"Brother Wei, Tianming is dying!"

As dusk fell, a beautiful woman looked anxiously at a pale-faced, blood-smelling, and heroic young man whose brows were furrowed with worry.

"How far is the Taoist temple of that immortal you know? If it's too far, Tianming won't make it there!"

The woman's voice was filled with fear. She held a small swaddled baby in her arms. Inside the baby was a pale, bloodless infant who seemed to have lost all life. If it weren't for the slight trembling of the baby's nostrils, it would have been almost indistinguishable from a corpse.

"I……"

The young man gritted his teeth. He looked up at the surrounding forest, which was beginning to fall into darkness and becoming increasingly quiet, yet with eerie beastly eyes shining through. He wanted to comfort his wife, but he couldn't utter a few words.

When he was young, he had just started practicing martial arts. In an accident, he wandered into the deep mountains and entered a Taoist temple. In that small but elegant temple, he saw a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was very kind. When he accidentally wandered in, the priest was hosting a banquet for his friends. As someone who had stumbled in by mistake, he was fortunate enough to be seated at the banquet. Then he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The sky was dark then, with no stars or moon. The Taoist priest and his friend laughed and said that they had wine but no fun, which was very lonely. They even turned the wine into the moon. Then, the Taoist priest led his friend to the bright moon, saying that he wanted to hear the song and dance of Chang'e in the moon palace.

He was still young at the time, and stared blankly at the scene. When everything returned to calm, he found that the Taoist temple was empty, and he was all alone. In the end, he left the Taoist temple in a daze and unknowingly returned to the city.

He kept this bizarre experience firmly in his heart, but he rarely mentioned it. Now, at this moment when he was getting married, had a son, and was facing a great calamity, he thought of the immortal who could turn wine into the moon.

Hoping against all odds, he took his wife and their child, who had suffered a terrible calamity and was now on the verge of death, and tried to find the Taoist temple deep in the mountains. However, after searching for a long time, he was unable to enter the temple.

Now when his wife asks, he has no idea how to answer, because when he carefully recalls his childhood experiences, he can't remember how he walked into that Taoist temple deep in the mountains.

"Brother Wei, can't you find him?"

The woman looked at the stammering young man and understood immediately. A gentle smile appeared on her face, and the worry and sorrow on her face began to disappear.

"If we can't find him, then so be it. Maybe this is our child's fate. He shouldn't have been born into a family like ours. If all else fails, let's bury him here. There are mountains and water here, it's quite nice!"

"no!"

Hearing his wife's calm words, which carried a deep sense of despair, Ye Wei refused to give up. He had gone to great lengths and endured countless hardships to bring his son out of danger, but in the end, it was all in vain.

"My name is Ye Wei. Ten years ago, I mistakenly entered the immortal's abode. I should not have disturbed the immortal's cultivation, but my child was born with a keen mind and was murdered by villains. Now his life is in danger. I beg the immortal to have mercy and save my child's life!"

Ye Wei knelt down on the ground, facing the mountains already shrouded in darkness, kowtowing as he channeled his inner energy and shouted loudly.

The immortal he had encountered in his youth was now his only hope and expectation. He couldn't think of any other way to save his son's life; he was, after all, just an ordinary martial artist.

After Ye Wei shouted, the mountains were quiet, but from the distant forests came the howls of wolves and the roars of bears, as if responding to the young man.

"Brother Wei, let's go!"

Seeing the once dashing man kneeling on a pile of decaying leaves, bowing and praying to some unknown immortal in the mountains, the woman could no longer hide her despair, and tears streamed down her face.

She didn't understand why her family had to go through such hardship. Their life before was simple, but it was beautiful and happy, until the moment their son was born.

A mind of exquisite wisdom, born a saint!

The initial surprise, excitement, and relief upon hearing the news were quickly replaced by despair and anger when her son was forcibly abducted.

If she had a choice, she would rather her son be a healthy, ordinary person than a born saint, because they were just ordinary parents and had no ability to protect a future saint.

"Please, immortal, have mercy!"

The young man paid no heed. He was like a drowning man grasping at a straw. Even though his heart was filled with despair, he was still unwilling to let go. He kowtowed in the mountains and forests, hoping for a miracle.

Then, under the cover of night, as the wild beasts, drawn by the scent of blood, came and surrounded the family of three, five-colored light flashed in the sky, then transformed into a shooting star and fell, its powerful momentum seemingly capable of destroying a mountain forest.

However, this meteor was indeed extremely illogical. It suddenly stopped, and when the light faded, it revealed a divine young man dressed in a Taoist robe.

His gaze swept over the kneeling youth and the woman with a sorrowful and melancholy expression, finally settling on the tiny swaddled baby. A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he let out a soft breath.

"We made it! We're still in time!"

Ye Wei, who was kowtowing, raised his head and looked at the boy standing in mid-air with a look of horror. When the boy exhaled, he felt a scorching airflow sweep through the mountains and forests, and the chill that rose after the sunset was dispelled. He felt as if he were in the midst of a hot summer day.

"May I ask who you are, sir?"

Ye Wei's eyes gleamed. Although what the other party had just displayed seemed to be a technique possessed only by high-level martial artists, a martial artist who was extremely powerful might still be able to save his child. As far as he knew, when a martial artist was extremely powerful, their flesh and blood also possessed the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones.

"I have come to save your children!"

Feng Bingwen wore a gentle smile. His divine sense had already examined the physiques of the young couple in front of him. To be honest, they were both of extremely ordinary constitutions, with nothing special about them.

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But this ordinary couple gave birth to a naturally gifted child with a brilliant mind.

Such an extraordinary event can only make one marvel at the truly remarkable bloodline of the human race, which can give birth to the sacred even in the ordinary.

"If you don't mind, could I take a look?"

"Bai Mei!"

Ye Wei, who had finally seen hope, looked at his wife. Although this woman was completely different from the immortal she remembered who could turn wine into the moon, she seemed to have come specifically for them.

"Senior, can you really save my child? His heart has been ripped out!"

Looking at the boy in the Taoist robe in front of her, the woman's expression was tense and uneasy, but her eyes also held a hint of expectation. She stepped forward and picked up the swaddled baby with both hands.

"Give it a try!"

Feng Bingwen didn't make any promises lightly. If it were just an ordinary person, he could definitely save them with his current Taoist magic and supernatural powers, but this was a born saint.

He reached out and took the swaddling clothes, gently supporting it with one hand. He then clearly saw that this infant, who had only been born a short time ago, had had his precious heart taken away. Indeed, a piece of his chest cavity was missing, as if it had been cruelly cut open.

Logically speaking, even a born saint, having had his seven exquisite hearts taken away at such a young age, should not be able to live to this day. Yet this future saint still has a breath left, his vitality unending.

"The reincarnation of some important figure?"

Feng Bingwen's conjecture was not a random guess. When powerful beings are dissatisfied with their own Dao fruit and want to pursue perfection or to break through to a higher realm, reincarnation is often an excellent means, although it carries great risks.

But whether the child is the reincarnation of a powerful being or has truly obtained the spiritual essence of heaven and earth and is qualified to become a saint, Feng Bingwen must settle this karmic debt and save the child.

"That charlatan in blue is really unreliable!"

Although he had already made his decision, it didn't stop Feng Bingwen from secretly gossiping about the woman in blue. It was obvious that the other party's arrangements had gone wrong, resulting in this farce, and now he had to clean up the mess.

If it was deliberately arranged, then it's hilarious. The second-in-command sabotaging his own elder brother like this, isn't that a way for him to take over?

Otherwise, why would a reincarnated god or demon need a heart with seven orifices? If he wanted innate extraordinary phenomena, he could arrange it himself. Having such a heart forcibly implanted in him is simply asking for trouble and creating unnecessary karma.

"I can make him grow another heart, but this heart will not be the same as the one with seven orifices!"

After examining the couple for a moment, Feng Bingwen turned his gaze to the couple in front of him, who were both nervous and expectant.

Are you willing?

"As long as my child's life can be saved, that's enough. If we can't find that Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, then so be it. There's nothing wrong with being ordinary."

The couple, who had gone through a lot of hardship, were overjoyed to hear Feng Bingwen's words.

"That's fine!"

Feng Bingwen nodded, and then without further hesitation, he stretched out his wrist and hovered it above the child's chest. A sword aura swept past, a bloodstain appeared, and then a drop of golden blood, flowing with brilliant light and containing surging life essence, fell.

Snap!

The crystal-clear, radiant blood droplets, imbued with an aura of immortality and faintly accompanied by the roars of tigers and dragons, fell into the child's chest cavity, instantly unleashing a surge of vitality.

Plants and trees flourished, withered trees came back to life, and within a hundred feet of where Feng Bingwen stood, all plants and trees grew wildly. Even under the cover of night, all of this was clearly visible, and the area affected continued to expand.

"this……"

Seeing this scene beyond human imagination, the couple, who were initially a little uneasy, immediately felt relieved. If even such a strong life force couldn't save their child, then they would accept it.

"Truly a born saint, even without the Seven-Pointed Exquisite Heart, he remains extraordinary!"

Looking at the baby in swaddling clothes who had received a drop of his blood and was beginning to accept the life essence contained in that drop of blood, Feng Bingwen nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration.

Even a single drop of his blood contains many mysteries. To put it bluntly, any slightly weaker being that comes into contact with his blood will explode and die, and has no right to fuse with or withstand it.

Now, a small child can actively accept and absorb it, but of course, he can only take in a drop. If he takes in too much, he will explode and die.

This child is indeed a born genius, but no matter how high his potential is, he is still just an infant, in the most vulnerable stage of his life.

For ordinary Yuan Dan cultivators, this is nothing short of a boundless and vigorous life force. In the chest of the naturally born saint who had lost his seven-aperture exquisite heart, flesh and blood began to grow, and a small heart with gold and a faint five-colored luster began to regenerate.

The child, who was originally weak and barely clinging to life, began to have his chest rise and fall rhythmically, and the aura emanating from him rapidly grew stronger at a speed that could be perceived by ordinary people.

"Um!"

Feng Bingwen, who was settling his karmic debts and cleaning up the mess for the big boss, suddenly noticed a somewhat resentful gaze behind him. He turned around with some confusion and immediately saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with an extraordinary demeanor, dressed in hemp clothing.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. May I ask what brings you here?"

He sensed no malice in his spiritual perception, only a resentful feeling like that of a wronged woman. The unprecedentedly powerful Feng Bingwen was extremely confident at this moment, and he was preparing to undergo his tribulation in a while.

"I came here to take on disciples, but I didn't expect you to beat me to it and ruin my plans!"

The Taoist replied with a resentful tone, his gaze fixed on the swaddled baby being held by Feng Bingwen with one hand, his eyes filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

"Well!"

Feng Bingwen was taken aback, but then he realized that his arrival must have been an accident. Even if he hadn't appeared, the saint whose heart had been taken away would not have died. This was fate.

Some things can be taken away by force, but some things cannot be forced.

"May I ask which school you studied under?"

"I am merely a hermit in the mountains, I have no master or teacher!"

The Taoist priest, who was talking to Feng Bingwen while the martial arts couple beside him remained completely unaware, chuckled to himself.

"I was a step behind you, fellow Daoist; it is simply a matter of fate. Farewell!"

"Wait a minute!"

Feng Bingwen called to the Taoist priest,

"Although I came here to take on a disciple, he is not the one I have my eye on. Since you have come for this young man, then please accept him as your disciple."

"You're going to give this child to me?"

The Taoist priest, who looked poor and shabby, was somewhat surprised and looked at Feng Bingwen with an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist is destined to meet this child. How could I possibly steal him away? I merely happened to be there."

"No, that's not what I meant. If you give him to me, aren't you afraid that one day he'll want his heart back?"