tattered demon corpses out of the lake and placed them in front of Feng Bingwen, the ten-year-old child couldn't help but show a look of disdain after examining them.

These two demonic beasts were no different from some of the monsters he had killed before; their most valuable part was their own bodies.

Feng Bingwen had initially held onto a sliver of hope and expectation, seeing that the aura of these two demonic beasts far surpassed that of the lesser demons and monsters he had previously driven away. But in the end, all his hopes were dashed.

"But what kind of treasure is this? This tiger demon even put its entire life and fortune into it."

Although these two demonic beasts were practically penniless, the tiger demon still had something: the small copper bell it spat out at the last moment of its life was still intact, unlike the snake's core, which was directly shattered.

Feng Bingwen played with the small copper bell in his hand, which was about the size of his palm. The bell was simple and ancient in design. Although it made a clear sound when shaken, it did not have any special effect, but it made his mind more peaceful.

But what's so special about that? Which Taoist cultivator doesn't have some methods for calming the mind and focusing the spirit? Otherwise, how could they meditate?

Of course, this small bronze bell wasn't without its special features. With a tentative mindset, Feng Bingwen threw the bell out and manipulated the Crimson Armor Dragon to strike it with its halberd.

Ding~

Golden sparks flew, and the copper bell was cleaved away, flying for miles in an instant.

However, within the Wolong Lake area, as long as it is in the water, there is nothing that Feng Da Shui Jun cannot find, not to mention that his current White Dragon Dharma Form has been blessed by divine weapons, making it even more extraordinary.

The moment the small copper bell was shattered and fell into the water, water surged up on the lake surface, surrounding the bell and presenting it to Feng Bingwen.

"Huh!"

Feng Bingwen reached out and picked up the bronze bell. After just one glance, he let out a surprised exclamation. The bronze bell had been slashed by the halberd, leaving a mark on it.

But it only left a mark, a very faint slash, without even changing its shape. What excited Feng Bingwen even more was that the slash was actually slowly healing.

In the short time Feng Bingwen watched, the bronze bell's appearance returned to normal, retaining its ancient and dignified appearance. This was enough to prove how extraordinary the bronze bell's origin was.

"My darling!"

Although he didn't understand the purpose of the bronze bell, Feng Bingwen was in a good mood because this was the first treasure he had obtained without going through the Heavenly Book. Although it was related to the Heavenly Book, it was still a good start.

"It's time to go back."

After tucking the copper bell into his pocket, Feng Bingwen looked at the gloomy sky that had returned to normal and was now pouring rain. He glanced at the majestic Crimson-Armored Dragon General beside him, and after some thought, he did not put it away. Instead, he left it on the island in the middle of the lake and rode on the clouds toward his own mansion.

The main problem is that he doesn't have any storage methods like the Mustard Seed Universe, which would allow the Dharma Image to enter his body with a single thought. However, he can't put away that divine weapon that carries a fierce aura. Moreover, the halberd that matches his sixteen-foot body would be difficult to handle even if he carried it back.

Most importantly, this ancient divine weapon is surrounded by a malevolent aura that is almost tangible. This thing will not only ruin the feng shui of the Feng family mansion, but will also have a negative impact on the health of mortals.

Upon returning to the mansion, Feng Bingwen discovered that the phantom of the water vapor he had left behind had been brought to the main hall of the mansion, where he was with two elderly people and more than a dozen farmhands.

"Hiss, the noise was still too loud, it scared the old man."

Amidst the pervasive steam, Feng Bingwen's senses revealed that everyone in the hall wore expressions of fear and unease, their faces ashen, their legs trembling, and they nearly fainted. They all appeared terrified, including the two elderly people, who wore expressions of worry and bewilderment.

Clearly, they had also witnessed the terrifying commotion. The overwhelming power made them uneasy, and everyone huddled together instinctively.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Bingwen felt an urge to tell the two elders everything about his situation, but he quickly suppressed this urge.

Based on his experiences over the past few years, people would believe him if he told them. The stories of gods and demons described by storytellers are not as outlandish as his experiences. The existence of the Heavenly Book is something that cannot be told to outsiders; it is enough for him to know it alone.

With a faint sense of apology, Feng Bingwen's figure silently blended into the hall, appearing somewhat taciturn amidst the misty illusions.

"Master Feng, Madam, there seems to be no movement outside."

A tense and fearful atmosphere filled the hall. A farmhand standing near the main entrance listened intently for a moment, then his face lit up with surprise. He spoke with some uncertainty.

Upon hearing this, the strong but still ordinary farmhands calmed down and listened patiently for a while. Sure enough, they found that there was no more noise outside, only the sound of the torrential rain pouring down.

"Just as I thought, there's no sound outside!"

Some people went outside to muster their courage and glanced out, only to see a dark, rumbling sky. They did not see the red light that had just flashed, and the terrifying roar was nowhere to be seen either.

It seemed that after the disaster was over, the atmosphere in the hall, which had just seemed somewhat heavy, suddenly became more lively.

"Those things must be gone!"

"They must have left."

Uncertainty arose, followed by bold speculation.

"What were those just now? Could they be the great monsters from the operas?!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You heard what happened just now."

"Don't worry, even if there really are monsters, the city god of the county will subdue them!"

At this moment, the old man calmly spoke up. Although he considered himself a scholar who did not speak of strange phenomena or supernatural beings, only ghosts and gods could calm people's hearts at this time. Otherwise, in the panic of people's hearts, disaster might occur.

“Our City God is very efficacious. A few years ago, a judge appeared and subdued a vicious tiger that had run out of the mountains. The tiger skin that was skinned off is still hanging in the City God Temple.”

Is the story of "Judge Subduing the Tiger" true?

"May the City God protect us!"

"May the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta protect me! As long as I can get home safely, I will definitely go to the temple to offer three large incense sticks!"

Upon hearing this, the many farmhands calmed down, but some of them knelt on the ground and began to pray in the direction of what they remembered as the City God Temple or a Buddhist temple.

Feng Bingwen, who was being held in his grandmother's arms, saw this scene and his eyes flickered. He did not have any intention of looking down on it. When ordinary people encounter a powerful monster, they are so powerless and can only seek help from ghosts and gods.

With a thought, the crimson-armored dragon general, which had been remaining on the island in the middle of the lake, suddenly took to the clouds and headed towards Xuan Ting Lake...