"There is indeed a troublesome matter that requires your help."

Although he took the initiative to stop Feng Bingwen's Crimson Dragon General Dharma Image, the City God still hesitated, seemingly not having made up his mind completely.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Feng Bingwen's attitude was very gentle. When the incense gods sought his help, it was usually to ask for help in chasing down some troublesome demons, because they were restricted by territory and could not freely travel between high mountains and great rivers.

"Originally, the Wind God was able to help us suppress the ghosts and demons, and we City Gods should have been extremely grateful and shouldn't have troubled you any further. But now, we have no other choice but to ask for your help."

However, the City God still looked hesitant and awkward, as if he couldn't get over his own conscience, and even showed a look of shame on his face.

"Your Majesty, what are you saying? I was born and raised here. How could I sit idly by and watch millions of people here suffer? Please don't say thank you anymore. This is simply my duty."

Feng Bingwen, who had already accumulated more than 50,000 merits, looked righteous and stern.

However, none of the ghosts and gods saw that he had gained any benefit. All they could see was that after this immortal disciple killed a demon with lightning speed, he hurriedly rushed to the next place without even collecting the corpse.

With such noble character, profound understanding of righteousness, and concern for the people, even many ghosts and gods who had never met Feng Bingwen, but had only heard of his deeds, felt extremely favorably toward this disciple of the immortal.

"Alas, as expected of a true cultivator chosen by an immortal to be his personal disciple. I cannot trouble you now, so I shall take my leave."

To Feng Bingwen's somewhat surprised gaze, the City God before him seemed to be moved by his words and actions, and after giving a slight bow, prepared to leave.

"Lord City God, what are you doing? You've come all this way to my place, and you're trying to leave without saying a word? Do you look down on me?"

Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't let the good deed he had just earned slip away, so he grabbed the City God statue. Originally a void divine body formed from incense and divine power, it was forcibly restrained by Feng Bingwen.

It wasn't that this City God was putting on airs; rather, one should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation. In the past day, he had been fighting against all kinds of demons without stopping. If he couldn't even grasp something like the incense and divine body, which can transform from the real to the illusory and then from the illusory to the real, then he might as well give up.

"It's not that I look down on you, but the danger is too great right now, and I'm afraid it will ruin your cultivation and damage your spiritual power."

The city god shook his head repeatedly, his face revealing a worried expression.

"It seems that the City God doesn't know me very well. I have been here slaying demons and monsters for a whole day, and I have not encountered an enemy who can fight me for even a round."

“This demon is unlike any you have encountered before; its origins are extraordinary.”

"Tell me, what kind of demon is causing you such a headache that it has come to me, yet it refuses to speak?"

"I didn't see it clearly either. I only know that when the demon came and went, it was a golden light. It opened its mouth and swallowed hundreds of living people without them even screaming. It was extremely ferocious. So far, we, the city gods, have exchanged information and can conclude that this thing has devoured more than a thousand living people."

"What? Such a ferocious demon has appeared in the Dongting Lake area? I've never heard of it before?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen was immediately taken aback.

The monster that had devoured a thousand people was truly ferocious and terrifying. What was most outrageous was that even this group of ghosts and gods couldn't do anything to this monster and had to ask it for help.

"This demon is too fast. Its personality is arrogant and domineering. It doesn't take us seriously at all. Each time it devours us, it's just playing around. Otherwise, there would probably be many more people being devoured by it."

"Come on, take me to see this. I want to see what kind of thing dares to be so arrogant."

"Feng Shen Jiang, please don't be hasty. Let me finish speaking first. Although none of us have ever seen this beast's true form, judging from the supernatural abilities it has displayed, it is very likely a demon king from the demon kingdom beyond the realm of gods! Its origins are most likely those of the Golden-Winged Roc, which is famous throughout history for its extreme speed."

"A golden roc?"

Feng Bingwen's expression became very serious, but this could not hide the keen interest in his eyes.

"Feng Shen, please don't joke. How could it be such a ferocious beast that can fight against a true dragon? If such a ferocious beast came to Xuan Ting Lake, I'm afraid even the Dragon Lord who is about to transform into a dragon and ride the water might be swallowed up."

"Tsk, so the one running wild here is just a mixed-breed bird?"

Even though Feng Bingwen hadn't been exposed to much common knowledge about the cultivation world, he knew that the dragon and the roc had been mortal enemies since ancient times. In the ancient times, there was a roc that was said to devour eight hundred dragons a day. Although they were actually just large snakes that had absorbed some dragon energy, it was enough to show how deep the antagonism between the dragon and the roc was.

"If that's what you're saying, then you're not wrong."

The City God would naturally not allow a ferocious bird that devours people to cross the border. Although Feng Bingwen put it very harshly, that was the truth.

A purebred Golden-Winged Roc is an existence on par with a true dragon; it is a ferocious beast that only a true immortal or Buddha-level being can subdue.

"So, it's because this scruffy bird runs too fast that you can't catch it and you want my help?"

"That's true. Although we have some methods to trap the enemy, these scruffy birds often run away before we can even use them."

Seemingly angered by the golden-winged bird, this dignified city god spoke with a touch of worldly emotion.

"But this matter, I thought it was something serious, so I took it."

Feng Bingwen didn't seem to care much; the Golden-Winged Roc's extreme speed was indeed difficult to deal with.

However, there are ways to control it. The Taoist concept of "the universe within a sleeve" and the Buddhist concept of "Buddha's Kingdom in the palm" can both restrain extreme speed to some extent.

Although Feng Bingwen did not know these two famous great supernatural powers, in addition to supernatural powers restraining each other, magic weapons can also restrain supernatural powers. As long as he was willing to pay the price, what could a little Peng bird possibly do to turn the world upside down?

"Fengshen General, do not be careless. Although this demonic bird has impure blood, it has already condensed a demon core. If it were in that wild and desolate place, it could occupy a mountain and become a king, dominating a region."

"Since the City God has come to see me, he must have made arrangements. Please speak freely, City God."

"Based on our speculation, the reason why this roc came to our country from overseas must be because it heard the news that the Xuan Ting Dragon Lord was about to transform into a dragon through water and wanted to plot something wicked."

"In that case, let's go directly to the Xuan Ting Dragon Palace!"

Feng Bingwen's thinking is very straightforward.

"The Dragon Palace in Xuan Ting Lake has been completely sealed off. It will not be reopened unless the Dragon Lord starts to move the water."

"So, you're going to bear the consequences of the disaster that the Dragon Lord brought upon us?"

Feng Bingwen's tone was somewhat amused. Just the matter of the Dragon King's escape from the water had probably already caused quite a few people in the Great Gan court to feel dissatisfied. However, since the Dragon King had a good father, they had to keep their dissatisfaction to themselves.

"After all, the Dragon Lord of Xuanting has ensured favorable weather and abundant harvests around Xuanting Lake for three hundred years."

"hehe."

Feng Bingwen smiled but didn't reply. Even a sage would have to come up with some ideas about this mess, let alone a human. It would be strange if the ghosts and gods around Xuanting Lake didn't have any objections to that Dragon Lord.

"So, does the City God want me to be the bait? To lure out this scruffy bird, and then you can use that opportunity to trap it?"

"That's the general plan, but you'll need to take on a lot of risks. But you've already done so much; if we were to put you in even more danger, how could we possibly accept your offerings?"

"No need for further words, let's do as you say, but I have one request."

"What?"

"After you've trapped this roc, I'll personally cut off this scruffy bird's head!"

"...There is nothing wrong with that."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's request, the City God gave the general in front of him a strange look. The general had dragon horns on his forehead and his cheeks were covered with dragon scales.

Although it has very distinct dragon characteristics, as far as he knows, this is just the Dharma form of this immortal's true disciple, not his true body. How can it have the same obsession as the dragons? Could it be that he has been influenced by this Dharma form in the opposite direction?

However, this request was not a big deal. It didn't matter who did the killing. If this immortal disciple did it, they would actually have less trouble, so they naturally wouldn't refuse.

After agreeing on the plan, Feng Bingwen set off for the area where the golden-winged roc was frequently active. However, as soon as he arrived in the sky above that area, Feng Bingwen felt an aura that he found extremely repulsive.

"This feeling of disgust is indeed from the Golden-Winged Roc. Its bloodline is not bad either. Of course, ordinary Rocs wouldn't dare to run wild in the Dragon Lord's territory."

Feng Bingwen's eyes were like lightning as he surveyed the heavens and earth, but naturally, he couldn't find the Peng bird that came and went like light.

Then, the chest of this divine general standing atop the clouds swelled, and the next moment, he roared angrily.

"Where is the golden bird with mixed feathers? I am the Water Lord of Wolong Lake. I heard that a demonic bird is causing trouble here. My mouth is watering and I can't help but have a great appetite. So I came here to taste the flavor of the Peng bird."

With the powerful dragon energy at its peak, Feng Bingwen's voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Amidst this highly provocative shout, a magnificent roc, its body gleaming as if sculpted from gold, took flight from a swamp beneath the earth, carrying a writhing, agonizing serpent in its beak.

cracking!

Amidst the violent cries, Feng Bingwen saw the golden roc that brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression raise its head and swallow the still writhing and struggling snake whole. Its golden eyes, which seemed to flash with lightning, stared directly at him.

"Who do you think you are, daring to be so arrogant? Turns out you're just an empty shell."

In a flash of golden light, the roc, as large as a small mountain, transformed into a majestic young man with an eerie appearance. He seemed to see through the true nature of Feng Bingwen's Dharma form at a glance and began to mock him.

"Do you think you can spout nonsense just because I'm hiding in a safe place?"