"Junior brother, what do you think of my cultivation of this Dharma form?"
After Zhenxuan Daoist finished his enthusiastic introduction, he looked at Feng Bingwen with anticipation, waiting for his evaluation.
Feng Bingwen remained silent for a moment. This scene was so familiar; it seemed as if he had seen it somewhere before.
“Senior brother, I have fought with the current Daoist of the Heavenly Sword Sect before, and I am very familiar with his aura. If I hadn’t met you here, I would have really thought that you were from the Heavenly Sword Sect.”
"Hahaha, junior brother, you really are..."
"Jiang Wuji, have you said enough? If you have, get out of my Flying Immortal Palace right now! Everyone in this palace knows that you have mastered the Taibai Gengjin Dharma Image!"
Before the senior disciple could finish speaking, a roaring voice exploded in Feng Bingwen's ears.
Then, Feng Bingwen saw a tall and burly Taoist priest with bulging muscles that seemed to tear his Taoist robe apart. His thick black beard was like steel needles.
The imposing Taoist priest, his eyes wide with fury, his gaze burning like the sun, was unbearable to look at. His terrifying gaze was fixed on the young man in front of Feng Bingwen.
"Oh, wait a minute! I've only just met this new junior brother, and we haven't even exchanged more than a few words yet!"
Jiang Wuji's face was full of reluctance, and his gaze toward Feng Bingwen was filled with reluctance.
Within the Taishangdao sect, it's rare to find someone to exchange a few words with. Even if you do encounter someone, they're usually so quiet you can't get a word out of them, which is incredibly boring. Having finally met such a sensible junior brother, how could you let him go so easily?
"You brat, get out of the way!"
The burly Taoist priest, unable to bear it any longer, opened his palm like a fan and grabbed at the youth. Instantly, endless white-incandescent sword light burst forth, followed by a crisp sound of metal and stone shattering. The youth was lifted up by the Taoist priest like a chicken and then thrown away.
In the blink of an eye, although Feng Bingwen's eyes were stinging with pain, he had also seen something amazing. The Dharma form cultivated by that senior disciple was indeed quite powerful, but it was completely powerless against that Taoist, and did not even put up a decent struggle.
"Uncle-Master, let me chat with this junior brother a little longer. I know he's Senior Brother Zhao's new disciple, but we just hit it off, don't we?"
Before the burly Taoist could say anything to Feng Bingwen, a flash of light appeared outside the room, and the young man's figure reappeared inside the pavilion.
"Since you know he is Daozi's disciple, don't you know how tight his schedule is?"
The burly Taoist snorted coldly, then, as if his expression had changed, all anger vanished from his face, replaced by amusement as he looked at his nephew.
"The Daoist Master is about to undergo the tribulation to become an immortal. After he completes the tribulation, he will relinquish his position as the Daoist Master. At that time, do you intend to take over this position?"
“Junior brother, I feel an instant connection with you. It’s a pity you have important responsibilities, so I can’t keep you from nagging. I will come to visit you again after you become the sect’s disciple.”
After listening to the burly Taoist's words, Jiang Wuji did not hesitate for a moment. After saying a word to Feng Bingwen, he turned around and left without any hesitation or fuss.
"May I ask, senior, what is the mystery behind this position of Daoist Child? Why do my fellow disciples avoid it like the plague? My master is doing just fine, isn't he?"
If you have a question, you should ask it. Feng Bingwen was not afraid of strangers and immediately asked this burly Taoist priest he was meeting for the first time for guidance.
"You don't need to think too much. Your position as the sect's chosen one is naturally guaranteed. The resources you can enjoy are unmatched by any other sect in the world."
"But this senior brother..."
"You don't need to worry about them, they're just too lazy."
"I see."
"You're here to choose a flying magic weapon, right? Your master just came over and told me that I've already prepared several magic weapons for you!"
The burly Taoist priest looked Feng Bingwen up and down a few times, nodded slightly, then turned around, signaling Feng Bingwen to follow, and led him out of the pavilion.
"Thank you for your trouble, senior!"
Feng Bingwen looked around and found himself on the edge of a valley of subterranean fire. Looking south, he saw the subterranean fire surging and the flames soaring into the sky. Flames of various colors surged within it, radiating terrifying light and heat.
"You may call me 'Uncle-Master'. I have no particular hobbies in life except for crafting artifacts and drinking wine. All the flying magical artifacts available for you to choose from here were crafted by me."
The burly Taoist led Feng Bingwen through the canyon gushing with earth fire. Although this place was completely different from the Heaven-Mending Pavilion he had visited before, it also had some similarities.
That place was deserted. Apart from him and his uncle, there was no one else. The seemingly lively Fire Valley was filled with fire spirits born from spiritual flames, chattering away.
"This is the Flying Star Immortal Palace I crafted!"
Soon, Feng Bingwen was led to a valley spewing forth purple earth fire. Above the valley, which spanned several hundred feet in circumference, a magnificent palace floated. The flames that scorched the void and slightly distorted served no purpose other than to make the palace's colors even brighter.
Around this celestial palace, many white-haired fire spirit giants were using fire as brushes to carve shimmering purple celestial runes onto the palace.
What do you think?
"My master's refining skills are truly amazing, but this immortal palace is far too magnificent and doesn't suit my temperament. Are there any other options?"
Feng Bingwen looked at it for a moment. Although he was tempted, after thinking about it, he still felt it was inappropriate and too ostentatious.
Those who know will understand, but those who don't might think it's the palace of some immortal lord.
"Okay, come with me!"
The burly Taoist priest didn't mind Feng Bingwen's dissatisfaction and led him to another valley. There, they saw many dwarf-like fire spirits busily inscribing runes and refining formations on a mountain peak suspended above the earth's fire.
"This is Mount Kongwu, and it's one of the more satisfying magical artifacts I've crafted over the years!"
"It's too big!"
Feng Bingwen was dumbfounded. How could someone have turned a mountain into a flying magic weapon?
"One last item!"
The burly Taoist priest glanced at Feng Bingwen, but said nothing, and led him to the next place.
Compared to the two enormous magical treasures from before, the one before them was much more ordinary, as it was a chariot.
Although it was too large and ornate in terms of both size and decoration, it could only be described as simple and unadorned compared to the previous two pieces. Therefore, Feng Bingwen took a liking to it at first glance.
"This is the Cloud Dragon Chariot!"
The burly Taoist priest maintained his nonchalant tone, but the way he looked at Feng Bingwen had changed slightly, and Feng Bingwen could clearly feel a pressure from him.
"Your master has chosen these three items for you. If you are still not satisfied, you can go and choose one yourself in this valley!"
"Satisfied, I'm very satisfied!"
Feng Bingwen nodded repeatedly. What more could he ask for than such a "simple and unadorned" magic weapon?
"Since you're satisfied, go up and try it out. If you're not satisfied, you can exchange it now. But if you take it away, I won't care about any of that!"
"good!"
Feng Bingwen leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and landed on the massive carriage. With practiced ease, he patted the carriage, channeling his immortal spiritual energy into the vehicle beneath his feet.
Instantly, hazy clouds drifted out from the chariot, accompanied by six dragon roars that came almost simultaneously. Six white dragons, each tens of feet long and with similar appearances, appeared in front of the chariot.
"..."
Oh my god!
Feng Bingwen pursed his lips, looking at the six white dragons with their cold, majestic scales in front of the carriage. He felt a little numb. As a cultivator who had come into contact with the Dragon Soul and had mastered the Dragon Pearl, he could confidently guarantee that the six white dragons on the carriage were definitely not things formed by magic.
"You don't need to worry about the dragons causing you trouble. These six white dragons are actually six cloud spirits, but by chance they have acquired dragon forms."
A group of burly Taoist priests explained, and seeing that Feng Bingwen remained silent, they added,
"If you find this distasteful, when you cultivate and acquire a carriage in the future, you can catch a few true dragons to drive for you. However, at that time, do not say that you are a disciple of my Supreme Dao!"
"Uncle-Master, you're joking!"
Feng Bingwen's smile was somewhat forced. He had originally wanted to find something low-key, but he never expected that after all the searching, he would end up with the most flamboyant one.
Judging from his appearance, this uncle is not the kind of person with a particularly good temper. If he refuses again, he might have to experience what it means to be angered by an immortal.
"Now that you've made your choice, don't waste any more time here, go on your way!"
The burly Taoist priest showed no intention of exchanging ideas with Feng Bingwen. After seeing Feng Bingwen finish refining the Cloud Dragon Chariot, he immediately took action and sent him on his way.
As the seasons changed, surging moisture swirled, followed by the exhilarating sound of the ocean waves crashing, and then came the slightly fishy sea breeze.
"That's really efficient!"
Looking around, all he could see was a vast expanse of white, making it impossible to tell which way was which. But when he looked up, he could see the sun high in the sky. Using the sun as a guide, Feng Bingwen quickly figured out his direction.
"Let's go take a look at my cave dwelling first!"
Feng Bingwen took out a jade seal from his bosom. The bottom of the seal was engraved with the two characters "Zhanmeng". After a brief moment of sensing, he knew where he should go.
In fact, he could also return to the mountain gate to find the Daoist Canon Hall that his master mentioned, read through the Daoist Canon, and enhance his foundation. With his talent, as long as he accumulates enough strength, it would be a natural progression.
However, accumulating resources takes time, and Feng Bingwen felt there was no need to waste time. It was best to take back the cave dwelling his master had pointed out to him as soon as possible and keep it in his own hands.
Chant~ Chant~ Chant~
As the clouds dispersed and scales appeared, accompanied by the melodious roar of a dragon, a magnificent carriage appeared between the sea and the sky, with a dashing young man standing proudly atop it.
As the six cloud dragons surged and rolled, carrying the chariot, they transformed into a white light, traversing the sky and sea. The sky and the sea seemed to be cleaved apart by a sharp blade, with waves surging and a white rainbow piercing the sky.
"Too flashy!"
Seeing this commotion, Feng Bingwen sighed to the sky. Although the carriage was magnificent, its speed was truly astonishing. If it weren't for his amazing eyesight, all things in the world would probably be invisible to him and would only appear as lines.
With a sigh, Feng Bingwen simply took out the Purple Dragon Armor given to him by Xuan Ting Dragon Lord, put it on, and concealed his figure and face. In doing so, he appeared even more extraordinary.
From afar, it looked as if a celestial being was riding a chariot drawn by six dragons, surveying the heavens and earth. Wherever it went, all living beings gave way, and not a single one dared to jump out and block its way.
Even the creature whose mere presence made Feng Bingwen wary, after sensing his presence, stirred up towering waves and then dived directly into the deeper parts of the ocean, having no intention of provoking him at all.
"Oh, right, what about my followers? Where did my master throw them?"
As Feng Bingwen was experiencing the sensation of the ancient gods' procession, he once again thought of his followers.
However, considering his master's sense of responsibility, he felt relieved. It was alright; he could go find those guys after he took back his cave dwelling. Now that he had such a large territory, he needed someone to manage it.
Before long, in the distant ocean, jagged cliffs appeared where the sea and sky met, and the feedback from the jade seal he held in his hand made him realize that this was the edge of the Zhanmeng Islands.
"This is the territory of the Qiong Kingdom. Who goes there? Stop immediately, or I will tear you apart, skin you alive, and refine your soul, making you wish you were dead. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was about to set foot on his territory, he saw a group of female demons with human bodies, eagle wings, and claws growing from their bellies fly out from the clouds. They formed a dark mass and blocked his carriage, as if they were not afraid of death.
"Is there a Qiong Demon Kingdom?"
Amidst the roar of dragons, the chariot came to a stop. Feng Bingwen, clad in dragon armor, stood atop the chariot, like an ancient deity touring the heavens and earth.
"When did this demon kingdom appear here? I didn't know about it. I only knew there was a Spiritual Demon Kingdom here. How did it become the Qiong Demon Kingdom? Could it be that the Monkey King was wiped out?"
"Hey! Where did this ignorant madman come from? My king and the Demon King Tongming are sworn brothers, bound by a life-or-death bond. How could they possibly wage war against each other?"
Below, a demonic figure appeared, and amidst the surging tide, a group of people with fish tails on their lower bodies rose to the surface, holding strange and unusual weapons in their hands. They looked up at him, and the leader was a burly man with thick black hair that cascaded over his shoulders like seaweed. At this moment, he glared angrily, showing no fear whatsoever.
"This person knows about the Tongming Demon King, but is unaware of the Qiong Demon King. This is quite strange. We should quickly capture him and bring him before the kings for their judgment!"
"That makes sense. Seize this madman immediately!"
The celestial demons were making a ruckus, while the sea below was filled with fierce battles. Feng Bingwen, who was hated by everyone, felt strange at this moment and couldn't understand it.
Are these guys out of their minds? Isn't he intimidating enough already?
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