Feng Bingwen felt deeply saddened by his master's cold and indifferent response, and couldn't help but wonder when his master had become so heartless, when he wasn't like this at the beginning.
He vividly remembered that when he first met his master, he had saved his master's life, greatly slowing down his recovery time, and in return, he had the opportunity to receive guidance from him.
That was the beginning of Feng Bingwen's true rise and transformation. In that short month, Feng Bingwen was guided by his master to officially embark on the path of cultivation, no longer ignorant and passively using the power of the Dragon Ball.
I remember that his master was very enthusiastic back then. No matter what questions he asked, he was able to answer his doubts very calmly.
Unlike now, when they were so indifferent, as if they had cultivated the legendary state of detachment from emotions.
Of course, such a cultivation method that abandons humanity and conforms to the way of heaven is rejected by cultivators. Even if it can improve the efficiency of cultivation to some extent, or even make up for some of the defects in talent, few people will do it. After all, without the seven emotions and six desires, immortality would lose much of its meaning.
"Master, I wish to request the method of cultivating the Dharma Body from you!"
Since his master was so efficient and decisive, Feng Bingwen didn't hesitate to act as well as he could, lest he delay his master's cultivation.
"..."
Silence reigned within the Dharma Seal. Feng Bingwen did not continue to disturb them, but waited patiently.
Come to my blessed land!
Soon, Feng Bingwen received the reply he wanted.
"Where is your blessed land? I will go and pay my respects!"
Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up, and he stood up impatiently, ignoring the monkey head beside him.
There was no other way. If he put this monkey into his Sumeru Paradise, he felt that the little humans would have no way to survive. This monkey's temperament was already too eccentric. If it went in, who knew how many little humans it would wreak havoc on.
"master!"
"I'm going to see my master. We'll talk about your matter later!"
As Feng Bingwen stepped out of the Dao Palace, a golden rainbow stretched from the endless distance, finally stopping at Feng Bingwen's feet and transforming into a wide golden avenue.
"Yuan Sheng!"
Feng Bingwen stepped onto the golden rainbow, turned around to look at the monkey that had caught up with him, and a sheepish smile appeared on his face.
"My master has something to ask me to attend to, so I have to go ahead. Don't worry about your matter; I will fulfill my promise to you. Rest assured!"
After offering a few perfunctory words, Feng Bingwen stepped onto the golden rainbow and vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind a snarling monkey and a group of followers who rushed over.
"Master, is this your blessed land?"
Meanwhile, Feng Bingwen, who had stood up his followers, stood atop a majestic immortal mountain, gazing enviously at the giant moving below, a faint scent of green lemon permeating the air.
"Um!"
Beside Feng Bingwen, a young Taoist priest who looked to be about the same age as Feng Bingwen, dressed simply, sat cross-legged on a slanting cliff cypress, exuding a natural Taoist charm of tranquility, inaction, and detachment from worldly strife!
"I wish I had a father who was like a celestial being!"
Feng Bingwen looked down at the giant and said sourly, his eyes even slightly red.
There's no way to compare them. They're both blessed lands, but the blessed land he was assigned is so different from the one his master possessed that they're completely incomparable.
Although Feng Bingwen learned from the Dao Master that a giant race of only a thousand people lived in the blessed land assigned to his master, he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. After all, for humans, anyone who was about ten feet tall could be called a giant.
But today, Feng Bingwen shamelessly entered the blessed land under the control of his father and master, and saw what the giants there looked like!
It's not high, only about 100 zhang per person. They might not be able to carry the sea, but if you gather a few people together, they can easily flatten a few mountains.
These giants, if you pick any one of them, even if it's just a toddler who hasn't even grown all his teeth yet, as long as you throw him into his Sumeru Paradise, he could easily destroy several countries without any problem.
What is a gap? This is what a gap is!
Both families were assigned blessed lands, but his master had a celestial father, and his subordinates were directly given a group of giants who were suspected of having ancient bloodlines. After the sixty-year period, they could even take some of them away.
And what about him? He was assigned a group of scoundrels under his command. Although there were many of them, they had no advantages other than sheer numbers. He had worked hard and toiled for decades, and it was very likely that he would not even be as successful as his master who had slacked off for sixty years.
There's no way around it; the gap between races is simply too vast. While it's not insurmountable, the cost of bridging this gap is far too high.
How can a tiny person who is only three inches tall defeat a giant whose race's average height is a hundred feet?
Almost impossible!
As Feng Bingwen watched the giants moving about in the mountains, his gaze became increasingly uneasy. These giants were like furnaces of blood and energy; even without doing anything, the aura emanating from them could distort the void.
Feng Bingwen looked on with extreme envy. This group of giants definitely possessed an extraordinary bloodline. Even if they did nothing, they could still hold their own against immortal cultivators.
The Gene Era
What Feng Bingwen envied most was that his master could choose a portion of the income to take on as a disciple.
Compared to this, the little figures in his blessed land, which were not even as good as figurines, were simply unbearable to look at.
How many resources and how much effort would he have to invest to ensure that those little guys wouldn't be instantly crushed by a single punch when facing the giants under his master's command?
Oh, no, the prerequisite for destroying it is that those giants have to see it. To those giants, a three-inch-tall person is no different from dust, and can be ignored.
"Um!?"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's sour voice, the young cultivator sitting cross-legged on the cliff cypress turned his head with some confusion.
Why are you saying all this?
"Master, do you know what kind of race lives in the blessed land I was assigned to?"
Feng Bingwen said in a low voice, his eyes already showing a hint of blue.
He was considering whether, by relying on his master's status as the first and only disciple, he could ask for the giants. He didn't want more than a few.
Ninety-eight people will do. He didn't know if the number was right or wrong, but he knew that this number would definitely be enough to ensure the continuation of a clan's bloodline!
Of course, Feng Bingwen knew he was dreaming. Even his master might not be able to take away nearly a tenth of the giants, let alone him.
What ethnic group?
Zhao Junxian had turned his head back, his eyes vacant, gazing at the vast land before him, the giant race that lived and multiplied there, and the barbaric remnants that they used for hunting and scavenging.
"Lilliputians!"
As he spoke, Feng Bingwen gestured with his hands, his words revealing a hint of grievance.
"A tiny person, only three inches tall!"
"Three inches?"
Zhao Junxian, who had been calm and serene, feeling the pervasive Daoist energy of the blessed land, was also startled. He turned his head in surprise, then looked down at a giant who was 180 feet tall walking down the mountain. He then understood why his disciple looked like this.
"Since they were able to enter the blessed land, these little humans must have something special about them!"
"They are indeed special. Their aptitude is similar to that of humans, and they can cultivate. I spent ten days and found sixty-five people with the potential to become immortals!"
Feng Bingwen truthfully recounted the situation of his blessed land.
He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to play the victim and evoke his master's sympathy and maternal instincts. If possible, Master Jia thought he was in too much trouble and asked his celestial father for help in finding him a better place.
"Sixty-five people, that's quite good!"
Zhao Junxian nodded, the surprise on his face gradually fading. That makes sense; those who can blend into the Dao Venerable's blessed land must have something special about them.
"Master only has the potential to become an immortal, but he is not an immortal. He is probably less than one-tenth of the people who can truly unleash that potential!"
Feng Bingwen said miserably, he truly felt miserable.
Talent only determines the upper limit of a person's ultimate achievements, but in reality, the vast majority of people cannot reach this limit even after exhausting their entire lives.
"It's still early days. You'll surely be able to discover more promising individuals in the future. Once you've trained them, you'll naturally have a force that you can use!"
Zhao Junxian said casually that he didn't really care about these things, including the giants below that Feng Bingwen coveted and whose eyes were even starting to glow green. He didn't care much about them either, after all, his father was a Celestial Lord!
Putting everything else aside, he knew that his celestial father had a divine army composed of gods. These gods were not the kind of incense gods who would go weak without the incense offerings of mortals, but rather the true gods of mountains and rivers who possessed imperial decrees.
There's no way around it; celestial beings can create a grotto-heaven, and if they want, mass-producing a group of mountain and water deities is not difficult at all. Compared to them, even these giants with ancient bloodlines are no match.
"..."
Hearing his master's words, Feng Bingwen suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He felt like a starving person who hadn't eaten for days, looking at the rich young master in front of him and asking him to eat meat porridge.
So what if he painstakingly cultivated those promising but incompetent individuals? It wasn't enough for the giant who had just walked past them to slap them down. The gap between races was so vast that it filled him with despair.
"I shouldn't have let the Dao Lord choose for me in the first place; I should have chosen myself!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but mutter to himself. He didn't originally have this resentful feeling, but after seeing his master's blessed land, he changed his mind. There was no way around it; the difference was too great.
It was so great that he couldn't help but wonder if he lacked a celestial father figure compared to his master.
The so-called number one immortal sect of Taoism is actually resorting to nepotism behind the scenes. What's most infuriating is that because he joined the sect so recently, he doesn't have a powerful patron and can't engage in nepotism, so the sect leader has to follow proper procedures.
"Was the blessed land you're in charge of chosen for you by the Dao Lord? I think it's quite good!"
"Yes, it's a choice between two options. I should have come by myself. I haven't even asked what kind of race lives in the other blessed land I can choose!"
Feng Bingwen felt that his Dao Lord had betrayed his trust. Any other race would be better than the Little People. In any case, any race that could infiltrate the Dao Venerable's Blessed Land had its own unique characteristics.
"You're choosing between two options? What a coincidence! I had to choose between two options back in the day!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen mention Dao Master Zhao Junxian, he immediately became more talkative.
"However, I made my own choice and didn't let the Dao Lord do it for me!"
"Master, this is the blessed land you chose back then. What about the other blessed land you were allowed to choose from?"
Feng Bingwen asked curiously, even though he knew the situation would be very discouraging, he couldn't suppress his restless curiosity. He wanted to know how far this number one immortal sect of the human race had fallen and become corrupt.
"The second blessed land I was given to choose from back then was called Wanlong Pond. It was a vast expanse of water with few places to stand, and the humidity was too high, so I didn't like it. That's why I chose this place instead!"
"Wanlong Pool?"
Just from the name, Feng Bingwen knew that this blessed land, which her master had once disliked, must be a hundred times better than the Sumeru Blessed Land that he now controlled.
"This name comes from the people of Hulong, don't worry about it, there isn't even a real dragon inside!"
Zhao Junxian's eyes showed a hint of disdain as he explained to his disciple that there was no need to hold a grudge about it. The Lilliputian Kingdom was really quite nice, at least he thought it was quite good.
"Even if there are no true dragons, there must be flood dragons, and their numbers are not small!"
Feng Bingwen said quietly, "I have seen through this corrupt and decadent world. Nepotism is everywhere, and even the Supreme Immortal Sect, this sacred place of immortals, is not immune to it."
"There are only a few hundred dragons inside, and some dragon species thrown in to make up the numbers. They are actually just some big snakes. The Ten Thousand Dragon Pool is a complete mess. I don't know which senior has ruined the blessed land left by the Dao Venerable into this state!"
Zhao Junxian looked wistful, which made Feng Bingwen feel extremely anxious. If the Daoist had presented him with the option of Wanlong Pool back then, he would have chosen it without even looking.
He's never seen anything good, so he doesn't look down on the Wanlong Pool, which even a real dragon can't use!
"Alright, Master, let's get back to the main topic. Stop bragging to me about your celestial father!"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and pressed his chest. He was fine. There were still some people among the villains who had good aptitude. If they cultivated to the extreme, they might one day be able to slay gods and demons.
"When have I ever boasted to you about my father?"
Zhao Junxian frowned and asked.
"Although you didn't say a word, every word you uttered was profound!"
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