"A true disciple of the Blood River Sect actually fled without a fight. Aren't you afraid of losing face for your sect and incurring the displeasure of your teachers and elders if word gets out?"
With a loud bang, a demon with black wings that had appeared out of nowhere blocked Shi Shan Hai's escape route. Upon seeing this, the burly man's square face became even more gloomy.
"Get out of my way, don't force me to get serious!"
Shi Shanhai had already withdrawn the strange phenomenon. In that instant of contact, he realized that a portion of his power had been absorbed, which was very strange.
Although it is common for demons to devour each other's blood essence and spirit, the premise of devouring is that one side is stronger than the other. There is no reason for the weak to devour the strong.
In the blink of an eye, Shi Shanhai chose to run away. Even though the guy in front of him seemed to be weaker than him, there was clearly something wrong with this kid. He must have been out of his mind to stay and fight.
Of all things, life is the most important. The key reason he has come this far is his cautiousness. He would never act impulsively. What does face matter? As for the dislike of his teachers, haha, there is no such thing in the demonic path.
If you have the ability and know how to get things done, it's easy to get on the good side of an elder or even a temple master. But if you accidentally get killed, that's truly frustrating.
"Tsk, you guys run away at the slightest sign of trouble. This is making things very difficult for me!"
Shen Bei tapped his head, feeling a bit of a headache. Since entering the demonic path, he hadn't encountered many stubborn kids. They were all extremely afraid of death and had the best skills at running away.
This meant that when Shen Bei was eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, he had to go to great lengths to kill them with overwhelming power.
"..."
Seeing Shen Bei's fearless demeanor, Shi Shan Hai didn't say a word. He flipped his hand and took out a flying shuttle, tossed it lightly, and after it grew to several tens of feet in length, he stepped into it. Then, he turned into a streak of blood light and fled into the distance.
Such a decisive attitude even made Shen Bei's face twitch a couple of times. To be honest, the escape skills of this true disciple of the demonic path were indeed the strongest he had ever seen.
"Too bad, I was prepared for this!"
The demon grinned wildly, its serrated fangs appearing even whiter. Behind it, lightning crackled across its large, jet-black wings. Then, the demon vanished from its spot, chasing after the direction the flying shuttle had fled.
"The one who just fled, if I'm not mistaken, seems to be Shi Zhenjun of the Blood River Holy Sect, one of the ten true disciples of the Blood River Holy Sect, ranked seventh. Who is the one chasing him? He looks quite unfamiliar!"
"You're quite ignorant. The one chasing him, I recognize, is the Blood Corpse King, Shen Bei, who has recently risen to prominence. He's a bloodthirsty and brutal madman who kills anyone he sees!"
"Chen Bei? Never heard of him. Is he a newly promoted true disciple of the Corpse King Palace?"
"What true disciple? I heard this is his first time going down the mountain and he hasn't gone back yet, so he's still just an inner disciple!"
"Hiss~"
Shen Bei, who was already somewhat famous in a certain area for his crazy slaughter, became even more well-known after he hunted down the true disciple of the Blood River Sect, and could be considered to have truly made a name for himself.
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Slaying evil, performing good deeds, seventy-six thousand eight hundred ( )
Within the gates of the Supreme Dao, the avatar carrying a spiritual consciousness paused slightly. Its originally serene smile became somewhat unrestrained and flamboyant, a joy that came from the bottom of its heart and could not be suppressed and revealed on its surface.
It must be said that every single one of the demonic disciples truly lived up to the promise of a "gift package of good deeds" that Feng Bingwen had given them. The higher their strength and cultivation, the greater the reward of good deeds they would receive after killing someone. This shows just how many sins these guys had committed during their cultivation.
This is just a mere true disciple, not even among the top in the true lineage. One day, when his avatar becomes stronger, how much merit will he gain by secretly killing a few demonic elders or sect leaders?
I dare not even think about it. If that time really comes, wouldn't he be like a bird taking off from the ground? Immortality would be just around the corner.
"Avoid impatience and haste; steady and methodical progress is the key!"
Feng Bingwen repeated a few words to himself to calm his mind before continuing to walk forward.
There was no other way; whether it was the main body, the clone, or the avatar, they all shared the same consciousness. Feng Bingwen had no intention of giving the clone or avatar an independent personality. Although synchronizing memories at all times was a bit troublesome, he was happy with it.
For example, before successfully killing the Blood River disciple, his demonic avatar forcibly plundered the disciple's talent through some extremely underhanded means, thus strengthening its own foundation.
While doing these things, the avatar that Feng Bingwen sent out was preparing to visit his senior sister, who was extremely skilled in alchemy, or as he could be called, his senior uncle.
As to how to address someone, it depends on the person's opinion. According to the female cultivator's usual preference, she might be happier to be called "Senior Sister," since calling someone "Uncle-Master" or "Master Uncle" would make them sound old for no reason.
Although the senior sister who was able to refine the elixir might actually be older than Feng Bingwen's grandmother, she was, after all, a cultivator. Subtracting the time spent in seclusion, her actual mental age was probably only in her twenties or thirties, so it's not surprising that she maintained a youthful mindset.
"master!"
After wandering aimlessly around the mountain gate like a headless fly for most of the day, the avatar of the Dharma finally had no choice but to seek out its master.
There was no way around it; the terrain inside the mountain gate was somewhat different from before. Although he had been there once before, it was basically useless. The terrain had been reshaped, and at first glance it seemed no different from anything else, but upon closer inspection, one could see the clues.
"What is it?"
Although the divine thoughts emanating from the Zhanmeng Dharma Seal still appeared extremely peaceful, Feng Bingwen could faintly sense a trace of impatience.
"This disciple wishes to pay a visit to Martial Uncle Luo!"
"What is it?"
"This disciple wishes to request a copy of the alchemy manual."
"You want to cultivate the Dao of Alchemy?"
Zhao Junxian's tone became serious and earnest.
"I'm not interested in alchemy for now. But if I attain the Heavenly Immortal rank in the future, I might be interested in studying it. I'm asking for it on behalf of one of my disciples."
"You've taken on a disciple?"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Zhao Junxian's attention immediately shifted elsewhere. A slight melancholy crept into his heart; he was clearly still young, yet his seniority had jumped up another level.
"I've taken in two disciples, but their aptitudes aren't very good. I don't plan to bring them into the sect anytime soon; they'll just be left to grow up outside!"
Feng Bingwen said in a gentle tone, "There's no need to tell his master about the reincarnation of a deity. Those who need to know will naturally know."
"You two!"
Hearing that his disciple had taken on two apprentices in a row, Zhao Junxian was somewhat speechless. He was worried that Feng Bingwen was misleading his disciples, but he was also worried that saying this would hurt his disciple's feelings. After thinking about it, he did not dwell on the matter too much.
As for what Feng Bingwen said about the two disciples he had taken in not being very talented, Zhao Junxian didn't care at all. After all, they were chosen by his disciples, so how bad could they be? They couldn't possibly be two useless people who could barely cultivate.
"master!"
"Wait a moment, I'll ask your Martial Aunt Luo. If she's free, I'll take you to see her!"
"good!"
Feng Bingwen had barely nodded when a golden rainbow spread out beneath his feet. He treaded on this golden path and soon arrived at a vast spiritual land, brimming with spiritual energy and celestial vitality.
"Junior Brother Feng, have you come to see Senior Sister to ask me for a copy of my alchemy tips?"
Before Feng Bingwen could look around, a female cultivator dressed in a cloud-patterned palace dress rose from the sea of flowers, holding a jade hoe, and looked at Feng Bingwen with a gentle smile.
"It seems my master has already spoken to you, Senior Sister. Well then, I won't waste your time. I've taken on a disciple who's recently become interested in alchemy, so I've come to chat with him!"
"You've taken on disciples too? Looks like I can't fall too far behind; it's time I found someone to carry on my mantle!"
Upon hearing that Feng Bingwen had come for the disciples he was taking on, Luo Lingxiao blinked, and on a whim, he suddenly felt an urge to take on disciples as well.
"It was a perfect opportunity, a stroke of luck!"
Feng Bingwen chuckled awkwardly. Could he say that he was forced to accept this disciple? Although it was a cause and effect he had to bear, to be honest, given his current level of experience, he still felt that he was not quite qualified.
"Junior brother, where is the disciple you took in? Since she is interested in alchemy, I must test her. Cultivating alchemy is not something that can be done with just interest. If she has no talent, it would be best to give up as soon as possible!"
Luo Lingxiao said that alchemy insights were not particularly valuable to her, but she could give them to others, provided that they had the ability to learn them. Otherwise, wouldn't that be a waste of her hard work?
“My disciple’s aptitude was slightly lacking, so I didn’t bring her to the mountain gate, but instead let her hone her character in the secular world.”
"secular!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Luo Lingxiao's starry eyes flickered, and she spoke after a moment.
"Since we are in the secular world, then I will accompany you on this journey, Junior Brother!"
"Uh, isn't that unnecessary?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen was taken aback. He looked around, even more puzzled.
He was currently in a grotto-heaven, meaning that Senior Sister Luo, with her cultivation at the Yuan Dan realm, had already obtained the qualification to reside there permanently.
This qualification was earned through an almost monstrous talent for alchemy, something that cannot be envied.
"After hearing your words, junior brother, I've also had the idea of taking on a disciple. I'm getting restless and am now planning to go out into the secular world to find a good disciple."
Luo Lingxiao smiled.
"It's just a matter of finding a disciple. I can do it for you, Senior Sister. Why bother you to step into the mortal world?"
Although it was an incarnation of the Dharma Image rather than the real person, Feng Bingwen still felt immense pressure at this moment. Just as the senior sister Luo, who seemed to be a goddess descended from the heavens to the mortal world, said that she was going to the secular world, he felt a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes fall on him.
Without even thinking, Feng Bingwen knew what was going on. The senior sister Luo in front of him was a key alchemist being trained by the Supreme Dao. Even immortals could take elixirs.
There are very few pills that can be effective for immortals, and those who can refine immortal pills are even rarer. Even in the Supreme Dao, they are treated as precious treasures.
With just a few words, Feng Bingwen lured a master alchemist who was originally devoted to alchemy to take a trip to the secular world, which naturally attracted the attention of a certain elder.
"Is Junior Brother proficient in alchemy?"
"No, that's not true!"
"Since you are not knowledgeable in alchemy, how can you find me a disciple?"
Luo Lingxiao countered with a question, leaving Feng Bingwen speechless for a moment. However, he could feel the gaze upon him growing even heavier, and his Dharma form was on the verge of collapse.
If he could, Feng Bingwen would like to disintegrate himself, but obviously he can't. He had to fill in the roots that he had dug up himself, otherwise it would bring disaster to the original body.
"To be honest, the world is in a bit of turmoil right now. There are demons lurking in the outer realms, and traces of remnants of the demonic path can be found in the Nine Provinces. It is really not a good time to set foot in the mortal world!"
Feng Bingwen had no choice but to try to persuade Senior Sister Luo to come down.
"Junior brother, don't forget, I entered the sect before you. If I hadn't been so engrossed in alchemy that my attention was diverted, your master probably wouldn't be a match for me!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's kind words, Luo Lingxiao immediately smiled, but her smile lacked warmth, as if she had been slighted.
"Senior sister, please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that the immortal path values life, and now is indeed not a good time to enter the mortal world!"
Feng Bingwen felt a great headache coming on.
"With my Supreme Dao suppressing the universe, a few extraterrestrial demons are nothing to worry about. As for the remnants of the demonic path, they are just some cowardly creatures hiding their heads and tails, not worth mentioning."
Luo Lingxiao didn't care at all about the life-threatening threats that Feng Bingwen mentioned.
"If you are unwilling, I will enter the world alone."
"Senior sister, what kind of talk is that!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was regretting his actions, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the exotic flowers and plants surrounding his senior sister, and his eyes lit up.
"By the way, if you were to enter the mortal world with me, it would be at least half a year, and at most three to five years. I'm afraid you won't be able to come back for a while. What if your herb garden is abandoned?"
"It's alright. Without my care, it wouldn't last three to five years. Let it wither and die. That means it's of poor quality, saving me trouble when I'm refining pills!"
Luo Lingxiao said calmly.
"Uh, Senior Sister, don't you have any Dharma Images or anything? Sending out a Dharma Image to carry spiritual consciousness is the same thing."
"I don't have time to practice!"
Luo Lingxiao's words were concise and to the point, and his reasons were quite valid: What's the point of cultivation? Alchemy is much more enjoyable.
"Fine, you accompany her to the Nine Provinces. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible!"
A slightly helpless sigh rang out, and then Feng Bingwen felt something within the Dharma Image's body.
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