Good deeds, the sword slays the evil Taoist, good deeds, 3900.

As the two severed pieces of the body fell to the ground, stirring up dust, Feng Bingwen opened the Heavenly Book and, as he had hoped, saw the newly added line in the record of good deeds.

"really."

Suddenly, Feng Bingwen, who had previously seemed a bit lazy, became energetic.

Given last night's case, Feng Bingwen knew that his sword strike would likely increase his merits, but last night it still incidentally increased his evil deeds as well.

However, it's highly unlikely that anyone would be a decent person peeking into someone else's house from the treetops in the middle of the night; they're probably not good people at all.

The strike he made with the demon-slaying sword he pulled from the ancient tower served as proof that he had let go of his inner shackles and was free from all restraints.

"What a bumper harvest!"

Feng Bingwen laughed.

The sight of a young man in a brocade robe, with his black hair flowing freely, holding a three-foot-long sword that shimmered with an eerie, blood-red aura, laughing heartily in the moonlight, immediately sent chills down the spines of many "people" around him.

"It would be a disservice to you if we didn't harvest this."

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen's gaze fell upon a distant mountain peak, where he saw a small figure almost blending into the rock, indistinguishable from the mountain itself.

"Tu Xingsun?"

Looking at the short, stocky dwarf, Feng Bingwen's feet shimmered with earthy yellow light, and his tall, slender figure took a step forward, crossing several miles.

The Daoist body possesses supernatural powers, capable of shrinking the earth to an inch!

"How cautious!"

As he strolled leisurely, Feng Bingwen found himself standing in front of an inconspicuous rock hidden among rubble and tiles. As he stood before it, the rock trembled slightly with an almost imperceptible arc.

"Should I ask you to come out?"

Feng Bingwen spoke.

"No need to trouble you, young master, I'll reveal myself right away!"

Under Feng Bingwen's gaze, the stubborn stone transformed into a dwarf curled up in a ball, rolling down at his feet, stretching out its limbs to reveal a comical face and a round, spherical body.

"Actor?"

Feng Bingwen frowned. The dwarf's appearance reminded him of the entertainers that official families would inevitably keep for their own amusement.

"Young master has a good eye. I am just a courtesan entertaining people. I hope you will show mercy with your sword."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the dwarf's comical round face, still bearing a small mustache, revealed a fawning smile, making him look even more ridiculous.

However, his eyes, squeezed into slits by his stiff smile, unconsciously glanced at the crimson sword in Feng Bingwen's hand, a look of fear in them.

He had just witnessed it; the elder from a branch of the Zhong family was beheaded without uttering a sound, not even having time to say a word.

Although it looks rather pathetic, the person has already been able to transform into a beam of light and fly into the sky. This is a spell that can only be practiced by cultivators at the Spirit Gathering Realm.

As for him, although he was also given a cultivation method by his master and barely managed to enter the cultivation by eating and drinking, he was different from those cultivators who had awakened their spiritual cultivation by reading Taoist scriptures since childhood.

"An entertainer? Then which family keeps you?"

Feng Bingwen asked casually. He didn't strike with the demon-slaying sword in his hand. This guy looked too weak, and more importantly, he didn't seem to have any ill intentions. The reason he targeted him was simply because this guy was the closest to him, besides that sinister old man, and his hiding method was the most ridiculous.

"The Cao family of the capital!"

The dwarf answered humbly, but when he revealed his origins, his tone unconsciously carried a hint of arrogance.

"From Kyoto? You can run quite fast. What's your knowledge?"

"I have followed my master to many places, and in terms of knowledge, I am better than ordinary people."

The dwarf quickly replied.

"You can recognize all these guys lurking around my house?"

"The one you just killed was from the Zhong family of Jiangyin Prefecture in Xiangxi Prefecture. However, according to my understanding, this family is a branch of a famous unorthodox cultivation family in Xiangxi Prefecture, specializing in exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses."

To prove that what he had just said was true, the dwarf spilled the beans, explaining in detail the origins of the old Taoist priest whom Feng Bingwen had just killed.

"Not bad, you're somewhat useful. I'll spare your life for now."

With a gentle flick of his left hand, Feng Bingwen caused the pebbles and sand around the dwarf to gather and envelop him completely.

When the dwarf discovered that Feng Bingwen had imprisoned him with earth and stones, he initially showed a look of joy. However, when he used the earth spirit power he had cultivated, he found that the earth energy was dormant and did not respond to him. Instead, it firmly imprisoned him, making him unable to move.

"how so?"

The dwarf was terrified. Such a situation only occurred when he encountered the young master of his own Cao family, who was said to be a once-in-five-hundred-years talent. But what kind of talent did the young master possess? He was born with a near-immortal Thick Earth Profound Origin Body, and he had joined an immortal sect. It was said that he was preparing to form his core.

Feng Bingwen naturally ignored the dwarf's astonishment. His gaze fell on a nearby hilltop, and as he looked over, black scorpions, centipedes, venomous snakes, and other poisonous creatures fled in panic. This hilltop had somehow become a nest of poisonous insects.

"This shouldn't go wrong!"

Seeing the terrifying sight of the surging poisonous insects, Feng Bingwen muttered something to himself and then slashed down with his sword.

The sword light surged, and the killing intent soared to the sky.

The killing intent came from the crimson sword in Feng Bingwen's hand. This sword, which Feng Bingwen took out from the ancient tower, is one of the only three complete demon-slaying swords among this broken ancient treasure. It will react extremely strongly when it is pointed at something that is not human.

At that moment, under the sweeping sword light, probably tens of thousands of poisonous insects were directly crushed into a paste-like powder, covering the ground.

Then a hysterical scream rang out. It was a strange creature that was neither human nor insect. Although there were no wounds on its body, it was as if it had been slashed.

“Young master, I don’t know this guy, but judging from his appearance, he should be from the Southern Frontier. He practices witchcraft and sorcery, and he’s turned himself into this grotesque state. He probably doesn’t care about his body anymore. Just now, his soul was probably mixed in with an insect, trying to take the opportunity to escape, but he was killed by your sword, just like he lost his soul.”

"Um!"

Hearing the appropriate explanation beside him, Feng Bingwen nodded, raised his hand and swung his sword again, directly slashing down the roaring insectoid. After finishing, he glanced at the Heavenly Book and saw that his merit points had increased by more than 4,800, which was quite a lot. However, it was normal for those who played with insects to have their minds easily twisted.

Having casually slashed three times and earned nearly ten thousand merit points, Feng Bingwen could no longer contain himself. His figure vanished, leaving behind a phantom. When he reappeared, a roar filled with shock and rage resounded.

"You brat, how dare you?"

boom--

A deafening roar of thunder spread out, and a slightly hunched figure spread out its broad wings, swirling with wind and thunder, and soared into the night sky with astonishing momentum, only to be seen fleeing in a disheveled state.

Below him, a young man dressed in white with his black hair casually draped ascended into the sky, following him like a shadow. He easily brushed aside the wind and thunder that were entangling him, and his ease and carefree manner astonished countless people.

"That's Zhao Tianbao, an elder of the Zhao family?"

"How is this possible? He's not a Transcendent Realm cultivator, and he even used the Wind and Thunder Wings, so how could he be in such a sorry state?"

"Look, they're fighting again! Hiss! Elder Zhao's wing has been torn off! How is that possible? There's blood splattering!"

"I had long heard that there was an elder in the Zhao family who was not very talented in cultivation, but was particularly good at refining techniques. Now that I have seen him, I can see that he is indeed worthy of the name. He has actually refined the Wind and Thunder Wings technique into his body and has actually transformed into a pair of Wind and Thunder Wings. What a pity."

"I never imagined that such a vicious person would live in seclusion in such a remote place."

"Things are going badly; it's best to run away."

"This place is not safe to stay for long."

The sudden and brief battle stunned the "people" hidden among the mountains, rivers, and vegetation below. Many were frightened and prepared to flee.

Condensing Qi, Opening Meridians, Nourishing Spirit, Transforming from Mortal to Primordial Core

For aristocratic families with a history spanning thousands of years, Yuan Dan cultivators are the backbone of society, and they would naturally not be sent out as exploratory pebble when the situation is unclear.

For powerful clans, cultivators at the Transcendent Realm are extremely important. Most people present did not expect that such a great cultivator would be lurking here and then be found and beaten badly.

With each advancement in cultivation, a cultivator undergoes a dramatic transformation. Even within the same realm, such as the initial Qi Condensation stage, it is possible for one person to easily defeat a hundred others.

At higher levels, the gap in combat power will naturally widen further. However, being born into the renowned Zhao family, a thousand-year-old elder, and a Transcendent cultivator who has already refined the Wind and Thunder Wings divine ability into his physical body, he can hardly be considered weak.

Transcending the mortal realm means achieving the transformation from mortal to immortal. When a cultivator reaches this level, they will refine their supernatural powers into their body, resulting in changes in flesh and blood. They can communicate with the divine with a single thought, with almost no consumption of magical power. Of course, this is only one of the cultivation methods for this level. There is also the method of condensing supernatural power talismans and Dao seeds.

"Hmm, you want to leave?"

The changes below were naturally noticed; those who thought they were well hidden were, in his eyes, like bonfires lit in the darkness.

"Leave them all here!"

Feng Bingwen quickly caught up with the old man in front of him who only had one wing left. Ignoring the fact that the old man's flesh and blood wing actually felt real pain, he cut it off with a sword, kicked him in the chest, and finally finished him off with a sword to the neck.

After completing a smooth and effortless sequence, Feng Bingwen didn't have time to check how many merits he had earned by killing the strongest person present. He swooped down to chase after the terrified observers who were now using their special abilities to escape.

“You bunch of idiots, this monster has supernatural powers and you can’t escape.”

A pangolin spirit, kicked out of the ground by Feng Bingwen, saw the blood-red sword energy falling towards it and, in despair, issued a final warning.

The Rivers and Mountains of the Five Dynasties

"Surround and kill him!"

"Better to die for a friend than for myself" is one of the eternal truths in this world.

In a life-or-death crisis, no one is willing to sacrifice themselves to help others.