The boy, who was like a banished immortal, was now in a terrible state. What shocked Feng Bingwen even more was that nearly half of his naked body was covered with a grayish color, just like the fish and shrimp he had just seen in the water. His skin was shriveled and lifeless.

"Is it the river god of this place?"

As Feng Bingwen examined the boy whose body was nearly half gray and withered, the boy, who still had breath left, struggled to open his eyes and looked at the "River God" who was a hundred feet away from him, with a golden scale on his body and surrounded by the aura of a dragon.

"River God?"

Hearing the boy's weak and feeble voice, and seeing his eyes, which had dimmed as if they might close at any moment,

Feng Bingwen understood that the boy who had fallen into his territory was not some bloodthirsty demon, but rather someone who had fought with demons and had half of his body corrupted by some strange force. Judging from the situation, it seemed that he was in a rather critical condition.

Is there anything I can do to help you?

Feng Bingwen asked a question. At that moment, he suddenly felt the force that had been binding his body collapse and then disappear completely.

When he looked down at the boy, the boy's eyes were already closed. The golden eyes that had been as bright as the summer sun seemed to be just an illusion, and were gone forever.

"Hey! Boss!"

Feng Bingwen quickly called out, but still received no response, and his heart jumped.

According to the records in the Heavenly Book, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this young man is the master that the Heavenly Book has arranged for him.

But judging from the current situation, if the boy doesn't receive any treatment, he'll die, and all the good deeds he's painstakingly accumulated over the past few months will be for nothing.

Although he knew that the Heavenly Book wouldn't be so unscrupulous, Feng Bingwen still dared not be careless. He carefully took a step forward, stepping into the range of the boy, which was a hundred feet away.

No terrifying power descended to imprison his body, and the previously wandering mist seemed to have been swept away completely in the instant the boy had just awakened, leaving not a trace.

With mixed feelings, Feng Bingwen finally walked up to the boy and saw the boy's condition more clearly. Dark black mist swirled around half of the boy's body, surging like a living thing and eroding the other half of his flawless, jade-like body.

"This is……"

Feng Bingwen had never seen anything like this before, and he was completely stunned. The next moment, he was caught in a dilemma. He wanted to help the Heavenly Book's appointed master, but how could he do so?

He was a complete novice, a rogue cultivator at least knew some basic healing techniques or healing pills from the mainland, but he didn't have a single hair on his body. Asking him to save people was truly a difficult task for him.

"Huh!"

As Feng Bingwen was agonizing over this, his expression shifted, and his gaze fell once again on the boy's body, where life and destruction coexisted. At the boundary between life and death, there was a surge of golden light, the most masculine and powerful, fighting against the black energy that was eroding life.

But whether it was because the young man was too exhausted or something else, Jin Xi seemed to lack the strength to continue facing the black energy, so much so that he was suppressed and Feng Bingwen didn't even see him at first glance.

However, Feng Bingwen calmed down and carefully sensed the boy's condition. After noticing some changes, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"I see!"

Feng Bingwen, with his dragon-human body, stretched out his scale-covered palm and waved it gently. An almost endless stream of water elemental energy surged toward the boy's body like a burst dam. The boy's body at this moment was like the legendary Guixu, capable of swallowing the waters of the three rivers and four seas, seemingly never to be filled.

"Let's see how much you can swallow!"

Feng Bingwen hardened his heart, and Wolong Lake, which was quieter than usual in winter, suddenly became turbulent. The vast waters surged with waves, and the water spirit of the entire lake converged in one place.

Previously, Feng Bingwen called himself the Water Lord. Although it sounded a bit boastful, it wasn't arrogance, because he really did grasp the water veins of Wolong Lake with the help of the Dragon Pearl. If he were given a method of refining the water, he could turn Wolong Lake into his own and become the Water Lord.

With the help of Feng Bingwen, an extraordinary being who was not a water deity but was even more powerful than one, the youth, who was like a banished immortal, shone with golden light. He instantly went from being listless to being in a stalemate, and then from being in a stalemate to being suppressed.

In just a few quarters of an hour, the situation of the boy's body was reversed, and his eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the "River God" standing in front of him, drawing on the spiritual energy of the lake and savagely pouring it into his body.

"Where did this wild god come from? How can his manipulation of spiritual energy be so crude?"

The moment the boy regained consciousness, this thought involuntarily arose in his mind, because the spiritual energy that had been poured into his body in front of him, in the presence of what appeared to be a water spirit, was truly too violent.

If it weren't for his extraordinary physique, an ordinary cultivator would likely have been crushed to death by this violent spiritual energy. This wasn't saving a person; it was practically harming them.

However, realizing his current physical condition, the boy understood that the river god, who had appeared out of nowhere, genuinely wanted to help him.

"I'm ashamed!"

The boy, who had regained consciousness, felt a pang of guilt. The river god had helped him so much, yet he had complained about the god's rough methods; it was truly wrong of him.

"I am Zhao Junxian. Thank you for your help, River God. I no longer need it!"

With half his body crippled, the boy pressed down with one hand, and the Wolong Lake, which had been turbulent due to his rough handling, instantly calmed down. The lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, and not a single wave could be seen.

Please wait a moment!

After stopping the river god's brutal treatment, Zhao Junxian took out a precious robe and put it on. He sat cross-legged, and a golden light shone in his abdomen, then his chest, and finally his brow.

A dazzling golden light enveloped the boy's entire body, causing Feng Bingwen to tremble, yet he couldn't help but want to observe and touch the radiant light, which illuminated the dark lake bottom as bright as day.

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen immediately stood obediently in place, quietly waiting for the young man to use his profound skills to heal his injuries, pondering how to ask to become his disciple later.

The young man was indeed a man of his word. He said he would wait a while and he did. The black aura on his body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his flawless body instantly became as clear as glass, without the slightest filth.

When the young man finished his practice, the extraordinary phenomenon of his body being as bright as the sun immediately subsided. When the young man opened his eyes, he saw Feng Bingwen, who had returned to the appearance of a village child.

"Hey, you're not the river god!"