Feng Bingwen finally understood why, even though he now appeared as a divine being, like an ancient god on a journey, there were still ignorant little demons and monsters blocking his way. His words were quite unfortunate.

Before them stood a great demon, its head adorned with a black-gold helmet that shone brightly in the sun, its robes billowing in the wind, its armor laced with black iron and leather straps, and its boots embroidered with flowers. It was as imposing as a general, with a waist ten spans wide and a height of three zhang. It held a sharp blade in its hand, which gleamed brightly.

With such attire, anyone who saw it would have to praise the demon. Feng Bingwen saw it and was surprised, but he also understood the source of this little demon's arrogance.

"I am the master of the Hundred Refinement Cave on Red Ge Mountain in the Qiong Kingdom. Who are you? Which king invited you? If you have proof, I will forgive you for trespassing into my demon kingdom's territory!"

"The cave master?"

Seeing the magnificent demon before him, its body radiating precious light and exuding an extraordinary aura, Feng Bingwen found it quite amusing and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Judging from your attire and imposing manner, I thought you were some kind of demon king, but it turns out you're just a cave lord. A mere cave lord, where does such a big tone come from?"

"You scoundrel, which master in the sect are you under? State your name immediately, for I do not kill nameless nobodies!"

Provoked by Feng Bingwen, the great demon roared in anger, wielding his eighteen-foot broadsword with great force, but he restrained himself and did not act impulsively.

"Which real person?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen found it even more intriguing. He reached out and removed the helmet covering his face, boldly revealing his angular, handsome, and masculine features to the demons.

"Look at my appearance, do you think I look like a disciple of any master in the sect?"

"you!"

The once imposing demon trembled upon seeing Feng Bingwen's appearance and recognizing his undisguised aura.

Before he could react, he saw the female demons who had previously dared to block Feng Bingwen's carriage in groups surrounding him screaming in fright.

"It's a person!"

"Someone's coming!"

"Sisters, run!"

"We just stopped someone!"

"This is terrible, a real disaster!"

"You bunch of idiots!"

At that moment, Feng Bingwen witnessed the various forms of the demons. When the Lord of the Hundred Refinements Cave replaced the group of female demons and confronted him in the air, many demons from all directions, including the sea, gathered around to watch the spectacle.

But when he took off his helmet and openly revealed his face and aura, the demons that hadn't even gotten close turned and ran without saying a word, and the demonic aura that hadn't even had time to take shape instantly crumbled.

The most interesting thing was undoubtedly the female demons who had blocked his way earlier. These beautiful, half-human, half-eagle demons first screamed, then started blaming and cursing at each other as they went their separate ways.

Of course, a very small number of female demons remained where they were, looking fearful and uneasy, instead of following the crowd and fleeing together.

Below, in the sea, the group of Jiao people who had initially shown hostility had mostly fled, leaving only their most imposing leader and a few others with slightly better armor.

Their faces now looked much like those of the remaining female demons, as if they had lost their parents. The leader of the Jiaoren was also deathly pale, with empty eyes, looking utterly lost and incredulous.

Thump!

As waves splashed, Feng Bingwen saw the great demon facing him. After a brief internal struggle, it seemed to have thrown away its greatsword, and the seawater instantly swallowed the high-grade magic weapon.

"I was blind and offended you, Master. Please punish me!"

This great demon had no integrity whatsoever. He immediately abandoned his armor and weapons in mid-air, lowered his head and begged Feng Bingwen for surrender.

"Tell me, which senior brother in the sect are you under?"

A smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's face as he slowly and methodically took out a three-foot-long, crystal-clear sword, shrouded in a layer of bloody light, and examined it from head to toe.

"My killing sword will not slay nameless nobodies!"

"Master, please spare my life! I am the mount of Song Shuqing, an inner disciple of Luoyu Peak. My master only has me as his mount, and I carry him whenever he goes out. If you kill me, it's one thing for me to lose my life, but my master will lose his ability to travel."

Seeing the killing sword in Feng Bingwen's hand, the great demon blocking the way felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Song Shuqing? I've never heard of that name before. Could he be a true disciple?"

Feng Bingwen knew fewer than five Taoists in his sect, yet his words only instilled even greater fear in the great demon.

"Although my master is exceptionally talented, he is still far from being a true successor. He will probably need to cultivate diligently for another sixty years before he has a chance to ascend to the rightful position!"

When he said these words, the Great Demon was very uneasy and had no confidence at all. When his master opened his meridians, he only cultivated to the third grade. In other sects, this would be a sure thing for a true disciple, but in the Supreme Dao, he shouldn't think too much about it and should just focus on being an inner disciple.

"So it's a disciple's mount. Since it's a Daoist spirit beast, why has it stooped so low and come here to be the master of the Hundred Refinements Cave? Isn't this just disgracing your master?"

“Master, I was actually lured here by Luo Yu’s mount, Kuntai, who now claims to be the ruler of Qiong Kingdom. His true form is a giant Kun from the deep sea, whose strength far surpasses mine. I couldn’t resist him, so I had no choice but to obey him.”

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's reprimand, the great demon's face immediately turned flustered. He hurriedly tried to explain, but didn't forget to shift the blame.

"Temptation? Can't resist? Hmph! You are the mount of a disciple of the sect. If you are unwilling, does that giant Kun have the power to force you? Is your master some kind of coward who can be bullied by anyone?"

Feng Bingwen sneered, not believing the flawed explanation at all.

However, he also gleaned a glimpse into the current situation of the War Alliance Islands from the great demon's explanation.

Sixty years ago, a golden-haired purple-faced ape, native to the archipelago, gained power in this place and declared itself king.

An elder from the sect, returning from a journey, passed by and saw this scene. He simply smiled and did not interfere. He even praised the elder's intelligence. This probably made the spirit pets and mounts in the Supreme Dao, which had been subdued by many elders and disciples, have their own ideas.

These creatures gathered on the Zhanmeng Islands, seized control of the mountains, established their own kingdoms, and indulged in the fantasy of being rulers of a demon kingdom. After all, if wild demons could become kings, why couldn't they?

"Of course not. I only came here for a short while while my master was in seclusion. I really had no other intentions. Please, Master, be sure not to tell my master about this!"

At this moment, the great demon revealed its ferocious nature. Its fleshy face, however, displayed a pitiful expression, both pathetic and amusing. It looked like a little child caught doing something wrong by the neighbor.

"You're not going to tell your husband?"

Feng Bingwen's face showed amusement, and just as he was about to say something, he frowned upon seeing the great demon's actions and had to speak up to stop him.

"That's enough, no need to take any more off!"

After seeing his face and confirming his identity, the man not only dropped his weapon but also removed his armor. However, he was wearing three layers of armor, and even after saying these words, he had not yet taken off all of his armor.

This inevitably raises suspicions about the identity of the so-called mount. Of course, Feng Bingwen is even more certain that the wealth of this disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect is such that even a mere mount can possess so many magical treasures. How wealthy must the master himself be?

"I won't take it off, Master. I will obey your orders during this time."

"really?"

Feng Bingwen raised an eyebrow, and for some reason, his smile became even brighter.

"As long as you don't tell my master about this, everything is negotiable."

The great demon said with absolute certainty.

"good!"

At this moment, Feng Bingwen immediately felt that Zhang Zhen, the guardian of Butian Pavilion, was worrying too much and there was no need for it at all. Subduing the cave was much simpler than he had imagined.

"Come, get into my carriage. I have some things I need to ask you about!"

"You are truly benevolent and righteous, but I am of lowly rank and humble status. How could I dare to defile your esteemed presence? I would rather be your helper to pull your carriage!"

Having said that, without waiting for Feng Bingwen to refuse, he saw the fellow roll on the spot and reveal his true form, which was a water-avoiding golden-eyed beast covered in iron armor, with extraordinary bloodline and extremely handsome appearance.

Then, the golden-eyed beast, which could also be considered a unicorn, brazenly squeezed in front of Feng Bingwen's carriage, forcefully pushing a cloud dragon onto the carriage frame, transforming it into a dragon pattern, and then biting the iron lock, taking its place.

"You scoundrel, you actually pull my cart? Aren't you afraid your master will scold you?"

Feng Bingwen was amused by the fool's behavior and asked with a laugh and a scolding tone.

“The Master is clearly a true disciple of the sect. How could my master dare to make things difficult for him? Even if the Master takes a liking to me and wants to take me away, my master would probably only offer me up respectfully.”

The Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast turned its head and answered.

"You scoundrel, don't even think about such a wonderful thing!"

Feng Bingwen was genuinely amused by this silly fellow. As he spoke, lightning crackled in his hand, transforming into a lightning whip that lashed out at the creature.

"And stop talking about your master, saying he'll be punished alongside you. Don't forget your place."

"yes!"

Amidst the lightning and thunder, the Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast, which had been becoming increasingly carefree and unruly, suddenly felt pain, but dared not utter a sound. Instead, it respectfully accepted the order and admitted its mistake.

"Let me ask you, how many other Daoist spirit beasts like you are there in this archipelago?"

"this……"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast stammered and couldn't answer for a moment.

"Too many, really, I don't know!"

The water-avoiding golden-eyed beast answered honestly.

"Is that so? How many demonic kingdoms like the Qiong Kingdom are there among these islands?"

"Not many, only seven countries!"

The Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast knew the answer to this question and answered it without hesitation.

"Seven demon kingdoms? That's quite a lot. Besides the golden ape that first declared itself king, there's also the giant Kun you just mentioned. And which of these kingdoms are our sect's spirit beasts?"

“Master, you’ve come to the right person. The rulers of the seven demon kingdoms are… five of them are Daoist spirit beasts like me. They came to this island to play when their masters were bored after going into seclusion!”

The Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast recounted the origins of five of the rulers with great familiarity.

"And who is the other one? What is their background?"

Feng Bingwen noticed the key point: of the seven kings, five were from the Supreme Dao, but after removing that monkey, there was one who had no Daoist background. So how did he become king?

"I have never seen the true form of the King of Tongjue Kingdom, but he has fought with several kings and has never been at a disadvantage. There are rumors that he is the illegitimate son of a dragon king from overseas, but I do not know if it is true or not."

"Um!"

Feng Bingwen understood and had already made up his mind, so he immediately gave the order.

"This is the territory of the Kingdom of Qiong. Lead me to see the King of Qiong, who reigns here!"

"The king is not in the palace now. His master has already left the pass and I heard he plans to travel far away on it!"

"Is there any other king in the palace who can lead me to pay my respects?"

Feng Bingwen said with a joking smile.

"You flatter me, Master. If you have any instructions, I will summon them to pay their respects to you right now!"

"No need for that. Whoever is on this island right now, just lead me to see them!"

Behind the young man clad in dragon armor, a crystalline bone sword floated, its killing intent bursting forth. The Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast dared not utter another word, and dragged the carriage towards the mountains and islands.

After the cloud dragon chariot flew away, only a group of trembling female demons and a group of panicked people remained. They looked at each other, but none of them dared to leave, because the immortal had not yet punished them.

Even if they were stupid, they still knew that they were born in the territory of the Supreme Dao. Here, relying on those demon kings, they dared to stop any being, but humans were the only ones they could not provoke in this place.

A white rainbow pierced the sky, and clouds filled the air. Feng Bingwen had already been led by the obedient water-avoiding golden-eyed beast to a vast island, which was indeed a magnificent island.

Its might dominates the vast ocean, its tides surge like silver mountains where fish retreat to their burrows; its majesty pacifies the Jade Sea, its waves churn like snow, and mirages leap from the abyss. Crimson cliffs and strange rocks, sheer walls and wondrous peaks, rare herbs and exotic flowers that never fade, evergreen pines and cypresses that remain evergreen, forests teeming with long-lived deer and immortal foxes, and trees adorned with spirit birds and black cranes.

Before Feng Bingwen's carriage landed on the island, a golden light shot out from a strange peak, piercing the heavens. When the light dissipated, a handsome scholar with a fair complexion stood there, holding a folding fan. He looked refined and had an extraordinary air about him.

"Kong Xian, I have met the true master of Feng!"

The scholar bowed with a fan, his manners impeccable, seemingly leaving no room for criticism; but Feng Bingwen was anything but polite.

"Your information network seems quite extensive, even knowing my surname. I won't waste words with you. If you don't want your master to know about this, then serve me here. Once I reclaim my cave, you can go your own way!"