"Feng Daozi, how is it?"

When Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, what he saw was a vast and boundless divine light that filled the universe, as well as one concerned and expectant face after another.

"They've already infiltrated!"

Feng Bingwen spoke calmly, saying that before him were the gods of Donghua Continent. On that day, he used the power of the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel to send that avatar from outside the Nine Continents. The fluctuations that shattered the void were detected, and his plan was naturally known to these gods.

For these gods whose powers are confined to specific regions and who lack the means to retaliate across continents, Feng Bingwen's actions were naturally in line with their intentions, and after a little understanding, they cooperated very well.

However, even if they wanted to do something to help Feng Bingwen, the assistance they could provide would be extremely limited, as this was not their area of ​​expertise.

"Have you ever heard of the Corpse King's Palace?"

Feng Bingwen inquired, wanting to learn more and gather more useful information for his clone's activities.

After all, his avatar had only been active in a small demonic vassal force for a few days, yet it had already amassed tens of thousands of merit points for him. If it were to infiltrate the demonic sect's mountain gate and find an opportunity to wreak havoc, wouldn't he be able to take off from the spot?

Given the predicament of the demonic path, the method of nurturing monsters, which they chose, is not difficult to find a suitable opportunity; all they need to do is wait patiently.

"The Corpse King's Palace?"

Whether it was the several True Lord-level deities guarding Feng Bingwen's side, or the Nine Peaks Mountain Earth Immortals who rushed over after receiving the news, upon hearing the inquiry, subtle expressions appeared on their faces, revealing a hint of embarrassment.

Needless to say, the divine path is difficult for them to venture into areas outside their own faith due to its nature, let alone these demonic sects that have been expelled from the Nine Provinces. As for Mount Jiuwei, although it is a celestial sect, there are very few immortals who can travel across half the world.

Therefore, just by looking at the expression of the god and immortal in front of him, Feng Bingwen knew that he had asked the wrong person. If he wanted to understand the situation, he would probably have to go to human forces such as Blood Qin, Netherworld Path, and Heavenly Sword Path.

"Enough, my esteemed lords, has the disaster here ended?"

Feng Bingwen skipped over the question that embarrassed the immortals and gods of Donghua Continent and went to inquire about another important matter that concerned him!

Although Feng Bingwen had already received the answer from the feedback of the Heavenly Book.

To avert disasters and resolve calamities, and to perform good deeds, one hundred and seventy-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-four ( ).

This is yet another record that breaks the record for the highest amount of merit Feng Bingwen has ever earned in a single instance.

Feng Bingwen already understood the reason: because of his arrival, this mortal kingdom was saved ahead of schedule, and some mortals who should have died as a result were given a chance to live.

Although even without Feng Bingwen's intervention, these demonic cultivators who were slaughtering and collecting essence and blood here would have been exposed, countless mortals would still lose their lives every night and every day because of this.

However, unlike slaying the mutilated drought demon, this enormous act of good deed means that Feng Bingwen has established karmic ties with a large number of mortals. It will probably take a lot of effort to handle this properly afterward, but it is worth it.

Feng Bingwen felt that he should be relatively free in the near future and have enough energy to handle this matter well.

"A few escaped, but all the crippled drought demons they brought with them have been eliminated!"

A solemn and dignified True Lord replied,

"As for the drought here, thirty-seven water deities have been assigned to bring rain, and the drought will be alleviated soon. The surviving people here will also be able to resume production!"

"good!"

After breaking through the shield of the Deceitful Heaven Formation, the efficiency of the divine path in Donghua Continent was undoubtedly commendable. At least Feng Bingwen couldn't help but praise it in his heart. Every mortal who survived could add to his enormous merit.

"We are truly grateful to Daozi for this. If it weren't for Daozi discovering the secrets of this place, we don't know how long we would have been kept in the dark!"

A divine lord once again thanked Feng Bingwen.

"I happened to be passing through this place and saw how the people here were suffering. How could I turn a blind eye? Of course, I had to find out the root of the problem!"

These divine beings naturally praised Feng Bingwen's attitude. After all, most cultivators would sever ties with the secular world and try their best not to get involved in karma, so as not to affect their cultivation.

Feng Bingwen's choice and actions earned him the favor of these deities. After a conversation, they invited him to a banquet to express their gratitude. Although Feng Bingwen wanted to decline, he was unable to refuse, so he stayed for a few days before continuing his journey.

He hadn't forgotten why he had come out this time. Although there were some mishaps along the way, and he even had an extra avatar, he had no intention of changing his itinerary. He still needed to train those two disciples with poor aptitude.

"Is Daozi going to visit my Jiuwei Mountain?"

When Peak Master Mingyu, who had just escaped from the banquet held by the Divine Path, heard Feng Bingwen explain his original intentions, he was overjoyed.

"Of course, this was my original plan!"

"Since Daozi has come to visit, the entire Jiuwei Mountain should naturally prepare a warm welcome!"

Even the most composed and prudent immortal couldn't help but smile upon learning this.

This time, he led his team down the mountain to slay demonic monsters. Although he suffered some losses, the divine path was not stingy enough to offer such generous compensation.

First, there are those disciples who unfortunately perished in battle against demons. The Divine Lord will personally summon their souls and condense their true spirits. They may even be granted a divine position and enjoy incense offerings, thus achieving an alternative form of immortality.

In addition to making arrangements for the disciples who died in battle, the Divine Path also plans to transfer some famous mountains and rivers around Jiuwei Mountain that are rich in spiritual energy and have hidden dragon veins to Jiuwei Mountain for them to take charge of.

This was the divine way's reward to the cultivators who supported them, and the one who received the most was none other than Feng Bingwen, because he was the first cultivator to discover or spread the message, and with the added blessing of his status, the gratitude he received was exceptionally generous!

My Healing Game

At least that's how it is in the eyes of those cultivators from Mount Jiuwei. Feng Bingwen naturally doesn't need ordinary sources of cultivation or even cultivation techniques.

As for those famous mountains that are enough to establish a school of thought, Feng Bingwen doesn't need them either—it's taboo to stuff famous mountains and rivers into blessed lands, and such behavior would be punished by the sages of the past.

Therefore, what the divine way could give in gratitude to Feng Bingwen was one piece after another of precious immortal materials and divine gold, which were rare treasures enough to refine immortal artifacts.

Even Feng Bingwen, nowadays, could not refuse this gift of thanks, so he readily accepted it.

"There's no need for such a big fuss. Peak Master, just treat me as an ordinary Dongxuan cultivator visiting Jiuwei Mountain. Don't disturb the cultivation of your fellow cultivators!"

Hearing the warm tone of the earth immortal in front of him, Feng Bingwen was startled.

His visit to Jiuwei Mountain was to see the quality of its younger generation of disciples. If they were good, he planned to send his eldest disciple, who was starting to get cocky, there to train her for a few years and temper her mentality.

"I understand what Daozi means!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the old immortal smiled gently. He just wanted to keep a low profile, no problem, he could understand.

"That's good!"

Feng Bingwen was multitasking. On one hand, he followed the old earth immortal's group to visit Jiuwei Mountain, while on the other hand, he manipulated his avatar to infiltrate the Corpse King's Palace and try to find out the exact location of this demonic sect.

Once the location is clear, whether he informs his own sect or passes the message to the human sects that are still hunting down the demonic path, it will be a good thing for him.

If the Corpse King Palace is destroyed as a result, even if he doesn't do it personally, as the guide, he can still receive a certain amount of merit as a reward according to the proportion.

Given the sheer number of demonic cultivators, this act of good deed would undoubtedly be considerable, elevating the good deeds he has accumulated to new heights.

...

"As expected, these sect rules are still a way to raise treacherous monsters!"

In a stone house that was chillingly cold, with wisps of eerie energy emanating from the ground, resembling more of a tomb than a dwelling, a gaunt, pale-faced young man tossed down the booklet in his hand, a cold smile on his face.

Although it is a demonic path, since it has established a sect, it still has the most basic rules within its sect.

For example, disciples with higher levels of strength are not allowed to attack disciples with lower levels of strength at will. If someone dies, the sect will punish the person who did so, and the punishment is quite terrifying.

However, this only prevents those disciples with high cultivation levels from openly bullying the weak. As for those who do it secretly, as long as they are not discovered by the sect's enforcers, they can do whatever they want.

In this demonic sect, the number of disciples who go missing every year is not small, and no one cares about them. After all, those who are killed are the weak, and no one will stand up for the weak. How could such a thing exist in a demonic sect?

"Sinking North!"

As Feng Bingwen was pondering what reasonable means to kill a few demon cubs for a treat, a familiar voice came from outside the house, and then an ugly young man dressed in black walked in with a grin.

Did I let you in?

Seeing the young man's overly familiar manner, Feng Bingwen's face instantly darkened. At almost the same moment, the eight blood corpses standing in the corner of the house pounced on him like wolves.

"Chen Bei, what are you doing?"

Upon seeing the eight approaching blood corpses, the young man who had come looking for Shen Bei's expression changed drastically, filled with shock and anger.

Not long ago, they had a pleasant conversation on the Bone King's flying boat. He felt that he got along well with this young master of the Shen family and even planned to befriend him. He had heard that this young master of the Shen family had been accepted as a disciple by an elder of the sect and would probably be promoted soon.

However, he never expected that the acquaintance who had been chatting and laughing with him not long ago would now turn on him so suddenly, and that murderous intent clearly meant he wanted to kill him.

Feng Bingwen watched coldly as the young man, who commanded several ghosts and whose aura surged with some kind of secret technique, struggled to resist the siege of eight blood corpses.

Although the young master of the Shen family was no match for him, among the new blood of the Corpse King Palace, this young master Shen's strength was still considered among the best.

Therefore, in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, this young master of the Shen family was torn to pieces by the blood corpse, turning into fragments scattered all over the ground, a bloody and cruel scene.

Feng Bingwen watched all this without moving, while his true self looked at the three thousand new merits added to the Heavenly Book with a smile.

As for the cost? There was basically none. Feng Bingwen had already memorized the rules of the Corpse King Palace. Although these rules were basically useless for disciples with a certain seniority, they still provided some constraints for a newly initiated disciple like him.

If someone enters another person's house or cave without being invited, the owner has the right to kill them without question and without bearing any responsibility.

"Anyone who dares to barge in without my permission again will suffer this fate!"

With an aura of cold indifference that kept strangers at bay, Feng Bingwen stepped out of the gloomy stone house, looked at the disciples in the same courtyard who had been drawn by the screams, and spoke indifferently before turning back into the house without looking back.

Upon hearing this, the other six disciples who were assigned to the same courtyard as Feng Bingwen exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim. Although they were not exactly kind either, this person was simply too fierce.

However, these young disciples of the demonic path clearly underestimated Feng Bingwen's ferocity.

After entering the mountain, Feng Bingwen quickly realized the special nature of his disguised identity. He actually had a powerful backer, as an elder had already reserved him for a position.

Knowing this, Feng Bingwen no longer cared whether the elder who had accepted him in advance had ulterior motives, since what he wanted to scheme against was long gone.

After learning that he had powerful backers, he became increasingly reckless in his actions.

"ah!"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, he was tackled to the ground by a blood-red figure. The disciple, who was tearing flesh, screamed in agony. Then, he looked at Shen Bei, who was standing outside the house, seemingly practicing a fist technique, with a face full of grief and indignation!

"Shen Bei, I have never offended you!"

"You're disturbing my practice!"

Feng Bingwen responded indifferently, and then another blood-soaked corpse pounced on him.

"The Enforcement Hall will not let you get away with this brutal killing of your disciples!"

Completely powerless to resist, the disciple could only watch helplessly as his flesh was torn apart piece by piece by several monsters, his eyes filled with despair.

"Stop right there! Who gave you permission to leave?!"

Feng Bingwen, who was practicing his boxing, stopped at some point and watched as a disciple tiptoed out of his room.

"Shen Bei, I hope I didn't disturb you!"

The disciple who was stopped by Feng Bingwen turned pale.

"You stepped out with your left foot first, which makes me very uncomfortable!"