Feeling the strange gazes behind him, Feng Bingwen felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being pricked by thorns. Without even guessing, he knew what his grandmother was thinking, after all, the old lady only had one request now.
Marry a wife and have children!
Although he is now a cultivator with at least a thousand years of lifespan, there is no need to rush this matter.
But that applies to cultivators. Not to mention that Feng Bingwen himself hasn't even adjusted his mindset as an immortal, his family elders are even more so.
Decades of ingrained habits of thought are not so easy to correct. Moreover, in this respect, the concept of immortality may not be correct, at least not for the Feng family, which now has only one heir.
Feng Bingwen naturally knew how troublesome this matter was, and it wouldn't be any less troublesome because of his increased strength, unless he could find a Daoist partner who would satisfy both himself and his family in a short period of time.
"Wen'er, come here, I have something I want to talk to you about!"
In the end, the old man looked at Feng Bingwen and at the two incredibly beautiful little flower fairies hanging on his body, and he couldn't resist.
"What is it?"
Feng Bingwen was so busy catching up with his two pet flower spirits that he neglected the old man's gaze and followed him to the side with a bit of helplessness.
No one dared to eavesdrop on the strange and unusual spirits around them. The old man might have failing eyesight, but his master was not so easily bullied.
fantuan.
Even creatures with limited intelligence will etch their reverence for the strong deep into their bodies and souls, let alone these intelligent spirits and monsters, none of whom are fools.
Many of them even acquired a certain level of literacy through self-study or oral instruction, and some particularly diligent and hardworking students were even learned enough to participate in the prestigious imperial examinations.
Of course, whether or not one can pass the exam is another matter entirely.
"Wen'er!"
"Yes, Grandma, go ahead and tell me."
"It's not that Grandma wants to discipline you, I like those two little ones too, but they're just too small!"
The old man pondered how to persuade his grandson not to do something impossible.
Although she had no experience in life over the past few decades to handle this matter, as it was beyond her comprehension, she still had to offer some advice.
It was truly unimaginable to see her seven-foot-tall grandson mingling with those two little guys who, combined, weren't even as tall as her grandson. It just didn't seem right.
"I only consider them to be... well, virgins!"
Feng Bingwen could sense the worry in the old man's words, and he was both amused and exasperated, but he had to explain, and he thought carefully before speaking.
What is the role of these two little flower fairies in his eyes now? What can they do? No matter how you look at it, the only thing these little flower fairies have to offer is their looks; everything else is just plain unappealing.
"I still have some status in the sect. Sometimes when I attend certain occasions, I need some little guys to support me. I don't trust little demons I've taken in halfway through. These two little guys are ones I've raised since they were cubs."
"So that's how it is!"
"So that's how it is," the old woman nodded, seemingly understanding. Although she was now extraordinary and no longer an ordinary person, she had basically not had much contact with the cultivation world—Da Gan did indeed control this aspect very strictly.
This left the old man not entirely ignorant about spiritual practice, but he was also completely clueless and knew nothing at all.
But this doesn't stop the old woman from extracting the essence from her grandson's words. Having a certain status means that her grandson is not weak even among those immortals. Not only does he not need to listen to others, but he can also order others around.
Although they knew nothing about the specifics, this was enough to make the old folks happy. Nothing made these old folks, who had already settled into a peaceful mindset, happier than hearing that their childhood friend had achieved something.
"So you don't need to worry about these things!"
Feng Bingwen comforted the old man. The two little flower fairies he raised were indeed charming and lovely, exquisite and flawless, but given their small size, it was really difficult for him to have any evil thoughts.
"It's good that you know your limits!"
Although he wanted to give a few more instructions on this matter, he knew that repeating such things would be too nagging, so the old man only gave one last instruction and then stopped.
Finally, Feng Bingwen settled down at home. While cleaning up and tidying up the spirits and monsters in the house, he also made sure to chat with the elderly man who had been alone for a long time.
As for the two holy figures following behind him, Feng Bingwen didn't care about them at all. Let them do whatever they want. Anyway, at that level, they won't starve to death, and they won't be affected by the wind or the rain.
During this process, Feng Bingwen took away the white jade palace that he had left above Wolong Lake. He had previously lacked the ability to carry it with him and left it there, even setting it up as a simple place for inheritance.
But now, he can't exactly say he's returned home in glory, but he's certainly returned in triumph. It would be best to put away anything that might bring him trouble as soon as possible.
Of course, Feng Bingwen wasn't just busy dealing with his family and personal matters. He also learned about Fengjia Village, which had become a township, and was eager to find out the root cause of the changes.
The source of everything was that flock of geese that had been cleansed by his immortal energy. He initially did this thankless task in the hope that the eggs laid by these geese would improve the health of the elderly in his family.
However, Feng Bingwen overlooked one thing: the eggs laid by a flock of geese are basically too many for one or two people to eat, not to mention that his family's elders had originally lived a life of poverty and had long since developed good habits of diligence and thrift.
Before Feng Bingwen left home, his grandmother sold some of the leftover goose eggs, which initially did not cause much of a stir.
However, after Feng Bingwen left home, the effects of those goose eggs finally came to fruition.
Donghua Continent is dominated by the divine path. As the divine path flourishes, the immortal path is inevitably suppressed. Compared with other continents, the major immortal sects that can be named are nothing more than small fry, basically insignificant.
Under the suppression of the divine path, practitioners of the human martial arts system were basically unaffected. After all, there was no conflict of interest between the two sides, and the rare and precious materials needed by martial artists were of no use to the gods of the divine path who did not even have physical bodies.
This is the general situation of Donghua Continent, which is only a small part of the continent. The cultivation world within the continent is also like this, mainly based on the divine path and the martial path.
The batch of goose eggs sold by the Feng family were as effective as weakened rare and precious treasures for martial artists.
Although it cannot compare to ginseng that has been around for thousands of years, the quantity is considerable, not to mention it can be eaten as food. Over the years, the benefits it has on a martial artist's cultivation are simply indescribable.
Then, his grandmother's goose eggs became a hit. Due to their special effects, the price rose accordingly, quickly reaching a level that matched or even exceeded their effects.
Of course, during this process, some people inevitably had some dirty thoughts, and it wasn't uncommon for someone to have ulterior motives towards the Feng family's flock of geese.
However, anyone who dares to put their ideas into practice will either be thrown into Wolong Lake to feed the fish or buried under the vegetation outside the mountains to become fertilizer.
Although the spirits who received Feng Bingwen's education were kind by nature, they were not to be bullied, especially since he had given them orders.
As a result, in just a few years, the goose eggs produced by the flock of geese raised by his grandmother became a hot commodity, enjoying considerable fame in a certain area, and each sale would trigger a frenzy.
"One goose egg, one hundred gold coins!"
Knowing the price at which the eggs laid by those geese were sold, Feng Bingwen found it somewhat amusing.
"Those guys really know how to get a bargain!"
Nowadays, Feng Bingwen has no interest in gold and silver. Although he doesn't consider money to be worthless, he's not far off. He has no need for these things.
As for the current situation, he doesn't plan to change anything. Since the old lady is willing to sell, then let her sell. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters.
As for the old man's current physique, it's not something that can be further enhanced by the eggs laid by a few geese that are practically sentient. The main reason is that he previously received the immortal spiritual energy, and now that he has cultivated immortal energy, the effect on improving his physique will definitely be greater than before.
"Grandma, I'm planning to go see Grandpa!"
After staying at home for nearly ten days, Feng Bingwen finally couldn't hold back any longer. His grandmother's life was basically fine, except that she was a bit lonely.
As for safety, there's no need to worry. Although he will be taking a group of spirits from the mansion, he has left behind a few lazy little guys who are good enough to guard the house.
Moreover, it wasn't just these spirits; Feng Bingwen also discovered the local government's involvement. They had even arranged for people to buy goose eggs, and there were also some martial artists of considerable strength—relatively speaking, though their duty seemed to be protecting his home.
"That old man, it would be good to go and see him. I wonder how he's doing these days!"
Seeing his grandson about to leave, the old man felt a pang of reluctance, but after hearing who he was going to find, he agreed.
"They should be doing alright!"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself that he had spoken to the emperor who was in charge of the big project before he left. Although he thought about it carefully, he realized that the emperor had bullied him a bit back then, but he hadn't actually done anything.
"By the way, do you know where that old man is now?"
"Shouldn't it be in Kyoto?"
Feng Bingwen asked with some surprise.
"If you go to the capital, you'll probably have made a wasted trip. I heard that the emperor has arranged a rather torturous job for your grandfather, making him an inspector, to inspect officials in various places, and he also has the right to execute first and report later!"
"What?"
Upon hearing this news, even Feng Bingwen was momentarily stunned. What was all this about? This was not what he had told the emperor before he left.
"I don't know the specifics. I only know a few words now. I have to ask someone to read the letters that old man wrote back!"
The old woman smiled somewhat embarrassedly. There were still many things she didn't understand, even though her mind was clearer now than when she was younger.
"Act first, report later. If the old man uses it, it won't be difficult to find him!"
Feng Bingwen rubbed his temples, a question nagging at him, but he didn't say anything. After comforting his grandmother, he ascended into the sky to find his grandfather.
The process of finding the old man was not difficult. After all, they were direct blood relatives. Based on this blood relationship, as long as Feng Bingwen was willing, he could find all his blood relatives without missing a single one.
When Feng Bingwen found his old man, it was noon. The old man, whom he remembered as rigid and stern but also somewhat kind, was now wearing a scarlet official robe and sitting on a high platform, coldly tossing down the token in his hand!
Amid cheers from the crowd surrounding the platform, a snow-white guillotine fell, accompanied by a gushing fountain of blood, and a fine head rolled several times on the ground.
Executioner!
This was what the old man was doing when Feng Bingwen found him. From the cheers and curses of the people, Feng Bingwen quickly realized that the person who was chopped down by that guillotine was not some street ruffian, but rather the highest-ranking official of that small county town.
Local magistrate!
In feudal dynasties where transportation and information transmission were relatively backward, a county magistrate, who held the highest governing power in a region, could be considered a local emperor. However, he was now eliminated by his father without any prior notification.
"Long live the upright and just magistrate!"
"That corrupt official is finally dead!"
"Well done!"
Listening to the cheers of the people, Feng Bingwen did not show himself, but silently collected all the information related to his old man, and then he became more and more silent.
His father had been serving as the inspector for more than half a year, which was excessively long for an inspector with all sorts of privileges.
What's even more outrageous is that his father perfectly exercised all the rights he had as an inspector, killing wherever he went.
Wherever Feng Qingtian went, corrupt officials trembled in fear, and the people applauded. They eagerly awaited the arrival of this inspector who showed no mercy to corrupt officials and was quick to use the guillotine.
"That damned emperor! He dared to assign my grandfather such a job, and for so long!"
The more Feng Bingwen learned, the uglier his expression became. From what he had heard, he knew that his grandfather might have already made countless enemies.
With such a ruthless killing style, countless people must have hated him to the core. Of course, the officials he targeted probably had sleepless nights and couldn't get any rest.
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