As expected, just as Feng Bingwen had predicted, when the young man who had fired nine arrows and nearly killed Xi extended invitations to the three major Daoist sects and the two major Buddhist academies, he quickly received a response, and the result was as expected.

"Haha, Brother Dao is truly a prophet! They all agreed, and no one refused."

He exudes a primitive and wild aura, as if he were a boy descended from ancient times. He laughs heartily, with white teeth, clear eyes, and a bright, sunny disposition. If he were to take off his animal skin clothes and put on some suitable casual clothes, he would look just like a friendly boy next door.

"They are all very proud people and don't accept failure so easily."

Looking at the young man who had come to him again, Feng Bingwen guessed that this guy must have a rare treasure that allowed him to travel freely between the various continents of the human race. Otherwise, there was no way to explain how he could cross between several continents in a short time. Even ordinary immortals could not do this.

"We are presenting them with the opportunity to wash away the stain of defeat; how could they possibly refuse?"

“The Buddhist disciple Kongxuan from Da Ci’en Temple was somewhat unwilling. When I went to invite him, he was still hiding in the Sutra Repository and refused to come out. It was his senior brother who dragged him out. Even after I explained my purpose, he kept refusing.”

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the young man sighed, his eyes filled with confusion. He couldn't understand how someone so young and vibrant could endure such humiliation and still focus on cultivation. How could he possibly continue cultivating like this?

"Don't worry about him. As long as he can join us, that's fine. The key is that the old monks behind him agree. At that time, the Great Ci'en Temple will surely send an ancient Buddha, or a Bodhisattva or Arhat, to accompany him."

Feng Bingwen recalled the Moon White Monk who was able to fight the Golden Crow Half-Demon to a standstill for a short time, but unfortunately the monk had little experience in combat and was too compassionate, making it difficult for him to kill, and ultimately he was defeated.

We can't say they did anything wrong, after all, they are Buddhists who are compassionate.

However, it is true that their level of attainment is not high. Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, the rules and regulations are meant to help practitioners and prevent them from going astray, not to restrain them.

That's why some eminent Buddhist monks, when traveling through the secular world, can drink alcohol and eat meat without restraint and not abide by the precepts, because their realm has reached the point where they can do whatever they want without falling into demonic obstacles.

If an ordinary cultivator were to see this high monk's words and actions and rashly imitate them, falling into demonic ways would be almost inevitable, because they would not have the same level of cultivation as the monk, and indulging in unrestrained desires would only lead to the deterioration of their cultivation.

"However, Master Kongxuan is somewhat unwilling!"

"Whether he is willing or not doesn't matter, as long as the Great Ci'en Temple is willing, let him come with us. If he doesn't like fighting and killing, he can just sit on the side with Buddhist scriptures and watch. As long as the Great Ci'en Temple provides people."

Feng Bingwen didn't care about the Dao. Since he had decided to make a big fuss about this, the more people involved, the better. Whether they could actually make a move was not important. What mattered was how high the status of the people who joined and how much influence they could generate.

"Shouldn't we take Master Kongxuan's wishes into account?"

"Considering his wishes, we might end up with one less company. Are you sure?"

"Then we'll just have to trouble Master Kongxuan!"

The boy didn't hesitate at all, not even blinking.

"That's right, Brother Canglan. Now, let's move on to the second step!"

Feng Bingwen nodded, looking confident and in control.

"Is there a second step?"

Yi Canglan was somewhat taken aback, his mind still reeling. He was already preparing to take the person on their journey, but this Supreme Daoist Master was telling him that this was just the beginning.

"Yeah, this is just the first step, what's the rush?"

Feng Bingwen glanced at him, calm and composed.

"The preparations are not yet complete."

"What other preparations are needed? The disciples of the Netherworld Path, the Heavenly Sword Path, and the Starry Constellation Path have all agreed and are ready to depart at any time. Also, the two disciples of the Great Compassion Temple and the Pure Land Temple are on their way to join us."

"There are only a few people?"

Feng Bingwen seemed quite disgusted.

"Isn't that enough?"

Yi Canglan could not understand.

"As you said, Brother Feng, as long as these three Daoist disciples and two Buddhist disciples accompany us, their sects will surely send immortals and Buddhas to accompany us as well, and our safety will be guaranteed."

"Of course not. Among the Xuanmen sects, the Twelve Paths are the most powerful, but there are also other sects that have been listed among the Twelve Paths and occupy a place among the major sects."

Of the twelve most prestigious Daoist sects, how many are involved? Even including myself, that's how many people were sent? And the Buddhist sect is even less of a concern. In the nine continents of the human race, how many Buddhist temples are there? What are two mere Buddhist disciples?

With fewer than ten people, how could they possibly have the face to represent humanity and challenge those numerous demons and alien races? Only by sending all twelve Daoist sects' disciples, and by bringing out all their Buddhist disciples from the world-renowned Buddhist temples, could they form a team capable of representing the younger generation of humanity!

Feng Bingwen spoke eloquently. He was a naturally lazy person who disliked using his brain and hated conspiracies and tricks. The plan he came up with this time was to take advantage of the general trend, which was grand, upright and irresistible.

The Golden Crow Clan, revered by countless demons, sent a ridiculously powerful half-demon to challenge the Daoist Master and the Buddha Master. He won all five battles, and although he was nearly killed by Yi Canglan's nine arrows, the blow to the morale of the human race was immeasurable.

The reason for this is that the half-demon named Xi is not something that ordinary cultivators would bother to investigate or inquire about. They wouldn't care whether Xi has surpassed many Golden Crows in the same realm.

All they knew was that the Daoist disciples from their most prestigious Daoist sect and the Buddhist disciples from their Buddhist academies had been defeated by a half-demon who possessed only half the bloodline of the Golden Crow.

Only half of the Golden Crow bloodline!

The cultivators who received the news would only focus on this point, and they would only make the following connections: If a Golden Crow with pure bloodline came to the human race, wouldn't it be invincible among those of the same realm and sweep away the younger generation of the human race—after all, even half-demons are already so strong.

As for whether the half-demon's combat power has exceeded the shackles of his bloodline, that's something they wouldn't care about, nor is it necessary to care.

Therefore, for the human race today, only a resounding victory, only the blood and bones of demons and monsters, can make up for the morale that the human race has lost in the past, by having the younger generation of strong warriors challenge those famous ancient and exotic species among the demons and monsters.

The prodigies of the human race must prove one thing to the cultivators of the human race: although the human race is inherently weak, after cultivation, the most outstanding cultivators among them, no matter what realm they reach, will not be weaker than any other race in the world.

Although the ancient sages of humankind proved this point with mountains of corpses and seas of bones, as time goes by, the past is forgotten, and the pictures and words recorded in books are questioned by later generations. Therefore, some things need to be proven again and again.

"This commotion is way too big!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's suggestion, Yi Canglan, who had emerged from the secret realm established by their ancestors, was astonished.

He considered himself knowledgeable, after all, in the secret realm opened up by his ancestors, there were the corpses of gods and demons—the spoils of war of his ancestors. Being exposed to such things from childhood was enough to cultivate in every descendant of the Yi clan the composure to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before them.

Even so, Yi Canglan was still shocked by Feng Bingwen's idea, which was to involve the entire human race, including the Taoist and Buddhist sects.

However, after he realized what was going on, he couldn't help but admire the other person's idea. Compared to it, his previous thoughts seemed petty.

"The bigger the commotion, the safer we will be. Even if you defeat Xi, so what? When so many Daoist and Buddhist disciples gather together, you will become extremely insignificant."

Feng Bingwen stood with a smile. If things were really as he thought, even if he managed to blend in, let alone Yi Canglan, even a mere disciple of the Supreme Dao would be insignificant.

"Brother Feng, your idea is excellent, but will those Taoist and Buddhist temples agree to it?"

Yi Canglan agreed with Feng Bingwen's idea, but then raised a new concern—what is your cultivation level? What makes you think that those beings of equal status to you will act according to your wishes? Why not just find some excuse to refuse?

"This is the second step you need to take."

"Please teach me, Brother Feng."

"Use overwhelming force to bring those three Daoist disciples and two Buddhist disciples with you. Then, you will personally lead the team to visit them and invite their Daoist and Buddhist disciples."

How can we suppress it with overwhelming force?

Yi Canglan was still puzzled. This was unfamiliar territory for him. He was more skilled at wielding a large bow to shoot down the ferocious birds that circled in the sky and cast large shadows on the ground, and to hunt down the ferocious beasts that were as big as mountains.

"Publicize and create momentum!"

Feng Bingwen uttered a four-word mantra.

"You must spread the word about what you want to do and what you want to achieve, to every corner of the Nine Provinces of the human race, and let every cultivator know about it and talk about it."

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In that case, even Buddhist disciples like Monk Kongxuan who don't want to go must agree, unless they truly have something else to do and can't get away. Otherwise, it's best if they go; they have no choice but to go.

"Oh no, isn't this..."

Yi Canglan racked his brains but couldn't come up with a description. However, he instinctively felt that this was not a good idea because it seemed to go against the will of a considerable number of people. Not all cultivators liked fighting and killing.

"Moral blackmail!"

Feng Bingwen uttered a phrase that Yi Canglan had never heard before, and the young man, who exuded a wild and untamed aura, nodded repeatedly upon hearing it; nothing could describe it more vividly.

"Yes, yes, Brother Feng, this is moral blackmail, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"How is it bad? Whether one cultivates in the Taoist sect or the Buddhist academy, one is still a member of the human race. We are born on this land that was opened up by the sages of the human race. What reason do we have to refuse to fight for the human race?"

"this……"

Yi Canglan frowned, unsure how to refute him for a moment.

Feng Bingwen's words were righteous and stern. What is the general trend? This is the general trend! Even if one could sense that something was wrong, there was simply no way to find a reason to refute it.

However, the biggest problem with moral blackmail is that it cannot blackmail people without morality. Only a hot-blooded and passionate young man like Yi Canglan could be rendered speechless by his questioning.

“Brother Canglan, just go ahead and do it. This is all for the sake of us humans. Besides, you are not a fish, so how can you know their joy? You are not one of those Taoists or Buddhists, so how can you know their feelings? Maybe they are eager to get started and are waiting for you to invite them.”

Feng Bingwen added that he had a vague feeling that if he were to bring this matter to fruition, he might receive some merit.

The fundamental purpose of this trip is to strengthen the human race, boost its confidence and morale, and ensure that every cultivator has sufficient confidence to face demons.

"Alright then, let's do as Brother Feng says. But how should I promote this?"

Unable to refute Feng Bingwen, Yi Canglan had no choice but to do as he said and compromise. However, there were still some things he didn't understand.

"That's simple. Just send enough people to all the nine continents of the human race..."

Feng Bingwen raised his hand, but was interrupted by Yi Canglan, who directly questioned him.

"Brother Feng, how can this matter be simple?"

"For publicity, just change your image, find a lively place, stand there, and say out your plans and ideas. Then word will spread..."

"Given the vastness of the Nine Provinces of the human race, if it were passed down by word of mouth, it would probably take hundreds of years."

Yi Canglan ruthlessly interrupted Feng Bingwen's reverie, revealing a cruel truth—given the vastness of the Nine Provinces of the human race, trying to create momentum through propaganda would incur unimaginable costs.

"Then this matter can be easily resolved. We just need to spread the word in a few more places. It will just require Brother Canglan to put in some extra effort."

The boy's bright smile was gone; Yi Canglan stared intently at Feng Bingwen without uttering a word.

"Haha, Brother Canglan, what are you looking at me for? I know this matter will take a lot of effort, but I believe you must have a rare treasure that allows you to travel freely throughout the Nine Provinces. I don't have such a divine object, so it's up to you, Brother Canglan, to do it."

Feng Bingwen felt a little uneasy under that gaze, chuckled dryly, and then said seriously.

"I can lend this treasure to Brother Feng, and you can carry out this matter personally, how about it?"

"No need. We've only met a few times. How can such a precious treasure be given away so easily? Brother Canglan, please keep it yourself!"

“Alright, I will do it myself. But I have one more thing I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist.”

"Please speak."

"Brother Dao has assigned me such an important task. May I ask what you yourself intend to do for this matter? Do you perhaps plan to stay in this small village and teach introductory courses?"

"Haha, Brother Canglan, you don't know this, but I haven't officially become the Dao Child yet. I plan to form my Yuan Dan in the next period of time. I believe that when that time comes, my master will agree to let me succeed as the Supreme Dao Child. Then I will invite a few senior brothers and sisters to accompany me. Wouldn't that be magnificent?"

"That sounds pretty good!"

Yi Canglan remained expressionless.

"Of course it's good!"

Feng Bingwen seemed oblivious to the change in the young man's expression, smiling broadly without realizing it.

"So, Brother Dao, you plan to devote yourself to cultivation for the next period of time?"

"Of course, my cultivation level is not high enough!"

"I see that your strength is extraordinary, fellow Daoist. The first day I met you, I was itching to fight you. Now that my heart is stirred, I have the idea of ​​fighting you again. There's no time like the present, so let's have a match today. I hope you will be kind enough to teach me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Canglan swung his fist and smashed it hard into Feng Bingwen's handsome face, which was still wearing a smile. A long wind howled, and energy shot out in all directions.

"Damn it!"

With a furious curse, Feng Bingwen's smile vanished. He spread his fingers and grabbed the fist that the boy was throwing at him. The moment they made contact, he felt his bones and muscles vibrate.

boom--

Amidst the violent roar and vibration, Feng Bingwen's body flew backwards into the sky, soaring higher and higher until it quickly became a dot in the sky and then disappeared from sight.

"snort!"

Yi Canglan snorted, making no visible movement, and a streak of energy shot straight into the sky, like a white dragon ascending to heaven, with rolling waves of energy spreading outwards, stirring up gusts of wind.

Rumble—

Thick, dragon-like bolts of lightning flashed deep in the sky, followed by thousands upon thousands of bolts that streaked across the heavens and crashed down upon Yi Canglan.

"That's all there is to it!"

Thick, lead-like blood and qi erupted from the boy's body. He showed no sign of backing down, like a crimson meteor flying in reverse, heading straight for the thunder that crashed down with an aura of destruction.

crackling sound—

The myriad lightning bolts scattered instantly, leaving only a few arcs of electricity flashing in the sky. However, when Yi Canglan rushed to Feng Bingwen, he no longer saw the elegant young schoolteacher with a scholarly air. Instead, he saw a cultivator clad in purple dragon armor, wielding a halberd, and radiating terrifying spiritual pressure.

"Brother Canglan, as a martial artist, you should uphold martial ethics. How could you launch a sneak attack?"

Feng Bingwen laughed loudly, raising his halberd above his head. Hundreds of jet-black lightning bolts coiled around the halberd, and even a single wisp of it distorted the sky. The slightest exudation of its aura was enough to send chills down one's spine.

"Take this!"

In the young man's face, which suddenly turned solemn, the divine weapon, weighing thousands of kilograms, rapidly magnified before his eyes, carrying a destructive aura of lightning.

boom--

A ring of air, almost tangible, spread across the sky in an instant, sweeping across the heavens and clearing the sky of clouds. Yi Canglan, who had taken the hit head-on, fell to the ground at an even faster speed than when he ascended to heaven.

However, Yi Canglan did not let his body crash to the ground. He knew very well what the consequences would be, so he chose to rely on his own body to withstand the full force of Feng Bingwen's attack. Fine bloodstains covered his entire body in a very short time, and thick blood splattered in the sky.

"Hahaha, Brother Canglan, you're going to lose!"

A dazzling five-colored divine light spread across the sky, with dragon generals clad in dragon armor and wielding halberds following closely behind.