"I have never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

Hearing Feng Bingwen's shameless words, even the ancient gods couldn't help but sigh.

"Second Brother, you're too kind. Compared to some of my seniors, I'm still pretty thin-skinned."

As if he had heard some praise, Feng Bingwen raised his hand to touch his face somewhat shyly, and then said modestly.

"..."

The young man in blue looked Feng Bingwen up and down, seemingly wanting to get to know the protector he had personally found through divination years ago.

"Second brother, what do you think of my suggestion?"

"roll!"

The young man in blue was thoroughly annoyed by Feng Bingwen's shameless face. With a wave of his hand, his sleeves fluttered, obscuring everything in Feng Bingwen's view and turning him into a blue blur.

"Second Brother, what about the seven True Waters you promised me?"

Feng Bingwen had a premonition that he would be expelled, but before he was kicked out, he still shouted to the divine being. The next moment, his vision blurred, and he returned to the secret realm that he had dug down to who knows how many feet deep. When he looked up at the sky, the sky seemed infinitely high and distant, as if it were untouchable.

"Can't we discuss things together? Why do you always kick people out? Just because you have a high cultivation level doesn't mean you can be so great. Once I reach that level, I'll be able to summon you around too."

Feng Bingwen, who was once again expelled, muttered under his breath in dissatisfaction. He then reached out and pressed forward, but it was still like an impenetrable wall, and he could not make any progress. He was still unable to escape this secret realm.

"What are you talking about, kid?"

Above Feng Bingwen's head, the Immortal Cauldron of the Void shone brightly. He heard Feng Bingwen's mutterings, and coupled with the unusual fluctuations he had just sensed, he understood.

I'm cursing you, you useless piece of junk!

Feng Bingwen replied without any politeness.

"What?"

The Imperial Void Cauldron was naturally furious.

"What? You still have a problem with this? When you first came with me, didn't you brag to me about how vast the world was and that you could go anywhere as long as no one blocked your way? But look how many times you've been stopped. Now I can't even leave this secret realm. Aren't you ashamed?"

Feng Bingwen's tone was full of disdain and dissatisfaction.

"Including this time, it's only twice!"

The Imperial Cauldron also spoke with conviction, showing no remorse for being too useless.

"Only twice?"

Feng Bingwen raised his voice.

"How long have you been following me?"

"How can you blame me? It's all because you're such a troublemaker. Last time, even a Golden Immortal Daoist blocked my way. What could I do? I was being generous by sparing your life!"

The Imperial Void Cauldron was also very dissatisfied. Last time, it suffered a great loss of vitality. If his master hadn't come out of the Supreme Dao, he didn't know how many years it would have taken to recover from that blow.

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"And this time, you couldn't even let me freely enter and exit a mere secret realm. I had to beg someone for help and was ridiculed and mocked!"

"Pah! You're blaming me for this? It's all because you're greedy and insatiable, you even dug up this dirt!"

"What do you know? This secret realm's soil has been tempered by spiritual fire for tens of thousands of years; it's a rare spiritual soil!"

"You brought this upon yourself by being trapped in this secret realm. If I were the master of this secret realm, I would not have let you, this shameless thief, escape."

"What petty thief? I was given permission to come in!"

"I doubt even the master of that secret realm expected you to be able to scrape up dozens of feet of soil like that!"

"Stop talking nonsense. This has nothing to do with you. No matter how much you say, you can't hide the fact that you're just a piece of junk. A mere secret realm has trapped you. Don't try to brag in front of me again!"

"Boy, stop your nonsense. Anyone with eyes can see that the restrictions in this secret realm are based on innate Daoist script. If you hadn't broken a taboo, you would have left long ago!"

"Pah, it's useless, it's useless. If you could take me away, why would I bother to spit out what I've already eaten!"

Feng Bingwen continued rambling on, then opened his mouth and spat out thousands upon thousands of sparks of spiritual light, which were none other than the spiritual flames he had previously collected.

However, the increasingly barren secret realm was once again filled with spiritual fire. Although the sparks were weak, they were not as unsightly as before.

"Your eating manners are truly disgusting. You've already vomited it all out, yet you still want to squeeze out another layer!"

"Since it's all in your stomach, it needs to be digested a bit!"

Feng Bingwen didn't care about the strange talk at all. Anyway, once the matter was over, as long as he didn't say anything and sealed the mouth of this magical artifact, no one would know.

As for that innate deity, he is trapped in that cave used to avoid calamity and cannot get out. When he is able to leave, he will surely have abandoned his divine and demonic origins and reincarnated. At that time, as a protector, even if he is a reincarnated deity, he will still be at the mercy of the protector.

Thinking to himself, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. He then stretched out his palm and pressed forward again. This time, his palm passed through without any obstruction.

"You can go out now!"

Before leaving, Feng Bingwen looked at this secret realm, which had sunk nearly a hundred feet and was scattered with various spiritual lights and fire seeds. He was reluctant to leave, but he did not linger for long and left directly to return to the world.

Just as he left the secret realm, a faint, obscure divine light flashed, and when Feng Bingwen turned around and took another step forward, he could no longer find the way.

"Can't get in?!"

Seeing this result, Feng Bingwen seemed somewhat unwilling. He wandered around the area, trying to find a way to freely enter and exit, until the Imperial Void Cauldron could no longer hold back.

"Boy, don't waste your time. A powerful being who can set up a barrier with innate Dao script wouldn't be able to get in even if you tore the sky apart!"

"I'm looking for my true water!"

"What real water?"

You don't understand!

"You little rascal, are you having a fit of hysteria?"

"Shut up!"

Hearing the incessant chatter in his ears, Feng Bingwen immediately cursed, then used his magic to completely block out the information transmitted by the immortal artifact, finally getting some peace and quiet. He then continued his murmuring.

"Second Brother is breaking his promise! He said he would let me wander into the True Water Treasury if I returned the True Fire, and he would also give me the Seven True Waters. Why is he going back on his word now?"

"What a shameless scoundrel!"

Inside the Calabash Cave, the originally languid young man in blue robes couldn't help but sit up and curse. But then he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and a strange phenomenon of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams appeared in his eyes.

However, his anger subsided quickly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You got off easy, kid! But if you want my true water, here you go!"

Just as the divine being was about to act, Feng Bingwen, who was still wandering around that area, suddenly felt a tremor in his spiritual sense and abruptly looked up.

boom!

Without relying on magic or even making any deliberate effort, the immortal, whose steps were supported by the condensed energy of heaven and earth forming clouds, was immediately struck as if by an extremely terrifying heavy object. He was transformed into an unrecognizable afterimage and crashed down into the desolate mountains and forests below. Amidst the billowing dust, trees were broken and vegetation was in ruins.

In the next instant, amidst the billowing dust, a five-colored light shot into the sky, transforming into a handsome Taoist with disheveled hair. The Taoist looked around in exasperation, then reached out and touched his brow.

"Who are you, you cowardly rat? How dare you launch a sneak attack on me!"

Feng Bingwen cursed and swore. His brow was slightly dented from the blow; he hadn't even had time to react before being hit. But that was all; the small wound had already healed when he touched it. His disheveled hair was tied up with an ordinary wooden hairpin.

"Huh?!"

With his powerful divine sense sweeping across the heavens and earth, Feng Bingwen looked at the spot where he had just fallen. Then, with a gentle gesture, a small, dark, icy water droplet, no bigger than an infant's fist, rose from the ravaged forest below.

"Mysterious Origin Heavy Water!"

Looking at this tiny drop of true water, which was as heavy as a mountain, Feng Bingwen's slight anger vanished instantly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Being hit by a drop of Xuan Yuan Heavy Water is like being hit by a gold nugget. Even if you are injured, so what? You would rather be hit a few more times.

"This portion is far too small! It's so stingy! Second brother, it's not enough, give me a few hundred more drops!"

There were no unusual phenomena in the sky. Feng Bingwen reached out and took the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water that he had absorbed. He played with it in his hand, just as he was about to swallow and refine it.

boom!

Having just taken to the sky and not yet regained his footing, Feng Bingwen crashed back into the forest, leaving another unsightly "scar" in the lush green landscape.

"What kind of skill is a sneak attack? If you've got the guts, smash it fair and square!"

The rising dust was suppressed by the powerful Xuan light, and then a slightly disheveled immortal was revealed, with two more Xuan Yuan Heavy Water in his hand.

"If you're so capable, then use your Xuan Yuan Heavy Water to crush me to death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a massive amount of Xuan Yuan Heavy Water, the size of an ordinary human head, appeared without warning and slammed into Feng Bingwen's head with a loud crash.

Even though Feng Bingwen's physique was superior to that of a martial arts immortal, he was still dizzy and unsteady on his feet after this "sneak attack".

"How dare you!"

In less than a breath, Feng Bingwen's injuries were fully healed, and his consciousness returned to clarity in an instant. He calmly landed on the ground, and even continued to collect the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water that had sunk deep into the earth, before continuing his provocation.

He wasn't stupid; he reacted the moment he was hit. If even he couldn't react, it was clearly a "sneak attack" from a higher level being, which was why he couldn't dodge it.

But considering that the person was using Xuan Yuan Heavy Water to attack him, he decided to endure it for the time being. It was just a matter of suffering some physical pain, and he could get real water for free. If an ordinary cultivator encountered this, well, they would definitely die and their cultivation would be destroyed.

This opportunity is something that only beings with physical strength comparable to gods and demons can enjoy. After all, if one is caught off guard and all means of divination, fortune telling, or even acting on impulse fail, being hit on the head by a Xuan Yuan Heavy Water would cause even an immortal to collapse on the spot.

But Feng Bingwen felt he could handle this opportunity, so after being hit three times in a row, he was not angry at all, but extremely happy and wanted to get more. However, this time, no matter how he provoked him, there was nothing unusual, let alone the real water.

"Has that person used up all their collection? This amount is far too small!"

Feng Bingwen stood there for a long time, and after confirming that no real water had fallen, he set up a beam of light and prepared to leave. However, he had only flown a hundred miles when he let out a cry of pain. The beam of light then traced a beautiful parabola and crashed into a messy grassy area once again.

"It hurts so much!"

As he cried out in pain, Feng Bingwen found the object that had just hit him. Unsurprisingly, it was a piece of Xuan Yuan Heavy Water, about the size of an adult's fist.

After all, among the seven great true waters, only this one is simple and unadorned. Apart from its negligible icy coldness, even a tiny drop of it has a terrifying weight equivalent to a mountain.

The other types of true water, if they fell on Feng Bingwen, would be no different from bathing, and would probably not be able to harm his body in the slightest. Only the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water was like that.

"I think I have enough Xuan Yuan Heavy Water, Second Brother, please don't throw any more away. I'm satisfied!"

After collecting the heavy water, Feng Bingwen seemed to be terrified of being hit. He stood in the air, bowed to the four directions, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he flew another hundred miles away. Then he was hit into the lake again, creating a huge wave!

"Second brother, don't throw them away! Keep some for yourself to enjoy!"

Feng Bingwen held a dark water droplet and flew up from the water. Wherever he passed, ice crystals appeared on the surface of the water. His appearance was no longer the handsome and dashing one he once was. A large bump had swelled up on his forehead, making him look miserable and disheveled.

"Hahaha!"

Inside the cave, the young man in blue robes, who had seen Feng Bingwen's appearance through his supernatural powers, was overjoyed and laughed heartily, attracting several gazes from all directions within the cave.

Why is Second Brother laughing?

A goddess ascended to the summit of a celestial mountain and looked at the young man in blue with some curiosity.

"Look at this scoundrel!"

The young man in blue also knew the principle that sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. With a wave of his hand, a burst of inspiration appeared, transforming Feng Bingwen's current miserable appearance.

"Isn't this the protector personally chosen by my second brother? How come he's in such a sorry state!"

"Exactly!"

The young man in blue responded, took out a water droplet the size of a pigeon egg from his sleeve, and gently tossed it forward. Then, in the spiritual light screen, the cultivator, who looked like a frightened bird, was suddenly hit by a heavy object from the air and let out an unusually exaggerated scream.

"Second Brother! What are you doing? Why are you teasing this protector?"

"Fourth Sister, you didn't see this scoundrel's true colors earlier. This is my punishment for him!"

"But the protectors seem to be enjoying themselves!"

With the goddess's keen eyesight, how could she not see that Feng Bingwen's disheveled appearance and those screams were all a facade? It was just that her second brother seemed to be enjoying it.