A thought triggers action.

Feng Bingwen wasn't one to dawdle. Once he made up his mind, he opened his eyes and immediately saw many plant spirits that treated his body as a playground.

The little ones seemed to be having a great time playing with him, spending ages playing with just a few strands of hair, wriggling in his sleeves, and even playing hide-and-seek like children.

"You little brats, I've told you so many times, but you never listen!"

Feng Bingwen reached into his robes and pulled out a small flower spirit with two delicate flower petal wings on its back. The little flower spirit was hanging on its body, and it opened its eyes groggily. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to have just fallen asleep in his arms.

"You little peony, are you perhaps mistaking my chest for your flower bed?"

"Oh dear, the young master's chest feels warm; he's sleeping very comfortably!"

Having already been nurtured by Feng Bingwen, Little Peony had developed enough intelligence and learned human writing. She acted coquettishly, even flapping her little wings, as if she wanted to break free from Feng Bingwen's restraints and burrow back into his chest.

"Don't sleep, I need to talk to you!"

"What brings you here, young master?"

Upon hearing that Feng Bingwen needed help, the plant spirits in his room and on his body all perked up and gathered around him, chattering excitedly.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it. I can do anything that Little Peony is capable of.”

"Little Greenhead, you can stay out of the way. Little Peony can warm the young master's chest, but are you up to the task? If you go, the old man will look down on you."

"Nonsense, the master would never dislike me."

"The master prefers us fragrant and soft flower fairies, not you hard, wooden types!"

Seeing these little ones getting increasingly rowdy, Feng Bingwen rubbed his temples and spoke up to calm the chaos.

"Stop making a fuss, I'm going to find your mountain spirit grandpa, who can lead me to him?"

"..."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the noisy little ones immediately quieted down and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Young master, what do you want with Grandpa Mountain Spirit?"

Xiao Shaoyao spoke in a soft, gentle tone, which was so pleasant to hear that it put everyone in a good mood.

"Our human race has caused a disaster and needs the help of your mountain spirit grandfather."

Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't hide anything from these innocent and romantic plant spirits.

"Does the young master intend to boil Grandpa Yam?"

Upon hearing this, a boy with a green vine wrapped around his head couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Young Master is not that cruel."

No sooner had the green boy finished speaking than a golden-haired flower fairy slapped him, causing him to stumble in mid-air.

"What are you little rascals thinking about?"

Looking at the expressions of these elves, Feng Bingwen was both amused and exasperated. These little guys had become much more intelligent, could read, and were no longer as ignorant as they had been at the beginning. They also knew a lot about the dangers of the human world.

Hearing what he just said, they probably thought he was going to capture their mountain spirit grandfather and cook him.

"Don't worry, this may be a great loss to your mountain spirit grandfather, but with my intervention, it will surely turn into good fortune. He might even break free from his innate shackles and become a saint."

Feng Bingwen pondered his plan and revealed a portion of it to the little ones.

These little guys are truly innocent and carefree. Even though they know the wickedness of human nature, they cheered again after hearing Feng Bingwen's assurance. Several of them clamored and offered to lead Feng Bingwen to find their mountain spirit grandfather.

"Come on, young master, I'll take you there."

"I want one too, I want one too."

"Let's go together. We can't let the two of you take all the credit."

The fairies clamored and volunteered to lead the way. After skillfully leaving a water-like illusion in the room that could produce some simple reactions, Feng Bingwen led the group of little flower fairies out.

Although he didn't have the Dragon Ball in his arms, it had been inside his abdomen for many years. Even though the Dragon Ball was separated from his body, Feng Bingwen could still perform some supernatural feats. He waved his hand to summon clouds and mist, which swayed and rose into the sky.

Amidst the excited shouts of a group of guides, Feng Bingwen quickly arrived at the vast mountains of Qingshan County and, guided by them, found a canyon hidden among the towering peaks.

After passing through the dense miasma in the mountain pass, which seemed to have hallucinogenic effects, Feng Bingwen came to a wonderful place in the mountains. Jade-like herbs were everywhere, orchids and magnolias were in full bloom, ancient vines were intertwined, hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, and fragrance filled the air. There were also exotic fruits blooming. It was truly a paradise on earth.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, we're back."

"Grandpa, come out quickly, the young master has come to ask for your help."

The elves were making a commotion, and suddenly there was a strange movement in this spiritual land. A three-foot-tall figure that Feng Bingwen found quite familiar appeared in a flash of spiritual light, holding a vine cane.

Although the little figure was short, it had all its facial features and limbs intact. However, its skin and hair were truly frightening. Not only were they pitted and uneven, but they also had wooden hairs growing on them, making its alien identity immediately apparent.

"Old man, it's been a while since we last met. I wonder how you've been?"

Since he had come to ask for help, Feng Bingwen adopted a very proper attitude and bowed with his hands clasped.

"Hehe, no need for you to worry, Young Master Feng. I'm doing very well here. If there's nothing urgent, please return. I have no interest in wandering around."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's rather polite words, the old mountain spirit chuckled coldly twice. His tone seemed quite polite as well, but the resentment within it was palpable.

He hadn't forgotten how, when he tried to spy on this young master Feng back then, he was caught by the cat that the young master kept, and then the young master Feng grabbed him and kicked him away.

While, in a closer look, he was spying on others and deserved to be beaten, many things cannot be explained simply by reasoning.

That kick didn't cause much damage, but it was extremely humiliating. How could this old mountain spirit possibly let it go?

Moreover, he had already heard that many of the children this kid had brought back were clamoring that this kid wanted to ask him for something. Since that was the case, he could take this opportunity to manipulate him.

"To be honest, I have come here on an urgent matter and would like to ask for your help, sir."

Although he could hear the impatience and reluctance in the old mountain spirit's words, Feng Bingwen was not about to give up so easily; he had made full mental preparations.

"How can you be so shameless, kid? Have you forgotten how you kicked this old man out back then?"

Seeing that this young man was quite old but had an incredibly thick skin, the old mountain spirit immediately huffed and puffed.

"Of course I won't forget, but what happened back then was a bit too much for the old man. Although I know you're worried about these little guys, your constant spying day and night, and the kick I gave you, isn't that too much to ask?"

"It wasn't too much, kid. You're right. I'm completely convinced that I deserved the kick. If you have nothing else to do, you can leave now."

"I have urgent business to attend to, which concerns the lives of millions!"

Feng Bingwen spoke sincerely and earnestly.

"If I don't help, what does it matter to me how many humans die? Do you think I haven't seen the ugly faces of your human race? Even if you don't covet my body, you are still shameless. When you are useless, you are kicked out of the house. When you think I am useful, you come running back to beg me."

Old Shan was sulking, which suggested he had a very bad temper.

"I know you have grievances in your heart, old man. I wonder what would make you willing to help me?"

"I absolutely refuse. I haven't lived enough yet. Why should I give up this body to help your human race?"

The old mountain spirit rolled its eyes in annoyance.

"Besides, even if you're exaggerating a bit, there are still millions of lives at stake. Even if you took me whole, skin and all, to make soup, you still couldn't save that many. I advise you to give up on me."

"Old man, you're exaggerating. Since I've come to ask you for help, I naturally have a foolproof plan that won't harm your life."

"Don't try that on me. I can tell you're no good the moment I see you. You've already fooled these kids, and now you want to fool this old man too? They might fall for your tricks, but I won't!"

"Grandpa, why are you so comfortable entrusting these little ones to me?"

Seeing that the seemingly unyielding mountain spirit was being persuaded, Feng Bingwen suddenly changed the subject.

"Why are you saying all this, kid? Are you trying to threaten me with them?"

The old mountain spirit's features, almost indistinguishable from a human's, wrinkled.

Do I look like that kind of person to you?

Feng Bingwen was both amused and exasperated.

"picture."

The old mountain spirit's answer was resolute.

"Old man, watch your words, don't tarnish my reputation."

Feng Bingwen's face darkened slightly. He suppressed the urge to kick the old man and could only try to reason with him.

"You entrusted these little ones to me, perhaps because you were threatened in these mountains! With your strength, you were not enough to protect them, so after you saw that I had no ill intentions towards them, you let them move to my place. I don't know if I'm right or wrong."

"Let's assume you're right."

The old mountain spirit's features scrunched up, wondering what the boy in front of him was up to.

“I don’t need them now, but what about in the future? People’s hearts are the most fickle. Are the elderly really so at ease that I can take care of them for the rest of my life?”

"What exactly are you trying to say, you scoundrel? If you're trying to use them to blackmail me, you've got the wrong idea."

“I told you, I’m not that kind of person.”

Feng Bingwen shook his head, then his expression became serious and earnest.

"I just want to ask the old man a question: Don't you want to break free from the shackles of this body and possess the power to protect the spirits of all the plants and trees on this mountain?"

"Kid, you don't need to keep me in suspense. Just state your terms!"

"If you, sir, are willing to sacrifice your life to save millions of people from suffering, I can negotiate with the government to have the emperor issue an edict to bestow upon you the title of Medicine King God, so that you may be worshipped by millions of people. What do you say?"