The melodious and pleasant fairy music floated into his ears. Feng Bingwen picked up the wine vessel on the table and drank the spiritual wine without any hesitation. He felt warm all over.
Feng Bingwen put his hand to his forehead, feeling the effects of the alcohol and his mind becoming slightly tipsy. His eyes narrowed, but he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. This familiar feeling stirred something within him, and without resistance, he drifted off to sleep.
Clouds shrouded the mountains, mist swirled around the Dragon Ridge, and the half-withered fairy gourd vine planted beside the thatched hut, as well as the young man in blue robes who was dozing on the mountain rocks in front of the thatched hut, all came into view. However, unlike before, this time the young man in blue robes had an angry look on his face.
What happened?
Feng Bingwen was greatly alarmed. Could it be that this old man, who was ranked second, did not want him to take the fifth sister as his disciple?
However, before he could even think about communicating with this person in his dream, he saw the young man in blue wave his hand, and instantly the world turned upside down, and everything in front of him changed.
The sacred mountain was nowhere to be seen, but what appeared before one's eyes was still a sacred and spiritual land, resembling a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping. Purple mist rose, and spiritual energy drifted, making it a rare place for cultivating immortality.
However, within this seemingly celestial land, demonic energy was rampant and turbulent. And amidst this scene of demonic energy and celestial light intertwining, the most striking feature was a massive bear with dark fur and hidden golden stripes.
At this moment, the ferocious beast was roaring with its head raised. Thick chains were wrapped around its body, and fine talismans, as fine as mosquitoes, were faintly visible on it. The thick fur was being pulled so hard that the skin was torn and bleeding profusely, which was quite terrifying.
Not far away in the sky, another five-colored celestial light was running through it, and behind this celestial light, there were more than ten strange figures with soaring demonic energy chasing after it.
"Flower Morning Glory!"
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen immediately understood, and his mind became heavy. He finally realized why the young man in blue had looked so unwell when he summoned him into his dream, but how long had it been since he left that Wang Shu had gotten into trouble.
As soon as he realized this, everything before his eyes shattered and disappeared, and the ethereal celestial music once again lingered in his ears, captivating him.
But Feng Bingwen was no longer in the mood to appreciate the celestial music. He opened his mouth and exhaled all the alcohol that had been making him slightly intoxicated.
As he stood up, Zhao Junxian, who was sitting in the main seat drinking with his fellow disciples and a few elders of the Supreme Dao who happened to have some free time, immediately looked over.
Breaking through to immortality, although only a human immortal, has not yet achieved eternal life, but is only one step away from it, not far away. Therefore, it is perfectly normal to hold a banquet to celebrate. However, even with his status as a Dao Child, it is difficult to invite many people. Most of the guests at this banquet are not human.
There was no other way; the number of disciples of the Supreme Daoist was dwindling, and almost all the disciples and even elders who were not in seclusion came, which was considered to give this Daoist son enough face.
"Is it urgent?"
"Yes, I need to leave the mountain gate now!"
Go!
Zhao Junxian waved her hand casually, seemingly unconcerned, and didn't even ask any further questions.
"Please forgive me, Master, I cannot stay here with you!"
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully, drawing many curious glances, but no one asked any questions.
"If you are truly filial, when you return, make up for the gift I received. Don't say such useless things."
Zhao Junxian replied irritably, "It's my first time being a master, so just be casual. The Supreme Dao is best at letting things run their course. A master's responsibility is simply to occasionally guide them in the right direction."
"Master, you don't even offer me any financial assistance with my meager possessions, why are you still concerned about this?"
"Do I lack your gift? What I really want is your thoughtfulness."
Amidst the banter between master and disciple, Zhao Junxian, who was drinking with someone, didn't turn around. Instead, she flicked her fingers behind her back, and a barely perceptible glint of spiritual light pierced through the void. When it reappeared, it had already fallen into Feng Bingwen's hand.
"Thank you, Master. I will definitely prepare a gift for you when I come back for the first time!"
Feeling the vibrant spiritual energy in his hand, Feng Bingwen felt reassured. He then transformed into a beam of light and flew out of the immortal abode, heading straight for the teleportation array that the Supreme Dao had prepared for disciples like him who lacked sufficient cultivation.
From entering the dream to getting up and leaving, the whole process took less than half a day. Most of the time was spent traveling. After a period of teleportation jolting, which even made Feng Bingwen feel slightly dizzy, Feng Bingwen returned to Donghua Continent once again.
He first went to Xiaxi Village, where Wang Shu was born. As expected, he did not find his disciples there, nor did he find the deer and the bear. He wondered where they had gone, what had happened to them, and whether they had been captured.
"What audacity!"
Feng Bingwen snorted coldly. Although he didn't know exactly what his disciple had done, he had personally taught him, so it was impossible for him to have done anything evil. The feedback from the Heavenly Book could prove everything.
Recalling the Heavenly Book, Feng Bingwen's consciousness sank in, glancing at the gilded flames that were still burning fiercely, while the immense merit had already been largely consumed.
"It's almost burned out!"
Feng Bingwen silently calculated the time it would take for the flames to extinguish based on the burning speed of the Heavenly Book.
He couldn't help but ponder: his disciple had suffered a calamity, and he had been forced to leave early, but soon after, the Heavenly Book would grant his wish.
Could the promised blessed land have been fulfilled in his disciple?
An unclaimed blessed land cannot simply wander off and fall from the sky to land on someone; it can only be that the person wanders around and, by sheer coincidence, happens to "pick it up."
Thinking of this, Feng Bingwen's mood improved. The five innate spirits flew out of his body, separated from the surroundings, and awaited Feng Bingwen's command.
"Find my disciple!"
Feng Bingwen gave the order, while simultaneously pondering the matter in his mind.
"I should learn a divination technique, otherwise finding people will be too much trouble!"
But in fact, finding his disciple's whereabouts was much simpler than Feng Bingwen had imagined. Relying on his status as the true disciple of the Supreme Dao, those three guys did not hide their journey at all, and all the gods knew about it.
Thus, Feng Bingwen soon learned the culprit that forced him to leave the table early.
"A fairyland of fleeting life, Hibiscus City?"
The moment he heard the name, a smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's face. He glanced at the Heavenly Book again. The flames fueled by the power of good attacks were still burning, but they were dying down and wouldn't last much longer.
"My blessed land must have taken shape in this ethereal paradise!"
Although he was thinking about it, Feng Bingwen wasn't entirely sure, because when he prayed, he was hoping to get a free, unclaimed piece of land, not to fight and compete with others for it.
Despite his doubts, he still had to bring out his captured apprentice, and he also had to settle accounts with his two followers who had been mistreated. He couldn't just let it go so easily.
A myriad of ravines rush forth, a thousand cliffs vie in beauty, birdsong echoes as people disappear, fallen blossoms still exude fragrance, after the rain the sky meets the verdant cliffs, the wind rustles the pines like a green screen. Mountain grasses sprout, wildflowers bloom, precipitous cliffs rise, deep vines grow. Fine trees stand tall, lofty ridges and gentle hills.
When Feng Bingwen arrived at this place, he was full of praise. It was indeed a beautiful place with abundant spiritual energy and a hidden dragon vein. Although it could not compare to a blessed land, it was still a rare place for independent cultivators to cultivate. However, no independent cultivators came here to cultivate this time.
"Boss, I've already found out that this Floating Immortal Realm is full of half-human, half-demon hybrids. It's said that they have some connection with the major cultivation sects and families of Donghua Continent."
The Purple Mystic Dragon descended, and icy water vapor filled the air, turning into a thin mist that obscured Feng Bingwen's figure. He went to inquire about Feng Bingwen's whereabouts and obtained information from one of his disciples.
"A half-demon?"
After a moment's thought, Feng Bingwen revealed a cold smile, understanding what this secret realm was all about.
Ordinary scholars often harbor inappropriate thoughts about fox spirits and female ghosts. What would a cultivator who has achieved mastery and possesses sufficient power to turn their fantasies into reality do?
Although the vast majority of cultivators are law-abiding, given their sheer number, if even a small minority are restless and seek to break through the barriers between races and experience things their own kind never had, they will naturally reap forbidden fruit.
Even if the probability is extremely small, as long as the probability exists, with a huge base number, everything will become a reality.
Half-demon!
This is a small, low-status group within the human continent, and a significant portion of them have one of their biological fathers or mothers who possess considerable strength or a prominent position.
It's not unusual for someone to set aside a secret realm specifically to house a half-demon, and Feng Bingwen wasn't surprised either.
Originally, everyone kept to themselves, but unfortunately, his disciple was captured, so he said he had no choice but to go and demand an explanation.
"Are you all so unruly? I have been waiting here for a quarter of an hour!"
Feng Bingwen stepped forward, stepped onto the dragon's head, and stood between the dragon's horns in the Qi District. He looked at the distant, spiritually vibrant mountain range. This place was just an exit from the Floating Life Immortal Realm. It was only because it was frequently opened that it became a territory beneficial to cultivation.
"Your Excellency's arrival was so imposing that I was momentarily stunned and unable to greet you. Please forgive me."
The aged voice echoed through the mountains, its fear genuine, for Feng Bingwen's aura was too terrifying at this moment. He stood on a dragon, with a golden crow on his shoulder, a giant behind him, and a concubine beside him.
"May I ask who you are, sir? Do you have a visiting card to visit my Floating Life Paradise?"
“A formal invitation? No, but my disciple is in your Floating Life Wonderland.”
Feng Bingwen said expressionlessly, his tone completely calm.
"Disciple? I wonder what your disciple's name is? Perhaps this old man knows him."
The old man's voice carried a hint of joy, sounding as if he were one of their own.
“My disciple Wang Shu has the potential to become an immortal. She was just captured by you. As for me, I am Feng Bingwen of the Supreme Dao. You should not know my name.”
As soon as Feng Bingwen finished speaking, the mountains fell silent.
---Aside---
I don't understand. I clearly allocated enough time to write 4,000 words, but after the time was up, I only wrote 3,000 words. Where the hell did the time go? Why did it go by so fast?
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