"It's simply not enough!"

The crimson-armored dragon, its form now blurred and ethereal, would weave through the thunderclouds, underestimating the suffering mortals would face under the overwhelming might of the heavens.

Even without the demons who would seize this opportunity to cause trouble, the torrential rain, landslides, mudslides, and flash floods... any one of these could take the lives of ordinary people.

If faced with such a calamity, most mortals can only pray that they are lucky enough to avoid it. Or they can only hope that a cultivator with supernatural powers like him will save them.

However, under this heavy rain, there were far too many people in need of help, so many that Feng Bingwen was simply overwhelmed. In fact, the magical power he expended far exceeded the replenishment that the dragon soul could provide.

"Thank you so much, Dragon King!"

"Dragon King, please have mercy and let the rain stop!"

The Crimson-Armored Dragon General had already begun flying back to its original location, but on the way, it saw some figures struggling in the murky mud. With a dragon's roar, clear water surged and carried these mortals to a high place.

Like the mortals he had previously saved with his magic, the reborn mortals knelt on the ground, grateful and praying for things that Feng Bingwen could never do.

Dispel the clouds and rain!

If it were just ordinary light rain, Feng Bingwen could easily disperse it. However, this was a change in the celestial phenomena caused by the Dragon Lord of a large lake undergoing tribulation. Even though it was just gathering momentum and had not yet begun, its thunderclouds had already covered an area of ​​nearly a thousand miles.

Moreover, this storm and thunderstorm were not simply caused by the Dragon Lord's tribulation. Xuan Ting Lake is a region that is often windy and rainy, and this time, under the influence of heaven and earth, this region is destined to experience a once-in-a-century torrential rain.

Xuan Ting Dragon Lord, precisely because of this change in heaven and earth, and with his own accumulation being sufficient, had his heart and soul awaken. Taking advantage of this change in heaven and earth, he triggered the Dragon Transformation Tribulation, intending to use the power of heaven and earth to temper his dragon body and transform into a true dragon.

Feng Bingwen naturally did not have the ability to dispel the torrential rain formed by a dragon lord undergoing tribulation and merging with the power of heaven and earth. Only a true immortal with long life and long vision possessed such great power.

Even if an immortal were here, he probably wouldn't be able to quell the storm, because that would be fogging a furious dragon.

To disrupt the dragon transformation tribulation of a true dragon's offspring is to fight the true dragon to the death.

While he was pondering, the Crimson-Armored Dragon General had already transformed into a long rainbow, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and once again arrived in the territory of Qingshan County. After returning to his own territory, Feng Bingwen looked down from his high position and found that the situation in Qingshan County was not optimistic either.

The water level of Wolong Lake is also rising rapidly, and many docks and ports around the lake have been flooded. Fortunately, it is still some distance from flooding Qingshan County and Fengjia Village.

Even amidst the torrential rain, Feng Bingwen discovered that the location of Fengjia Village was surprisingly good. Although he didn't notice it when he was usually there, he could see it when the rain came that Fengjia Village was situated on the top of a hill with an extremely gentle slope that was not easy to notice.

The advantageous location prevents rainwater from accumulating in the village; instead, it flows in all directions after falling. The surrounding terrain is also flat and open, so there is no need to worry about disasters such as flash floods and mudslides.

As the wind and rain swept through, the Crimson-Armored Dragon descended near the Feng family mansion, and Feng Bingwen's true form rushed out of the house, riding the clouds and mist, facing the wind and rain, and once again came into contact with this Dharma form.

A dazzling light shone from Feng Bingwen's mouth as he spat out a bright, radiant dragon pearl, which seamlessly merged into the dragon general's body, instantly freezing the previously illusory dragon general in place.

The abundant power emanating from the dragon ball filled every part of this Dharma image, pushing aside the rain pillars falling from the sky. This Dharma image couldn't even maintain its shape for a moment, and with a melodious dragon roar, it directly transformed into the form of a white dragon.

This was unlike any of Feng Bingwen's previous changes. It was unclear whether it was due to the blessing of the divine weapon or the removal of Feng Bingwen's burdensome dignity.

This white dragon was a massive 36 zhang tall, with jagged horns, gleaming scales as large as jade plates, and sharp claws. Its winding, rugged spine was covered with silvery-white bone plates, the dazzling silver scales reflecting the sky and once again causing celestial changes.

Chant—

This time, however, Feng Bingwen did not hear much panic. Even the farmhands who ran out from the Feng family mansion not far away, upon seeing the dragon appearing and disappearing in the clouds and rain, showed more surprise than awe.

"dragon!"

"I saw the Dragon King!"

"What are you yelling about? Kneel down right now and beg the Dragon King for blessings!"

Within the territory of Qingshan County, spanning dozens of miles, almost everyone could see the white dragon stretching its body in the raging wind and rain. The legends and stories about the dragon passed down from generation to generation by women, children, and the elderly inspired awe in those who saw it, and for a time, the sounds of prayer and sacrifice echoed throughout Qingshan County.

"This has blown up!"

Standing beside the white dragon, Feng Bingwen listened to the faint sacrificial chants coming from his ear, and even vaguely felt an indescribable power wrapping around him.

Despite muttering these words, Feng Bingwen's expression remained calm. His Dharma form had saved and helped countless people during his trip, and he had begun to get used to the sounds of sacrifice and prayer.

Name: Feng Bingwen

Good deeds: Twenty-four thousand seven hundred and sixty ( )

Misdeeds: 1372 (1372)

This was the result of his trip. In less than half a day, he had accumulated 24,000 good deeds, exceeding any of his previous gains. Of course, he also accumulated more bad deeds.

There's nothing that can be done about it; he saves groups of people every time he rescues someone. There's no time to carefully screen them, and it's unavoidable that some bad people might get mixed in.

Without his intervention, these villains should have died in this catastrophe, but because he intervened, these bastards survived.

But it doesn't matter. After he finishes helping the people around Xuanting Lake relocate, he will follow the guidance of the Heavenly Book to eliminate those who have brought him bad karma, one by one—those who have been saved by him are now karmic entangled with him.

When the time comes, go find them again, kill them once more, let them return to their predetermined fate, settle their karma, eliminate their evil deeds, and gain some good merit.

...

"Slurp~ It smells so good, I can't resist it."

In the rain-soaked jungle, a pair of greedy eyes, reflecting a ghostly green light, watched a long, endless procession braving the downpour on the mountain path below.

"Brother, how much longer do we have to wait? If we miss this opportunity, there might not be another one."

"Wait a little longer, no rush. With so many people, we're bound to manage to get a few to try."

Amidst the rustling, a furry head peeked out, glanced around, and then quickly shrank back inside.

"That's right, we're sure to get a taste of human flesh this time. Even if we can't catch any alive, we can still eat a few dead ones."

A voice echoed, clearly impatient, yet still forcibly suppressing it with an inexplicable will.

“Those mortals are physically weak, and many of them can’t hold on. Look, there’s an old guy who’s fallen over there.”

"These humans are really stupid. They actually carried that old man on their backs again, asking for trouble."

"Exactly, it would be better to bury it on the spot. We'll go steal it later."

"Can't you two be a little more sensible? There are so many living people, and all you're thinking about is stealing corpses."

A voice filled with anger growled, clearly unable to tolerate the few useless people he was teaming up with.

"Sixth Brother, you have too bad temper. You need to change it. These aren't unruly rioters who are left unattended."

"That's right, haven't you heard? There was a nest of weasel spirits in the next county who, just like you, wanted to take advantage of the situation to eat people. As a result, they were caught, and all of the weasels were skinned alive and hung on the mountain. Their heads were also cut off and piled up into a small Jingguan by those ruthless people."

"That's right, these people aren't refugees. They're being protected. It's not just people, but also spirits and deities who have received offerings and are patrolling around. No matter which one it is, if we run into one, we'll be skinned alive."

"If that's what you're saying, then let's just stop eating people and head home!"

"Don't be like that. Aren't we just waiting for an opportunity? It's not just us little monsters who are craving human scent. These ancient monsters, hundreds of years old, are also dying of craving. I'm sure some of them won't be able to resist and will take advantage of the situation. When that happens, we'll see if we can take advantage of the situation and capture a few people alive."

"What if we can't wait?"

"Then we'll just have to not eat it."

"Pah, what a loser..."

Despite the insults, the monster that had been clamoring to eat people quieted down and waited for an opportunity that might appear at any time.

Without keeping the little demons waiting long, a thick demonic cloud rose from the mountains not far away. With a roar that terrified mortals, the foul-smelling demonic cloud swiftly rushed towards the migrating caravan.

Amidst the migrating procession, several angry shouts rang out, and several young Taoist priests dressed in robes were seen holding magic swords in one hand and messy yellow talismans in the other, about to cast a spell to exorcise demons.

However, these Taoist priests, who needed special rituals to successfully perform their spells, were far too slow for the suddenly approaching demonic clouds.

"Hehehe... A few little Taoist priests think they can stop me, the Green-Haired Ancestor? They're courting death."

Within the demonic clouds, a towering, hunched, and bizarre figure, several meters tall, appeared and disappeared, emitting a strange laugh. As it spoke, it descended above the migrating caravan, and with a sweep of demonic clouds, prepared to abduct hundreds of people.

"I wonder how it tastes to you, but it shouldn't disappoint me."

"You monster, how dare you cause chaos!"

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the overcast sky, and a furious shout came from above the clouds. The ferocious demon in the demonic clouds looked up and saw the heavy clouds disperse. In the clouds, a divine general in red armor stood with an angry expression, wielding his halberd. In an instant, a thunderbolt descended from the sky.