"Who says immortals are high above and don't eat the food of mortals? Even celestial beings still have their pride!"

Outside the Nine Peaks Immortal Sect, Feng Bingwen sat upright on the Cloud Dragon Chariot, looking at the mountains and rivers rushing past below. He was in high spirits and couldn't help but sigh.

Although he had expected it, things progressed even more smoothly than he had imagined. The immortals of Jiuwei Mountain asked him to consider the face of their sect and the self-esteem of their young disciples, and they agreed to their request.

There are many factors at play here. For example, the thirty-six caves left by their founding ancestor have indeed recognized a master. Another factor is Feng Bingwen's identity. And then there's the great benefit they received from the Divine Path not long ago.

A combination of factors led the immortals of Jiuwei Mountain to make this seemingly unbelievable decision, which in some respects could even be described as betraying their master and ancestors.

"A bunch of unfilial descendants!"

In Feng Bingwen's mind, a somewhat angry and aged voice rang out. The development of events was somewhat beyond his expectations. Such a large thirty-six floating immortal islands were brought out by this kid. How could he have imagined it?

No matter what, it was left behind by their ancestor. Yet a mere disciple of the Supreme Dao went there, made a request, and they agreed. They even cooperated by using illusions to deceive their true disciples, emptying out the immortal island and stuffing the treasures into that kid's blessed land.

"How can you speak ill of Senior Jiuweishan like this? This is a gift they gave me!"

Having gained a great advantage, Feng Bingwen naturally spoke up for the group of immortals. However, as he spoke, a part of his mind inevitably drifted into his barren blessed land.

Thirty-six islands of similar size floated above a vast expanse of land spanning thousands of miles, casting large shadows on the ground. This attracted many humans living in the central area to stop and watch, their eyes filled with longing.

The sudden appearance of so many islands in the sky, floating among the clouds without any sign of falling, was clearly beyond their comprehension. However, having come into contact with immortals, they could naturally attribute all the incomprehensible things to the supernatural powers of the immortals.

Under such circumstances, mortals inevitably harbor beautiful fantasies about those floating fairy islands in the sky, fantasizing that they can satisfy their needs—absolute safety from wild beast attacks, a mild climate like spring all year round, and fertile fields where they can easily pick fruit to fill their stomachs.

Ordinary people's beautiful fantasies are often limited to their own cognition, and such humble and cautious beautiful imaginations, when passed on by word of mouth, quickly evolve into all sorts of legends and stories!

These humans from the other side, born in a desolate land, barely surviving, and by sheer luck, felt a longing to fly for the first time when faced with things they had never seen before on this barren land!

Their motivation for wanting to fly was simple: to ascend to the fairy island and live a wonderful and peaceful life, just like the one depicted in the story!

Feng Bingwen was naturally unaware that the opportunity he had gained, which existed but had not yet exerted any influence on the outside world, had already aroused great ambitions among a group of humans.

Because Feng Bingwen rarely paid attention to these humans, he did not take good care of these humans from the other side of the world. Instead, he arranged a harsh living environment for them that was almost like a wilderness, just to ensure that their bloodline could continue.

This is naturally extremely cruel for those alien humans who, in order to survive, have to fight wild beasts in a wild environment to obtain resources.

But Feng Bingwen remained indifferent. He could bestow cultivation methods upon these humans and guide them when they needed guidance, but he would never act like a nanny, unable to tolerate them suffering any harm.

"It's so desolate!"

Feng Bingwen, whose will was immersed in the blessed land, naturally focused his attention on the Thirty-Six Caves, unlike the many unique immortal landscapes he had seen at the gate of Jiuwei Mountain.

At this time, the Thirty-Six Empty Caves were thirty-six bare, suspended cliffs. There wasn't even a blade of grass in them, let alone a number of them. They looked exceptionally desolate, and their only redeeming quality was their sheer size.

Although the immortals of Jiuwei Mountain were exceptionally easy to talk to and agreed to let him take away the thirty-six caves, they didn't give him even a single patch of grass, leaving everything behind.

Just as they had agreed, he took the inside, while Jiuwei Mountain left behind the empty shell. That was a resource that Jiuwei Mountain had specially concentrated to cultivate true disciples, and it couldn't be given to him anymore.

Feng Bingwen, who had taken everything with him, naturally had no objections. So what if he was stripped of a layer? No problem, he had plenty of time to slowly rebuild and rearrange.

"What a pity!"

Looking at the somewhat barren Thirty-Six Caves and the still relatively empty land below, Feng Bingwen felt a slight headache. He looked at the rapidly receding brocade land beneath him and immediately suppressed any thoughts he shouldn't have.

In chaotic and disorderly times, there was a group of powerful immortals who, after establishing blessed lands, would use their great supernatural powers to sever the earth's veins, seal the dragon veins, and stuff famous mountains and rivers into their own blessed lands in order to enrich the foundation of their blessed lands.

However, this good fortune naturally came to an end after the rise of the human race, their occupation of the Nine Provinces, and the establishment of order by many human sages.

Anyone who dares to do something that harms their descendants and benefits themselves is an enemy of the human race. No matter who they are, what their status is, or what outstanding position or contribution they have made, the sages of the human race can kill them.

However, such rules are not without loopholes. For example, if such a thing happens outside the Nine Continents of the human race, the sages of the human race have no say in it.

Of course, if you do something that will cause you to have no descendants, you should be prepared to be hunted down. If you really move things randomly, you could get yourself killed.

"I wonder what the blessed lands created by the demonic path look like?"

Nothing in the house can be touched. Crossing this red line will attract the attention of human sages. Although most of those sages who ushered in a new era for humanity have perished, some have already entered reincarnation.

However, some still survive in the world. Not to mention, Feng Bingwen knows that the famous Martial Ancestor has been lying in a coffin in a very special state. He is the top existence of the human race that can deter the Martial Ancestor.

Many cultivators and even alien races know that this Martial Ancestor, who pioneered a completely new cultivation system for the human race, is no longer at his peak. He has even had to go into slumber to maintain his will.

However, even so, as long as the Martial Ancestor is still alive, as long as his chest still rises and falls, those powerful alien races who were once driven out of their ancient habitats by the human race and who still secretly grit their teeth and wish to take back everything they once possessed can only grit their teeth.

Feng Bingwen has always held such sages and great men in high esteem and longed for them. Sometimes he can't help but fantasize about one day reaching the level of the Martial Ancestor and looking down on all races. How unrestrained and joyful that would be!

"There should be some benefit, at least in some way!"

Feng Bingwen muttered to himself, "Famous mountains and great rivers beyond the Nine Provinces are at my disposal as long as I have the ability. As long as I can run back, not only will I be safe, but my ancestors will also protect me."

...

"Chen Bei! This is your new place!"

The middle-aged steward, dressed in blood red, led Feng Bingwen's avatar to a rather elegant two-courtyard house.

"May I ask, Steward, am I the only one living in this courtyard? Are there no other fellow disciples?"

Feng Bingwen asked curiously.

"Hehe, now that you've been promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, your treatment will naturally be different from before. This courtyard will be your residence alone!"

The steward of the Corpse King's Palace had a thin face that looked somewhat kind, but in an instant his expression turned serious and his face became stern.

"However, although the benefits for inner disciples have improved a lot, there are also many rules to follow. I must remind you that private fights between inner disciples are strictly prohibited. If someone dies without cause, even without evidence, the sect will investigate thoroughly. This is different from what you did in the outer sect!"

"I am aware of these rules, thank you for reminding me!"

Feng Bingwen smiled. He knew that he had killed quite a few people on the mountain where the outer disciples lived in order to collect merit points a few days ago. As a result, after his advancement, the bad reputation he had gained from the outer disciples followed him.

"Good to know, but you'd better not bring those bad habits you've developed into the inner sect!"

The middle-aged manager glanced at the pale-faced, thin young man in front of him. He had heard a little about what this newly promoted inner disciple had done.

fantuantanshu.

The Corpse King Palace had only recruited fewer than three hundred new outer disciples this time, but after just ten days, only half of them remained, just over one hundred.

Such a rate of attrition has occurred before in history, but it is extremely rare. At least, this is the first time he has seen it in all his years as a steward.

Although there is no concrete evidence, the people in the Enforcement Hall suspect that half of the outer disciples who were eliminated in this batch were killed by this seemingly unremarkable young man using all sorts of outrageous excuses.

This is a madman with an extreme love for killing, who is eccentric, cold-hearted, and a true seed of demonic cultivation.

It was precisely because of this investigation that Shen Bei, who was fond of killing his fellow disciples at the drop of a hat, was granted an exceptional promotion. He was allowed to enter the inner sect ahead of schedule without having to undergo an entrance examination ceremony with other disciples who had entered at the same time.

"Don't worry, sir. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a law-abiding citizen and would never do anything against the rules of the sect!"

Feng Bingwen responded with a smile, "Before you have enough strength to tear down the rules and trample on the order, you should obediently follow them and not jump too far."

"hehe!"

The manager just smiled and didn't bother to talk to this seemingly dishonest inner disciple.

Judging from this kid's behavior, even from a few words, he could tell that this kid was a born devil. As long as he didn't die young, he would definitely become one of the giants in the sect in the future.

"I won't say anything more to you, so as not to waste your time. You know what I mean!"

The steward in charge of inner sect resource allocation didn't bother with any nonsense. He was giving so many instructions because it was his duty, not because he liked wasting time here.

"Please take care, sir!"

Feng Bingwen politely saw the steward off, then sat down in his private courtyard and fell into deep thought.

What he was thinking about was how to kill more fellow disciples without crossing the line with the higher-ups.

As for the sect rule that forbids members from killing each other, he treated it as a joke, not even worth his fart, it was nothing.

This is the Demonic Sect, where the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is even more pronounced. The strong can rightfully devour the weak as resources, while the weak receive no sympathy, only merciless ridicule and mockery.

The reason why fellow disciples are forbidden from killing each other, Feng Bingwen believes, is simply because these higher-ups in the demonic path treat their disciples as a resource. Nobody likes their resources being consumed internally, gradually decreasing, or even being destroyed.

However, as long as he can demonstrate sufficient value, exceeding the combined value of all the disciples he has killed, then even if he occasionally violates the sect rules, nothing will happen.

Feng Bingwen had long understood this. These demonic sects that were expelled from the Nine Provinces had problems in many ways, but in certain matters, they were extremely decisive and efficient.

"I wonder if there are any secret realms to explore?"

Feng Bingwen walked back and forth in the courtyard, looking through the many resources he could control and mobilize. Then his eyes lit up as he discovered Huadian.

"A sect mission?! We can go out!"

Upon seeing this, Feng Bingwen could no longer contain himself. He couldn't forget the place of origin of the identity he was now playing.

Without going into too much detail, a sweep back would surely bring in a large amount of merit. Although each individual merit might not be too high, the total amount would be considerable once the quantity increased. Moreover, he didn't believe that there would be less merit in the territory ruled by the Demon Sect, in human settlements like the City of Corpses.

Of course, if one goes too far in carrying out such a massacre, it will attract the attention of important figures, so one cannot go too far. But that is only a small part. The real challenge lies in competing with other disciples of the Demonic Sect.

"The chance for a massacre has arrived!"

Arriving at the Black Hall of the sect to accept missions, Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up as he looked at the dazzling array of missions on the walls, some of which were even marked as high-risk missions that might conflict with other fellow cultivators. It was as if he could see hundreds of millions of merit points beckoning to him.

Immortal cultivators and demonic cultivators who commit massacres in demonic territory receive completely different treatment. The former will be hunted down, while the latter will be hailed as rising stars of the demonic path and future giants.