As the bright morning sun streamed into the house, Feng Bingwen, who had been cultivating all night and circulating his energy through 108 major cycles, opened his eyes feeling refreshed and at ease.

"Hmm~"

As Feng Bingwen regained control of his body and his mind returned to his sea of ​​consciousness, he opened his eyes and smelled a refreshing floral fragrance—a complex and multifaceted scent.

Chrysanthemums, osmanthus, crape myrtle, magnolias... In an instant, Feng Bingwen recognized the source of more than ten kinds of floral fragrances. Slightly surprised, he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, where he was immediately greeted by a magnificent scene of hundreds of flowers in full bloom, vying for beauty.

“You guys, tone it down.”

Looking at the blooming flowers, lush vegetation, and vibrant green grass and osmanthus trees in the courtyard, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He taught the plants and trees in the courtyard that had gained sentience through his grace to obey the natural cycle of the four seasons, not to go against the natural order, and to bloom when it was time to bloom and bear fruit when it was time to bear fruit.

Cultivation is a defying act that challenges the creation of heaven and earth, but in the initial stage of cultivation, one must follow the will of heaven. The price of defying heaven is something that mortals cannot afford.

The flowers blooming in the courtyard, apart from those that should bloom in autumn, are mostly those that should bloom in spring and summer. These flowers are blooming at this time, as if they have received some kind of great tonic and have nowhere to release it.

This scene is indeed pleasing to the eye and refreshing to the mind. However, anyone with a little common sense can tell that something is amiss.

"Sir, please don't blame them. They guarded you all night and ate their fill. They're working hard to digest now."

At this moment, a giant flower spirit with golden hair and a body three feet tall appeared on Feng Bingwen's shoulder. It habitually landed on Feng Bingwen's shoulder, and with a proud and smug look on its face, it explained to Feng Bingwen.

"You kept watch over me all night?"

Feng Bingwen raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face.

He wasn't unaware of the commotion last night, but he couldn't sense any danger and didn't bother to move. Cultivation is a matter of gradual accumulation; how could it be interrupted by trivial matters?

"Tell me in detail what happened yesterday. If you truly protect me, the master will reward you handsomely with precious materials."

Feng Bingwen noticed the commotion, but unfortunately, the attackers were too weak to distract him. So he couldn't figure out the scale of the attack last night. He would have to ask the spirits of the plants and trees and the strange creatures in the mansion for details.

"Master, last night, as soon as it got dark, three guys sneaked in through the wall. As soon as they came in, they were caught by Liu Da, Liu Er, and Liu San..."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's inquiry, Bo Yao excitedly replied that she had gone to the Dragon King's Banquet, eaten many spiritual objects and fruits, and undergone another transformation, with her spiritual body growing considerably larger.

"Oh dear, Boyao, you're being too long-winded. Let me tell you, sir. Last night, many scoundrels of unknown origin tried to break in..."

Feng Bingwen's question immediately brought the seemingly quiet and deserted courtyard to life. The bluestone underfoot sprouted a large mouth, the osmanthus tree in front of them revealed facial features, and everything came to life. Even the flowerpots grew a pair of eyes.

Amidst the chatter of a group of mischievous individuals, Feng Bingwen roughly pieced together what had happened the previous night. In short, a group of people from all walks of life, with low strength but extremely complex backgrounds, attacked the Feng residence after nightfall.

However, these guys were all show and no substance. Apart from their numbers, they had no other merits. Even the strange spirits in his courtyard that were less than three years old collapsed before they even got there.

However, this group of guys who attacked him out of nowhere, though utterly incompetent, puzzled Feng Bingwen. He was always kind to others and never made enemies. The fact that so many people came to his door last night meant he was being watched.

"I didn't do anything. Could it be because of the policy essay I wrote? That's too much to ask."

Feng Bingwen muttered to himself that the most outrageous thing he had done recently was probably that essay he wrote on a whim during the exam, inspired by ghosts and spirits.

He admitted that he originally just wrote it for fun, but he couldn't help but get more and more into it. His passion kept rising, and he couldn't help but write a few more sentences, offering some rather simple and blunt suggestions.

Thinking of this, Feng Bingwen suddenly remembered the Heavenly Book. His mind was calm, and the Heavenly Book, which radiated billions of rays of light, suddenly opened in the depths of his consciousness, turning its pages with a whooshing sound.

Name: Feng Bingwen

Good deeds: 53,728

Misdeeds: 2913

Looking at the merit points that had surged to 30,000 overnight, Feng Bingwen blinked. He had long since developed the good habit of checking the Heavenly Book of Merits and Demerits once a day.

If he remembered correctly, yesterday he saw that the number of good deeds in the heavens was only a little over 30,000, but now, overnight, it had increased by more than 20,000.

This amount of good deeds is not small. He did almost nothing, yet the number increased by 20,000. Of course, the amount of evil deeds also increased a little, but compared with the good deeds, it was insignificant, not even a fraction of it.

Record of good deeds

The broom spirit beats the evil monk, a good deed, 580.

The stone spirit cuts off the ghost's feet, a good deed, three hundred and twenty (320)

...

Feng Bingwen disliked being confused, and when he opened the record of good deeds, he saw pages and pages of newly updated records.

Each record shows only a few good deeds added, mostly a few hundred, and rarely a thousand.

While this doesn't directly reflect the strength of the punished villains, it does offer some insight. After all, those who are too weak, even if they intend to do evil, can't really cause any trouble.

"You guys did a great job!"

Having received confirmation from the celestial book, Feng Bingwen looked up with a warm smile, affirming the spiritual behavior of the plants and trees in the courtyard and promising to reward them soon.

After calming the excited little ones, Feng Bingwen turned around and went back to his room. His face immediately fell, revealing a look of heartache.

A hundred million mistake!

Although it's unclear who those guys who wandered into his yard last night came from, based on the feedback from the Heavenly Book, it's certain they weren't a good bunch.

In other words, it was a group of good deeds offered to him on their own initiative. He had never encountered such a good thing in his life. Oh, he only encountered it once—when he was swimming in Wolong Lake, he bumped into a fugitive murderer.

However, this is nothing compared to what happened last night. He gained 20,000 merits from the actions of the plant spirits he raised. If he had taken action himself, without any karmic discount, he would have gained at least double that amount.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

At this moment, a timid voice rang out. Feng Bingwen looked up and immediately saw a delicate and lovely little face on his bed, a face that made people feel sorry for her. She looked at him with a blank expression and her clear eyes were full of doubt.

Xiao Bai Shao, also known as Su Ya, was transformed after attending the Dragon Palace banquet, and her spiritual body is now three feet long.

Even though his accumulated spiritual power had surpassed that of the Medicine King before he was deified, this great spirit still liked to sleep next to him when he was circulating his energy.

"It's nothing, I just lost two divine weapons!"

Feng Bingwen gave an extremely forced smile, which made Su Ya, who had slept comfortably all night, even more stunned.

"Oh dear, we've lost two divine weapons. Don't be sad, sir."

Even the naive Su Ya knew the value of a divine weapon. She flapped her petal-like wings, flew to Feng Bingwen's side, gently patted his shoulder with her small hands, and softly comforted him.

"Suya believes you can definitely find it."

"It can't be found."

Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky and sighed. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a lot of nutrient-rich fertilizer buried beneath the Feng Mansion, which is why there are so many flowers blooming and vying for beauty today.

"Then Suya believes in Master and can obtain an even better divine weapon!"

“You’re right, sir, I can get something better.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Bingwen's spirits lifted, and thinking of tonight, his eyes immediately shone with a five-colored light.

If the group that attacked last night really came because of the strategy he wrote, then it means that this probing will definitely have more to come.

"Haha, Suya, you're awesome!"

After a few words, Feng Bingwen's mood improved greatly, and he reached out to rub the little elf's face.

If I'm not mistaken, the main course hasn't even started yet; this is just an appetizer. What's the rush?

"Oh, sir, you're making me uncomfortable."

So, Xiao Bai Shao liked Feng Bingwen's aura, but Su Ya, who had become a large-sized elf, didn't like the kneading force; it was too rough.

"I wasn't paying attention for a moment, I'll be gentler, let the master rub it again."

"Ooh~"

Under the tranquil night sky, atop an old locust tree several miles from the Feng family mansion, a gaunt old Taoist priest gazed at the Feng residence with a solemn expression.

"The patriarch was right. Those people in the main family are truly inhuman. None of the tasks they are given are simple. A slight mistake can cost you your life."

Recalling the scene he witnessed last night, although those who rushed into the mansion were a bunch of good-for-nothings who hadn't even fully crossed the threshold of cultivation, the fact that none of them could come out was enough to illustrate the danger involved.

"Let's wait and see..."

"Grandpa, what are you looking at from such a high place?"

A sudden question made the old Taoist priest tremble. When he looked down, he saw a young face that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, smiling at him.

"Why don't you come down? The higher you stand, the harder you'll fall."

"..."

Without uttering a sound, the old Taoist priest transformed into a streak of gray light and prepared to flee.

"Since we're already here, why don't we stay a little longer before we leave?"

Feng Mingwen's smile remained unchanged. He reached into his sleeve and drew a crimson sword, aimed it at the rainbow light, and slashed it in mid-air. The light shattered, and a figure could be vaguely seen being split in two.

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