“Junior brother, there is no need to worry. This is due to the strong foundation of my senior brother Daozi. We cultivators do not have such a grand scale when we undergo tribulation.”

Near Feng Bingwen, an old farmer riding an old yellow ox, seemingly out of place with the scene that looked like the sky had fallen and the earth had split apart, chuckled and said.

Feng Bingwen looked at this disciple of the Supreme Daoist sect, and suddenly a scene like a paradise appeared before his eyes, with the aroma of fruit making his mouth water and a gentle breeze blowing, and the wheat fields rippling.

"Thank you for informing me, senior brother."

Feng Bingwen broke free from the illusion in the next moment and politely thanked his senior brother, who looked like an old farmer from the countryside. The farmer riding the yellow ox looked Feng Bingwen up and down, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Junior brother, you have excellent eyesight! You actually spotted my Peach Blossom Spring!"

"Not a hallucination?"

Feng Bingwen was startled, but then he understood. As expected of a disciple of the Supreme Dao, even someone he had just encountered was so terrifying.

"Of course not. Illusion is nothing more than a minor skill. Unless you cultivate it to the point of turning the false into the real, but if you have such a level, why bother cultivating illusion? What you just saw was my paradise!"

The farmer laughed heartily, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"But judging from your cultivation level, Senior Brother?"

Feng Bingwen frowned, somewhat puzzled. According to his understanding, only Earth Immortals could create blessed lands, while Human Immortals could only make some preparations in advance.

"Only Yuan Dan, right?"

This disciple of the Supreme Dao had clearly experienced such doubts many times before, and this time, facing a fellow disciple he didn't know, he still patiently explained.

"My realm is indeed a bit low, but this Peach Blossom Spring of mine was not created by myself, but left by my ancestors. It's just that I have great fortune and was lucky enough to obtain it."

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen suddenly realized, and an envy unconsciously appeared on his face. Who wouldn't be envious of this? It was like someone inheriting billions of assets in their past life.

"Senior brother is truly blessed. He is only at the Yuan Dan realm, yet he is able to inherit a blessed land."

"It was just luck. The road ahead is long, and we must continue to explore and strive, without slacking off!"

The unassuming senior brother was very humble. At this moment, Feng Bingwen looked at him with a completely different gaze. He had only reached the Yuan Dan realm and had already inherited a blessed land. If this were a cultivation realm, well…

"May I ask, senior brother, what benefits has this blessed land brought to your cultivation?"

Feng Bingwen asked questions when he didn't understand. He knew that blessed lands and grotto-heavens held a very important and irreplaceable position in the cultivation of immortality, but he didn't know what benefits they brought to the cultivation of immortality.

"Benefits? There are indeed too many to list at once."

"Senior brother, please pick a few things you think are important and tell me about them, so that I can understand them. Maybe I will have the same good fortune as you and find a blessed place on the road!"

Feng Bingwen said, half seriously and half jokingly.

"Hahaha, junior brother, you are truly amusing. Let me think about it. With a blessed land, the first thing is that we will no longer need to worry about the depletion of spiritual energy. If I were to fight against someone of the same cultivation level, no matter who they are, they would not be able to defeat me with their magical power."

Hearing Feng Bingwen's direct question, the Taoist was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and readily explained.

"Secondly, one will gain more insights when comprehending certain supernatural powers and spells. In addition, the blessed land will produce some unique spiritual herbs and immortal materials, which can be sold outside to obtain a lot of resources to nourish oneself."

Although the senior brother's words were rather vague, it was already quite good that the other party was willing to tell him. Feng Bingwen understood that there were many benefits that a low-level cultivator could obtain by acquiring a blessed land in advance.

Firstly, cultivation efficiency is maximized, equivalent to carrying a massive spiritual vein with one's body. The spiritual energy within is inexhaustible for the cultivator, and the only factor affecting cultivation is the cultivator's own refining efficiency.

Secondly, it enhances comprehension, but this seems to be affected by the blessed land, which cannot be chosen by oneself. Thirdly, the blessed land itself is a comprehensive resource point, so cultivators no longer need to worry about external things.

In conclusion, even an ordinary rogue cultivator who obtains a blessed land could probably soar to great heights. It's just a pity that the one who obtained this blessed land is a disciple of the Supreme Dao. Most of the benefits that the blessed land can provide are reduced for him, and he basically doesn't need them.

"Thank you for informing me, senior brother!"

Feng Bingwen thanked him sincerely. Although they were fellow disciples, the other party owed him nothing. It was already quite kind of them to be willing to tell him such confidential matters.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The primordial spiritual energy nurtured by blessed lands is of great benefit to cultivators forming their cores. If you, junior brother, happen to stumble upon a blessed land while you're walking around, the quality of your core will definitely improve significantly, regardless of your aptitude."

As he said this, the unassuming senior brother had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, clearly teasing Feng Bingwen about finding blessed places while walking.

"So there are such benefits? Thank you for telling me, Senior Brother."

Feng Bingwen didn't care about that. He ignored his senior brother's teasing and thanked him again.

"Haha, your junior brother, although he looks unfamiliar, is truly remarkable. I won't use him this time. If you find a blessed land before you reach the Core Formation stage, then come and thank me!"

Rumble—

Just as Feng Bingwen was about to say something more, the accumulated heavenly tribulation finally erupted. Almost instantly, nine bolts of purple and blue lightning fell down, mercilessly striking the one who was about to face the tribulation directly below.

Feng Bingwen couldn't see his master's location from his position, nor could he see what kind of damage the nine bolts of lightning had caused him. However, he could see that as the nine bolts of lightning fell, lightning flashed and lightning snakes roamed beneath the lightning tribulation.

Even though Feng Bingwen was on the very outer edge of the lightning, he still felt a tingling, electric shock sensation all over his body. And this could no longer be considered an aftershock of the tribulation.

"Hehe, junior brother, how are you feeling?"

The mouthwatering aroma of wheat mingled with a tempting peach scent. When Feng Bingwen finally expelled the lightning tribulation power that had invaded his body, he found himself in a peaceful and tranquil little valley.

However, the next moment, this peaceful scene turned transparent, and the oppressive sea of ​​lightning and clouds reappeared.

"The might of Heaven is overwhelming, terrifying and awe-inspiring!"

Feng Bingwen let out a breath, but couldn't suppress his curiosity and looked around at this seemingly small blessed land.

"Senior brother, how come your blessed land is so..."

Feng Bingwen has never been one to hide anything, but saying whatever comes to mind would be too naive, so he paused, not uttering the final adjective.

"Why is it so small? Junior brother, is that what you're trying to say?"

"I don't mean to offend you, senior brother. I just want to ask, as far as I know, there shouldn't be only so many blessed lands. There should be more."

Feng Bingwen looked puzzled. This Peach Blossom Spring was only about the size of a village that could house a hundred or so families. Although there were crisscrossing paths and peach blossoms everywhere, it was far too small for a blessed land.

"I just praised my junior brother for his good eyesight, and he was right. This blessed land of mine is not a true blessed land, but only a prototype of a blessed land. The earth immortal who opened it was a rogue cultivator who did not have enough accumulation."

When he created this blessed land, it was only this size. Later, while exploring somewhere, he encountered a calamity and died, leaving this blessed land behind. During one of my travels, I happened to stumble upon it and refined it.”

"He died so soon after achieving the Earth Immortal realm, what a pity!"

"Who can disagree? Who would have thought that a celestial being who has cultivated to such a level would also perish from a moment of carelessness? It's truly lamentable."

"Although it's not very nice to say it like this, if that Earth Immortal senior can pass away in a few hundred years, then the blessed land you obtained, Senior Brother, will probably truly live up to its name."

"Contentment brings happiness, junior brother. We cultivators must restrain our seven emotions and six desires. Otherwise, once we indulge ourselves and lose our minds, we will not even know when disaster strikes us."

"Senior brother is right."

"Although it is only a rudimentary blessed land, it is just right for me. If it were a truly complete blessed land, my meager cultivation would be insufficient to refine it. Even if it were the best, what benefit would it bring me?"

"What suits you best is the best."

Feng Bingwen seemed to be deep in thought, and the idea that had surfaced in his mind became completely clear.

Rumble—

Another bolt of lightning struck, bursting forth with dazzling light from the endless darkness. Amidst the thunderous roar, Feng Bingwen felt his entire body tremble, losing all his senses and becoming completely numb.

But soon a fragrance of fruit and grains mingled with the aroma of grains filled the air, and Feng Bingwen quickly regained his senses. His ears were still ringing slightly, with the faint echoes of thunderous roars reverberating within them.

Its vast and majestic power cannot be defied!

As Feng Bingwen gazed at the Heavenly Tribulation, a faint sense of fear surfaced in his heart. However, soon, accompanied by a soaring and inspiring sword cry, that fear was instantly shattered and vanished without a trace, leaving only a surge of fighting spirit.

"Junior brother, your cultivation level is too low. Why don't you retreat a bit further with me?"

A gentle voice rang out, and Feng Bingwen turned his head to see his senior brother, who had an ancient and simple appearance, looking at him with a gaze as gentle as the old ox he was sitting on.

"If you don't back down, I'll have to leave now. Senior Brother Daozi's tribulation lightning is too strong; I can hardly withstand it."

"Thank you, senior brother. I was impolite and have not yet asked your name!"

Feng Bingwen stood up and bowed to his senior brother, whom he had never met before, for the third time to express his gratitude. Although he was no longer young, he felt really good to be taken care of.

"My secular name is Zhang Xiu, and my Taoist name is Qingyuan. You can call me whatever you like."

Upon seeing the young man bowing respectfully to him, the Taoist priest sitting on the back of the ox burst into laughter. A bamboo hat appeared in his hand at some point, and with a gentle lift, he helped Feng Bingwen stand up straight.

"Senior Brother Qingyuan!"

"Don't worry about these formalities, just come with me. This heavenly tribulation isn't really anything special. You can take a quick look and that'll be enough."

The Taoist priest from Qingyuan pulled Feng Bingwen onto the back of the yellow ox, then turned and left.

At this moment, the center of the tribulation became even more terrifying. One after another, strands of lightning poured down from the center like a dam bursting, engulfing everything there. The destructive aura surged and spread.

"Wasn't that place supposed to be very safe?"

Feng Bingwen turned his head and glanced at the tribulation viewing spot where he had just been, which was claimed to be very dangerous.

A streak of purple-blue lightning grazed past, and although it was only a very weak arc of electricity, the aura emanating from it was terrifying.

"Don't you even consider what level of cultivation the elder who made the deduction is? In their eyes, as long as we're not struck by lightning and killed, we're considered safe."

"this……"

Feng Bingwen stared wide-eyed, speechless.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, whose disciple are you, and when did you become a disciple?"

"Replying to Senior Brother, I entered the sect a year ago, becoming a disciple of Zhao Junxian, Zhao Daozi."

"You're Senior Brother Zhao's disciple? Isn't that a difference in seniority?"

Zhang Xiu chuckled, but then a carefree expression appeared on his face as he waved his hand dismissively.

"But it doesn't matter. After your master transcends the tribulation, he will become a human immortal. You and I can still address each other as fellow disciples."

"How can this be done?"

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen glanced back at the raging waterfall of lightning at the center of the tribulation.

"What's the harm in that?"

The senior brother in front of me perfectly embodies the common people's imagination of immortals: riding an ox, simple and natural, unpretentious, and casually dressed.

While talking with his senior brother, Feng Bingwen's mind was unconsciously immersed in the Heavenly Book. After all, he no longer had to deal with the Heavenly Tribulation, as he had been taken away from the area covered by the lightning tribulation.

Name: Feng Bingwen

Good deeds: Fifty-four thousand eight thousand seven hundred and sixty-seven ( )

Misdeeds: 1,826 (1826)

Thanks to a year of accumulation, Feng Bingwen's merits had reached an extremely high level. His greatest contribution came from his father giving away all the family's wealth to benefit the people on the border, breaking the record for the highest merits in the Heavenly Book.

Of course, what satisfied Feng Bingwen the most was his evil karma, which remained in the four digits. That faint crimson flame continued to burn, burning away his evil karma without him even realizing it.

Feng Bingwen felt that these bad deeds were mostly due to the disciple he had taken in and the private school he had opened. After all, teaching students was indeed the most torturous thing for him in his life, and could be described as painful.

"My wish: I want a blessed land of immortals."

He didn't have any grand ideas. Feng Bingwen faced the heavenly book and made what he considered to be a simple and unpretentious wish.

Well, unsurprisingly, apart from the crimson flames, the Heavenly Book remained motionless, offering no response to his heaven or his wishes, completely ignoring him.