"I am a military judge from Chongshan Prefecture. May I ask where you come from?"

Holding a golden mace, the prefectural military judge, whose golden armor was more elaborate, had a solemn look in his eyes. Judging from his cautious appearance, it seemed that if the situation were to turn slightly wrong, he would smash the golden mace in his hand.

"I come from Longchuan Prefecture."

Feng Bingwen looked down at the martial judge who carried a strong scent of incense, and then remembered that every large city must have ghosts and gods. Even if the people of this prefecture city evacuated, the ghosts and gods would not follow them.

"Longchuan Prefecture? May I ask what brings you here?"

The golden-armored judge pondered for a moment, then continued to press for answers.

"Having heard that the Dragon King of Xuanting Lake is causing flooding, which will lead to widespread disaster, I have come here specifically to see if I can offer any assistance."

"Hmm, are you from Qingshan County, Longchuan Prefecture?"

The judge sized up the dragon general before him, who was much taller than him, and suddenly remembered a piece of news he had heard not long ago. With a thought, he suddenly asked a question.

"That's right."

Feng Bingwen paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. The reason he hadn't specified which county he was from was because he felt it unnecessary; he had traveled hundreds of miles to the vicinity of Xuanting Lake, and the local spirits and deities were unlikely to know his name.

"Young Master Feng Bingwen?"

Judge Wu asked another question tentatively.

"It is indeed I, Your Honor. How do you know the name of such an insignificant person as me?"

Feng Bingwen felt somewhat bewildered. He hadn't done anything particularly significant, yet his fame had spread hundreds of miles away, and even the ghosts and gods of this great city had heard of him.

"I heard about Young Master Feng's deeds from my colleagues. I've heard that you are a disciple of an immortal. I've long admired your name. Meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed extraordinary."

A smile appeared on Judge Wu's solemn face, as if he had understood the background and origin of the dragon general in front of him, and combined with what he had sensed, he understood something.

"Disciple of an immortal?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen found it absurd.

"Your Excellency Wu must have misheard. My master is not an immortal."

Did I hear that right?

Chongshan Wupan felt that there was something wrong with his source of information.

"My master's parents are immortals in the world. Although with my master's talent, becoming an immortal is only a matter of time, it will still take some time."

"..."

Judge Wu fell silent. Even under these circumstances, knowing that the other party's status was extremely noble, the judge felt that the golden mace in his hand seemed eager to smash it into the face of the man in front of him.

I complimented you, and you immediately started acting all high and mighty?

Is it really that powerful to have a master who is destined to become an immortal?

That's really impressive.

"Then your title of disciple of an immortal is not entirely wrong."

Judge Wu knew his smile was forced, but he knew he had to smile. If the other party wasn't lying, he, a mere judge of the prefecture, couldn't afford to offend him.

"I don't deserve it!"

"What was Young Master Feng trying to do just now?"

Judge Chongshan asked directly, revealing that he only wanted to get rid of this extraordinary second-generation immortal as soon as possible.

"I saw that there were many elderly people living alone in the city, and I wanted to use magic to protect them."

Feng Bingwen frankly admitted that he came for this very purpose: to protect the people around Xuanting Lake and to slay the demons and monsters that covet the flesh and blood of mortals.

"Young Master Feng is very kind."

Upon hearing this, the martial judge lowered his golden mace slightly, but the smile on his face vanished.

"There's no need for you to expend your magic power on this matter, young master. I don't think you've formally cultivated, but rather you've acquired this Dharma form by borrowing external objects."

"Your Excellency Judge has excellent eyesight."

Feng Bingwen did not deny that he believed in the virtue of the gods of incense offerings. He believed that only a person of great virtue and wisdom could enter the temple, reside on the altar, and receive incense offerings from the people.

"Young Master Feng, you need not concern yourself with these elderly people."

"But has the City God made any arrangements?"

Feng Bingwen's mind stirred. Faced with such a disaster, even ghosts and gods who abide by the rules of Yin and Yang would have to show their divine powers and reveal some supernatural abilities in front of people.

"Of course, there's a plan!"

"That's what the judge replied."

"Before the flood submerges Chongshan Prefecture, we will send ghost soldiers to guide the souls of these old people to the City God's blessed land, and we will ensure that they do not suffer the pain of drowning."

"this……"

Feng Bingwen was greatly shocked. He never expected that the city god of a prefecture would make such an arrangement.

"Does Young Master Feng find this inappropriate?"

Seeing the strange expression on the face of the dragon general before him, Judge Wu looked helpless, but still offered an explanation.

"Even if the City God has extraordinary powers, it is impossible for him to protect so many elderly people in the flood that has spread for thousands of miles. They are already old and frail, and they need to be taken care of in their daily lives. They are now at an age where they are plagued by diseases."

Guiding their souls into a blessed land is not a bad thing at all; on the contrary, it can free them from the pain and suffering caused by their aging bodies.

Furthermore, to compensate for their lost lifespan being prematurely taken away, they will be given an additional lifespan in the underworld equal to the amount of their lost lifespan after entering the blessed land.

Yin Shou? Feng Bingwen knew that even ghosts had a limited lifespan. Once they reached that age, their souls would dissipate, leaving only a wisp of their true spirit, which would then be thrown into the River of Oblivion.

However, the limitation of a person's lifespan can be overcome by cultivating ghost cultivation methods and becoming a ghost cultivator, or by absorbing the yin energy of heaven and earth to become a vengeful ghost.

"I see."

Although he felt awkward, Feng Bingwen still understood.

In the eyes of ghosts and gods, allowing the elderly suffering from aging and illness to enter the blessed land ahead of time may be a kind of blessing.

"Then please go, Young Master Feng. Compared to these old people, the people outside the city who are seeking a way to survive need your supernatural powers more!"

"Then I shall take my leave."

Having said that, Feng Bingwen saw no need to remain in this increasingly desolate city. He transformed into a crimson rainbow, soaring into the sky and flying along the winding dragon that stretched far into the distance from the city.

Before long, Feng Bingwen found the end of the migrating caravan that stretched for dozens of miles. There was a group of armored soldiers holding broadswords. The swords, which were almost as tall as a person, were shimmering with spiritual light. Although they did not have any special supernatural powers, they could cut through iron like mud—only ordinary iron.

Besides these armored warriors, there was also a group of eccentric individuals with distinctive attire. There was a chivalrous knight in a cloth shirt and short jacket, carrying a greatsword; an old charlatan with long hair, dressed in a Taoist robe; and a little girl carrying a flower basket, who seemed to be selling flowers... They were all different and varied, but each had their own magical abilities. Although most of them were close to magic tricks, they could sometimes achieve some unexpected results.

However, at this point, the lead-out team, composed of armored soldiers and wandering sorcerers, encountered a problem that they could not solve.

Landslide.

Due to the continuous erosion caused by the torrential rain, rocks and mud washed down from the shady side of a mountain where vegetation was scarce, filling a section of the mountain path and cutting off the team's way forward.

Although some soldiers were unwilling to give up and tried to cut through the mountain and dig out rocks, they were quickly pulled away by their companions, rendering their efforts futile.

"The road is completely blocked, how are we supposed to get through!"

An old charlatan carrying a long banner looked at the road buried under mud and rocks and couldn't help but wail. Although he had some tricks up his sleeve, he was helpless against the terrain.

"Old Jia, didn't you consult a fortune teller before we set off? He said our journey would be fraught with danger but without real harm. But now the mountain roads are all blocked. If we take a detour, who knows how far we'll have to go? What do you say about that?"

The impetuous young man grabbed the fortune teller carrying the long banner and couldn't help but question him.

"Human strength is no match for destiny. What does this have to do with my divination? If you want to blame someone, blame the Dragon King. It's just that the rain has been falling for too long and has washed away the mountains."

The old charlatan flung the boy's hand away and said irritably.

"Alright, we've come this far, what's the point of arguing? This road is blocked, let's just go around to the mountain."

"Still going around the mountain? Look back, how many people behind us are about to collapse?"

"What else can we do but take a detour? Are we all supposed to dig through the mountain? Are you kidding me? We only have three days, and most of the day has already passed. How can we possibly have time to dig through the mountain?"

As the crowd continued to argue, the number of people migrating from the rear grew larger and larger, and the cries and shouts could not be drowned out even by the torrential rain.

Click!

As a thunderclap exploded in the sky, a heart-shaking roar echoed between heaven and earth. The chaotic procession, filled with cries and shouts, and even the mountain-opening team that had decided to go around the mountain, all fell silent. They all looked up at the sky, their faces showing shock.

Amidst the torrential rain, which resembled a bursting dam, a white dragon, its entire body enveloped in crimson divine light, emerged from the clouds. As if witnessing the suffering of humanity, the white dragon swooped down from the clouds amidst the thunderous roar of the heavens.

boom!

It was a sound more terrifying than a thousand thunderbolts. Accompanied by a violent earthquake, the entire mountain-clearing team watched in shock as the majestic white dragon crashed headlong into the blocked mountain path.

At that moment, the white dragon seemed to transform into an invincible sword. The crimson light surrounding its body pierced through the mud and rocks that blocked the mountain path with unstoppable force, opening up a smooth road to life for the migrating caravan in the Chongshan Prefecture.

Opening up the mountain to help all people, a good deed, nine thousand (9000)

The white dragon roared and rose into the sky amidst the kneeling worship and praise of the people, disappearing into the clouds.

"The Dragon King has appeared!"

"We have a road to walk on again."

"May the Dragon King protect us!"

The people who witnessed the white dragon opening the mountain almost immediately knelt down and prayed without much thought.

Even some of the extraordinary individuals couldn't help but kneel on the ground. Because they were cultivators, they could feel the terror of that power even more. If it were aimed at them, they would all be instantly vaporized, leaving not even a trace.