"Go to the Outer Heavens and retrieve a remnant of the realm, then bring it back."

Beside Feng Bingwen, Immortal Lord Xuanqing, holding a whisk, remained calm. Seeing his offspring's state, he replied...

"It's just a celestial scroll; it can be obtained in an instant."

"With my current cultivation level, how can I possibly ascend to the Outer Heavens?"

Hearing her father's words, Zhao Junxian was taken aback, then shook her head. Her eyes then lit up, like a weasel eyeing a chicken, and she stared intently at her celestial father, before speaking...

"How about you lend me the Azure Lotus Throne? That way I can ascend to the Heavenly Realm."

"Even if the Heavenly Scroll is excellent, what benefit will it bring to your cultivation? You have already received enough assistance."

Xuanqing Immortal Lord glanced at his unworthy offspring, rebuked him, and then made no further contact. His figure transformed into a wisp of pure energy and dissipated into the world.

156n.

"It's just that I won't lend it, why make such a fuss, humph!"

Zhao Junxian snorted, her expression revealing a hint of dissatisfaction, which made Feng Bingwen, standing to the side, look somewhat subtle, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

What kind of expression is that?

Before Zhao Junxian, who cultivated both immortality and martial arts and had reached the realm of human immortals, Feng Bingwen could detect even the slightest movement; nothing could escape his discerning eyes.

"cough!"

Feng Bingwen coughed lightly, his eyes downcast, his face expressionless, like a wooden puppet.

"I will plant a golden lotus seed today, and tomorrow I can harvest a golden lotus of thirty-six grades!"

"Master is incredibly powerful!"

As a disciple, Feng Bingwen showered the disciple with compliments without batting an eye.

"You believe it?"

Zhao Junxian glanced sideways at Feng Bingwen and suddenly felt that this disciple was not so pleasing to the eye.

If he wasn't mistaken, it was his celestial father who brought Feng Bingwen back from outside. From birth to the present day, he had only met that father a handful of times, and he had never received such treatment before.

He was recalling the past when his disciple was almost abducted by the Netherworld Path. It was his father who instructed him to bring back this disciple, who was only a nominal disciple at the time.

"Master, your talent is unparalleled among your peers. I believe you can cultivate a golden lotus of the thirty-sixth grade!"

"Alright! I don't even believe that myself."

Zhao Junxian rolled his eyes, amused by his own first disciple.

Do you know the origin of my father's twelve-petaled blue lotus?

"I don't know."

Feng Bingwen was very honest, answering every question meticulously. At this moment, all he wanted was to leave. He had already rescued his apprentice, but his whereabouts were now unknown.

"The seed of that blue lotus originated from the time of creation. Its mother plant was the unique Chaos Blue Lotus. This year, the ancestor spent a lot of time planting it, and only today has this blue lotus blossomed to the twelfth grade."

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Master."

Do you think I can still grow a golden lotus of thirty-six grades now?

"Yes, as long as you live long enough, there's nothing you can't do."

Feng Bingwen's words were half true and half false. With his master's aptitude and background, immortality was a matter of course and a given. However, to cultivate a thirty-sixth-grade golden lotus, one truly needed both good fortune and luck.

"You little rascal!"

Zhao Junxian laughed and cursed.

"If Master has nothing else, I will take my leave now. My disciple is waiting for me."

Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully and then prepared to flee. The reason he said so many things against his will was to please his master so that he would be allowed to leave.

"You saved your disciple, didn't you?"

Zhao Junxian narrowed his eyes, reached out and pressed down, and Feng Bingwen's body froze. He felt as if everything flowing around him had been frozen, and he was like a flying insect trapped in amber, unable to move.

"I haven't decided yet."

Feng Bingwen considered it for a moment before answering.

"In that case, let's exchange my Floating Light Pavilion for mine!"

"Master, could you lend me some more time?"

Feng Bingwen didn't intend to covet his master's immortal artifacts, but he didn't have a single immortal artifact that he could use at any time, so he felt empty and lacked confidence.

He used the Mountain-Moving Cauldron to suppress the earth's veins, and after that remnant world merged into the world he was in, a mysterious change occurred. Earth veins sprang up out of thin air, and endless vitality sprouted once again.

But that's all. The favor bestowed by the will of Heaven merely restored that remnant world to life, made up for the missing rules, and eliminated the risk of its collapse.

There were no further benefits. The spiritual energy of that remnant realm, which was already under Feng Bingwen's control, was probably comparable to that of the Great Thousand Realms, or even somewhat inferior.

After all, they are from out of town and cannot compare with the locals. It is already quite good that they have received such favors.

Therefore, the area controlled by Feng Bingwen is far from being a true blessed land. The only place rich in spiritual energy is the area suppressed by the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, which is also forced to be embedded in it and cannot be used for the time being.

"You already have the Heavenly Scroll, why would you need my little Floating Light Pavilion?"

"Master, what is a Heavenly Scroll?"

They were just talking about it, but Feng Bingwen saw that the great immortal was on the side and was too embarrassed to ask. Now he took the opportunity to ask. Even if he had his own ideas, he needed to ask the elders of the sect for verification.

"The Heavenly Scroll? It means exactly what it says, the Heavenly Dao's sweeping influence. What? Didn't you feel it? When I was undergoing my tribulation, you were right there watching. When you were being subjected to the Heavenly Scroll, you should have had a similar feeling."

As she spoke and explained, Zhao Junxian couldn't help but look Feng Bingwen up and down again, marveling at him.

"Speaking of which, you are the second cultivator I have seen to receive the Heavenly Scroll. It must be quite an achievement, right?"

"What are the benefits of receiving the Heavenly Scroll?"

"How do you feel about surviving being hunted down by a cultivator several realms higher than you?"

"Very good!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up, and then he seemed to be deep in thought.

"When you stroll around at leisure, a magical object will fall into your arms, and you will be able to turn misfortune into good fortune whenever you are in danger."

"This sounds..."

The young Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly as he listened.

"It's somewhat similar to your childhood experience, but it's far better than what you had back then. You were just blessed with great fortune, but what good is good fortune? Before I even attained enlightenment, I personally killed one of them."

"That's because your luck is even more prosperous, Master!"

"Luck, heh!"

Zhao Junxian chuckled, offering no further comment, but instead looked down at Feng Bingwen, her tone serious.

"Your ability to obtain the Heavenly Scroll is a good thing for now, but nothing in this world is perfect. There are gains and losses. You have gained the favor and attention of the Heavenly Dao, but if there are any flaws in the operation of the Heavenly Dao in the future, you will need to make up for them if you have the ability."

"Can the workings of Heaven's Way have flaws?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know much about this either. When you reach the corresponding level in your cultivation, you will naturally understand the reason."

"Is that so!"

Feng Bingwen frowned. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Although it was obtained through good deeds in the Heavenly Book, it sounded like he had to bear some kind of responsibility, just like the Dao Body he had obtained.

"Don't worry too much. As I said, it has little to do with you right now. Just focus on your cultivation. Besides, you haven't obtained many Heavenly Scrolls. At least, compared to the one I met, you haven't obtained many."

"Thank you so much for your guidance, teacher!"

"Well, no need for formalities. Quickly return my Floating Light Pavilion. My cultivation level has stabilized, and I can start practicing it again to the next level."

"Can't you really lend me a few more days?"

Feng Bingwen reluctantly took out the Floating Light Pavilion. When he was sweeping away demons in the remnant realm, he had experienced the wonder of this immortal artifact. It was impervious to all laws and difficult to break through in order to vanquish evil.

“You don’t need this celestial artifact of mine. If you really need it, Heaven will naturally make arrangements.”

"Is the Heavenly Scroll truly so mysterious?"

"Normally, you shouldn't have too many expectations, but when it comes to the critical moment, as long as you are still in this world, you may be able to turn misfortune into good fortune and reverse the situation."

In the end, Feng Bingwen reluctantly returned Fuguang Pavilion to his teacher, and then, without stopping, used the teleportation array set up by Taishangdao to return to Donghua Continent once again.

...

Tang Gu

The sun shone brightly, dazzling and radiant. The ocean surged and roared. A mulberry tree stood tall and majestic in the deep sea, its enormous, unimaginable branches stretching towards the sky, dense and imposing.

The intense, blazing golden flames gradually tinted the once emerald-green mulberry leaves a golden hue. As far as the eye could see, an endless ocean of golden light rippled and surged around the mulberry tree, vast and boundless.

Among the mulberry trees, one can see sun discs of varying sizes moving about. Upon closer inspection, they are actually three-legged divine birds, the natural supreme beings recognized by the demon race.

Every golden crow here, once it leaves Tang Valley, becomes a king revered by all demons.

If one is strong enough, the Golden Crow naturally has the right to compete for the title of Demon Emperor, because the first Demon Emperor of the demon race since the beginning of time came from the Golden Crow clan.

This statement is not accurate, because that emperor was the first emperor in the world. The Golden Crow clan was descended from this demon emperor and his wife. The recognized royal family of the demon race today is the descendant of that emperor.

"Ancestor, something terrible has happened!"

At this moment, the sunlight leaped up, and a figure, somewhat flustered, stumbled and staggered from the upper part of the mulberry tree towards the very top of the hibiscus tree.

"Gu, what's the matter that you're so panicked?"

A calm and serene voice rang out, and most of the golden crows that were frolicking in the canopy of the Fusang Divine Tree stopped, their golden primordial eyes fixed on the fellow clansman who had disturbed the Emperor's son's cultivation.

“Your Highness, I once traveled to the Outer Heavens and roamed the vast void…”

This golden crow, which appeared no different from the others on the outside and even surpassed them in aura, recounted in detail its previous experiences.

Even though he could only see the crimson-gold crow's nest atop Fusang Mountain, it was enough to fill him with ecstasy. He even carefully inhaled and exhaled the wisps of energy emanating from the nest, in a manner unnoticed by the other golden crows.

Even among those of the same pure bloodline, there are differences in quality. Bloodlines decline with the passage of time, and the stronger the bloodline of a race, the more drastic the decline. Even the royal family of demons, the Golden Crow, cannot escape this rule.

Even though he was a pure-blooded Golden Crow, his bloodline was worlds apart from that of the Emperor's son. Even in a battle between equals, the Emperor's son could kill him as easily as killing a chicken.

"Xuanqing, that brat from the Supreme Dao, and that other one—weren't they already living in seclusion? Could it be that the time they've been waiting for has finally arrived..."

The prince had been listening to his descendants' report rather casually, but when he heard those familiar names, memories from the ancient times resurfaced before his eyes.

"Tell me about what happened before in detail again."

"yes."

Jinwu, not daring to conceal anything, described in more detail how he was beaten up, and even explained how he got to Taixu. He did not start from Tanggu, but directly from his own blessed land and finally arrived at Taixu.

"The Supreme Dao is actually competing with those guys who claim they want to live in seclusion?"

It was easy to tell how surprised the prince residing at the top of the Fusang Divine Tree was. Both the former and the latter were forces that he was quite wary of and took notice of. However, these two forces, which he thought were completely unrelated, actually clashed, which truly delighted Wu.

"No, what is the background of that Taoist priest you saw who was extremely weak but was collecting remnants of the Other Shore Realm?"

“Your Highness, that’s just a very weak cultivator. He hasn’t even condensed his Yuan Dan yet. Because he’s so weak, I haven’t paid much attention to him.”

Jinwu Valley was somewhat puzzled. From beginning to end, he had not paid any attention to Feng Bingwen. He was born as the sun, high above, so why would he care about those creatures as lowly as ants? Even if the place and time of its appearance were too strange, it was still not worth his attention.

"Fool! You only need to pay attention to him because he's weak. What does the remnant realm matter? That young man is the key!"

The emperor's son, who lived in the crow's nest, couldn't resist. A golden wing that could almost blot out the sky flashed out of the nest and then captured the golden crow that was bowing down below the nest.

"Try to recall what you saw and heard. If you can't, I'll help you."

"Your Highness, please calm your anger. I will now recall it carefully!"

In the end, he was still a terrestrial immortal. Even though he had just broken through, he had seen him with his own eyes. With just a little recollection, he could list out the seemingly useless information.

"Human race, Supreme Dao, Innate Spiritual Root!"

The prince pondered for a moment, then immediately issued his will.

"Go, summon Xi to see me!"

"Your Highness, you can simply give me your orders. Why bother with that half-breed bastard? What right does he have to step into your den?"

Jinwu and Gu immediately voiced their objections.

In the demon race, bloodline is paramount. Even purebloods compete with each other, let alone mixed-bloods. This natural advantage allows purebloods to bully mixed-bloods with impunity.

However, there are always exceptions, and the mixed-blood named Xi was one of them, because he was a mixed-blood born from the union of a golden crow and a lowly human.

---Aside---

I posted 4,000 words today. I spent most of the day searching for medical advice, so I didn't have much time. I'll try my best to keep updating these next few days. Once things stabilize, I'll post 6,000 words a day. I can't guarantee more than that; it's unrealistic. I'm not going to abandon this project. I'm really poor and don't have much money. I've only earned two months' worth of royalties.