"So, you are now the Daoist disciple of the Immortal Sect called the Supreme Dao?"
Yu Huilian summarized her son's achievements over the years, and a faint smile appeared on her face as she spoke.
As a mother, nothing brings more joy than seeing her child achieve remarkable success, even if she doesn't understand what the Supreme Tao represents in the cultivation world.
After all, Donghua Continent is the territory of the Divine Path, and the cultivation world there is suppressed too much. In the human cultivation world, this continent is no different from a remote and impoverished place, with only a few big and small cats and dogs, nothing worth paying attention to.
"Yes, but I was able to sit in this position mainly because of the humility of my senior brothers and sisters. Otherwise, it would never have been my turn!"
Feng Bingwen was very self-aware about becoming the Supreme Daoist Master. If it weren't for the fact that his master's peers were giving way to him, he would never have become the Daoist Master.
"Your senior brothers and sisters will be accommodating to you, but the elders in your sect won't act recklessly. Since you were able to become this Daoist, it means they recognize your abilities."
Yu Huilian said with a smile that she took her son's words as a sign of modesty, and subconsciously believed that her son had earned the position through his own talent and hard work.
Based on her understanding of the cultivation world, no disciple of any sect would humbly relinquish such a position; if they did, they might be giving up their chance for immortality.
"Maybe!"
Knowing how unconventional his sect was, Feng Bingwen smiled and didn't offer any further explanation, as it was far too distant for his mother to comprehend.
"My Wen'er is the best!"
With a look of doting affection in her eyes, Yu Huilian, with her graceful demeanor, reached out and ruffled Feng Bingwen's hair.
"By the way, Mom, tell me about your experiences with Dad over the past few years."
After briefly recounting his experiences and omitting the inappropriate ones, Feng Bingwen also appropriately expressed his curiosity.
He truly couldn't believe that his father, an ordinary half-baked businessman who had abandoned literature for business, had managed to recruit a group of cultivators as bodyguards. Although those people were quite incompetent, they were still cultivators.
"I've heard of that golden toad, but where did those guards come from?"
"They came following that golden toad!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's request, Yu Huilian pondered for a moment, then a look of reminiscence appeared on her face as she recounted the experiences she and her husband had shared over the years.
It all started when Feng Bingwen's father, Feng Zichuan, went to the northern border as a merchant. There, he witnessed the brutality of the beastmen and the suffering of the common people harassed by them.
So, on an ordinary night, Feng Zichuan, an ordinary businessman, made an extraordinary decision: he decided to use all his wealth to help those poor people who were displaced and suffering!
This decision earned him much praise, but it also caused his hard-earned assets to shrink at an alarming rate.
Just as the massive army once again began to wage war against the Northern Plains, to the point that the barbarian beastmen were no longer able to harass the people of the Northern Plains, the wealth of Feng Zichuan, the great philanthropist, was almost exhausted.
There were naturally those who mocked him, but they only dared to ridicule him in secret, after all, what he did was righteous. Correspondingly, Feng Zichuan's reputation spread far and wide in the border area of Beiyuan, and he was highly respected wherever he went.
However, Feng Zichuan's aid to the refugees was so thorough that he didn't even have the resources to make a comeback. Otherwise, based solely on his reputation in the Northern Territory, he could have quickly accumulated even greater wealth than before.
Of course, Feng Zichuan didn't think about these things at the time. Before he went into business, he was a scholar and a xiucai (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations at the county level). Rather than making money for the sake of making money, he preferred to spend his money on something useful, which gave him great spiritual satisfaction.
Having achieved a life goal to some extent, Feng Zichuan was feeling disheartened. He simply drove a carriage, accompanied by an old servant, and prepared to go home to follow in his father's footsteps and become a teacher. After all, he wouldn't starve.
However, just as this down-on-his-luck businessman, who had achieved his life's ideals and ambitions, was about to retire, a golden toad jumped onto his carriage and wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried to shoo it away.
Then, stories about him began to spread like wildfire throughout the country.
The message was mostly spread by merchants, since for them, auspicious omens that could bring wealth were more important than anything else.
The golden toad that had taken the initiative to seek out Feng Zichuan lived up to its auspicious name. In just a few days, Feng Zichuan, who had no money in his pocket, became rich again after experiencing several close calls.
While traveling through the mountains and fields, they suddenly encountered a crack in the ground, and below the crack was a secret chamber whose construction date was unknown. The top of the chamber was overgrown with weeds, but the bottom was full of gold and silver treasures.
While boating on the stream, one can casually raise a golden pot with a flick of the pole, all on a whim. While strolling through the city, one can easily collect several golden pearls.
Such extraordinary events are too numerous to mention.
No matter what he does, or even if he doesn't move, money will come into his pocket. Ordinary people work themselves to the bone to earn money, but for Feng Zichuan, money chases after him relentlessly, trying every means to possess him.
"After these strange events spread, the people you just met came knocking on our door. However, those who came in the morning were not the same people; they were stronger and drove away the first group!"
"I think I understand!"
Feng Bingwen nodded thoughtfully.
Orthodox cultivators seek longevity by absorbing the energy of heaven and earth; this is called immortal cultivation. However, besides this method, there are many other ways to achieve longevity, such as the path of gods, which borrows the power of offerings from sentient beings. But in addition to these, there is also the method of borrowing the power of destiny!
Feng Bingwen vaguely remembered seeing a similar description in the sect's records, but he only glanced at it at the time and was not very interested in it, because compared to seeking one's own strength, relying on the power of luck to cultivate could lead to endless troubles!
The divine path relies on the power of all living beings for cultivation, but if any living being makes a mistake, they will suffer a backlash and be condemned to eternal damnation, never to rise again. Moreover, the method of cultivating through destiny is arguably even more powerful than this.
The most common method is to borrow the nation's fortune, enter the dynasty, and cultivate by borrowing the dragon vein. Those who practice this method usually have a background but limited aptitude. Fortune can, to a certain extent, make up for or even ignore the lack of aptitude.
However, what is borrowed must be repaid. If the country is prosperous and thriving, it is fine. But if the country is in decline, those who cultivate themselves by borrowing the country's fortune will never escape. They will truly live and die with the country. If the country is destroyed, they will perish both in body and spirit.
In this respect, it was even more tragic than the Shinto path. After all, when the Shinto path encountered a change of dynasty, only a small number of gods would be purged, and most gods would be able to maintain their original incense offerings.
But just as the Taoism of gods includes not only incense gods but also mountain and water gods and celestial gods, the Taoism of fortune, besides borrowing the fortune of the nation, also involves borrowing the great fortune of certain special people!
However, this requires exceptional eyesight; a slight misstep can result in complete annihilation.
Between heaven and earth, in the nine continents of the human race, and even beyond the nine continents, there are always some beings who are favored by heaven. Some beings were born lowly and humble in the beginning, not much better than ants. However, when they gain power, they can rise to become giants in a very short time.
Faced with such an existence, all hardships are tests from the Heavenly Dao, which will inevitably be overcome and become stepping stones on their path to rise, allowing them to reach their rightful place in the shortest possible time.
Such beings undoubtedly possess great fortune, but before they rise to prominence, they appear no different from ordinary beings and are difficult to distinguish. However, once they rise, the opportunity to follow them and cultivate by borrowing their fortune is almost nonexistent.
Moreover, even if one has exceptional insight and identifies these beings with great fortune before they rise to power, whether one can accompany them through the trials that Heaven will place upon them is a major question.
Those born with great fortune, when faced with successive calamities and trials, even if they are covered in wounds and broken bones, can always hold on to their last breath before reaching their rightful place. However, it is hard to say what will happen to those who are with them.
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In short, cultivating by borrowing the fortune of one person is equally dangerous. However, unlike borrowing the fortune of a nation, if one can endure this method and live to the end, the achievements one makes are often not low, and one may even attain the status of immortality.
"These guys are just here to ride on my dad's coattails to cultivate!"
"Yes, I know!"
Yu Huilian nodded without surprise. She and her husband weren't fools; they had already extracted what they wanted from the cultivators who came to them. After all, most of them were just saying things they didn't mean, but there were always a few simpletons who would tell the truth.
"Should I kick them out?"
Feng Bingwen smiled and asked his mother for her opinion. Even if his parents wanted to kick him out, they probably couldn't.
The fact that the golden toad took the initiative to approach Feng Zichuan proves that he is a person blessed with great fortune and is destined for extraordinary achievements.
For cultivators whose future is bleak and who wish to cultivate by relying on luck, this is like a campfire in the cold night, with endless attraction.
What do you think?
Yu Huilian didn't answer but asked a question in return.
"Stay, there's no harm in it!"
Feng Bingwen was indifferent to this. He knew where his father's good fortune came from; it was a bonus that came with the accumulation of merit.
"Your father thinks so too. These people are excellent caravan guards. Traveling all over the country, having them by your side will reduce many troubles and bring a lot of convenience!"
"fine!"
Feng Bingwen strongly agreed with his parents' decision and ideas. After all, under normal circumstances, no cultivator would harm someone with good fortune; that would only bring trouble upon themselves.
However, that's what he said. After his parents rested, he would inevitably have to have a heart-to-heart talk with these guys. If they simply wanted to borrow his luck, then it wouldn't hurt to let them take advantage of it. But if they had any other inappropriate thoughts, then they shouldn't blame him, Feng Daozi, for being ruthless.
"By the way, you're practically dead in your sect now, so there must be some junior sisters or senior sisters who admire you, right? Why don't you bring one or two back for your mother to see?"
After a heart-to-heart talk between mother and son, the topic eventually veered towards the direction that Feng Bingwen disliked the most.
"I'm not that old, there's no rush!"
Feng Bingwen had a lot of complaints, but she couldn't tell her mother.
Even flying eight hundred miles from the gate of the Supreme Dao Mountain, he couldn't find a single living person. Where was he supposed to find his senior and junior sisters?
As for those disciples who are considered his peers, the youngest of them is old enough to rival his mother, and the older ones are probably older than his father. Cultivators should never judge a person's age by their appearance.
"With your current cultivation level, how many years of lifespan do you have?"
Yu Huilian looked her son up and down, but didn't press him any further, appearing quite open-minded.
"At least a thousand years."
Feng Bingwen said firmly.
He felt that his family members needed to change their mindset and stop thinking from the perspective of ordinary people. Putting aside everything else, as long as he was alive, the Feng family bloodline would not be severed.
"So many? Then you must be like an immortal!"
Even though Yu Huilian's horizons had broadened over the years, she was still stunned when she heard her son's words. If she remembered correctly, the strongest guard they had hired had only lived to be about a hundred years old, seemingly with little time left in his life.
"Well, I'm still a bit short. I can't be considered an immortal, but with my cultivation level, if I don't reveal my age, I'm qualified to be called a senior when I'm out in the world."
"My Wen'er is amazing!"
Yu Huilian beamed with joy.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing his mother's praise, Feng Bingwen laughed. Just when he thought he had gotten away with it, he saw his mother's expression turn serious.
"However, even if you are an immortal, you should find a Daoist partner. After all, you have such a long lifespan, it would be too lonely to always be alone!"
“Mother is right, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t seek a Daoist partner. I just feel there’s no need to rush!”
"Hmm, what you said makes sense."
Yu Huilian nodded in agreement. If her son wasn't lying, then she had to be very careful in choosing a partner.
If her son's aptitude is lacking and his cultivation level is not up to par, the Daoist partner she found will become a withered skeleton while her son is still in his prime. In that case, it would be better not to find one at all.
"Feng Bingwen, why didn't you wait for us? Did you think we wouldn't be able to find you just because you ran far away?"
Just when Feng Bingwen thought the matter was about to end, a melodious voice, like the cry of a phoenix, rang out.
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