"..."
Hearing the harsh words the golden roc uttered before fleeing to save face, Feng Bingwen stopped in his tracks, squinting as he watched the roc escape further and further away, letting the divine weapon in his hand clang, without giving up the chase.
This divine weapon was indeed fierce and lived up to the ten thousand merits he had expended. However, it had endured a long period of time and was in a dilapidated state. Moreover, it had encountered a master who had never cultivated. It was powerless to kill a roc that was plotting against a water lord.
"Hmm? Why isn't the weapon slave chasing after it anymore?"
Having fled further and further away, and no longer feeling any threat from behind, the Golden-Winged Roc turned its head and looked back, only to see the Dragon General standing amidst the thunder, holding a halberd, squinting at it. The Roc felt puzzled and somewhat regretful.
If the dragon general relentlessly pursues him and leads him further away, he intends to use his true abilities to directly destroy that body and seize the divine weapon that may have slain his Golden-Winged Roc clan's ancestor.
"Are you just going to let me go like this? Will I be able to explain myself when I get back, and won't be in trouble?"
The roc fled further and further away, but the more it thought about it, the more uneasy it felt. Its spiritual sense, honed through countless bloody battles, trembled, and it seemed that a deadly calamity was about to befall it.
"What does it have to do with me? I'll just wait for the Dragon Lord to undergo his tribulation. Once I've blocked the Dragon Lord's path to enlightenment, I'll go after this weapon slave."
Thinking this, the conspicuous golden light crashed into the forest, and somehow disappeared, as if it had vanished from the world.
Meanwhile, Feng Bingwen, who was now suspended in the air and had not continued his pursuit, was surrounded by several bright and dazzling divine lights. As the divine lights expanded, they transformed into magnificent and majestic gods, their divine light vast and boundless.
These were none other than the city gods of several surrounding prefectures. Upon hearing that a ferocious bird from overseas was causing havoc here, they decided to join forces and set up an ambush to see if they could kill this golden-winged bird.
"Alas, Young Master Feng, we only wanted you to lure this ferocious bird to the confluence of the Nine Rivers before surrounding and killing it. We never expected that our plan would fail."
"Young Master Feng possesses extraordinary abilities and astonishing killing power. We underestimated him. He alone caused this golden roc to flee in disarray."
"My lords, please forgive me. I never imagined that my divine weapon would possess such power after it was revived."
Upon seeing the five imposing City Gods before him, Feng Bingwen also showed apologetic expression.
As he had previously promised, he was supposed to use a provocation tactic to lure the roc into the trap set up by the five city gods, leaving it no room to use its escape techniques, and then kill it directly.
However, after his divine weapon was revived, it displayed an off-the-charts level of precision and lethality against the Peng bird clan, which scared the scruffy bird away.
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the five City Gods stared at the menacing halberd in his hand for a moment, then looked at each other and fell silent.
They had all witnessed the battle just now. This disciple of the immortal with an extraordinary background was indeed trying his best to provoke hatred. However, once the divine weapon in his hand was revived, the situation was completely reversed, which was something no one had expected.
"Since this fiend has been frightened away, it probably won't dare to come back. The effect is the same. Even if we set up an ambush and surround it, we might not be able to kill it, after all, this fiend's background is not that of an ordinary mountain demon."
After a long while, a city god spoke up to smooth things over.
“Lord Zhou is right, but now that this matter is settled, I will return home first.”
"I'll go first."
“Young Master Feng, if you are tired from fighting this ferocious demon, please rest for a while. There is no need to rush. We are here to protect the people of this land.”
"I know."
Feng Bingwen cupped his hands in farewell to the City Gods. After they had all turned into divine light and departed, he stood quietly in the wind and rain, expressionless.
Although the City Gods are all virtuous and wise, they were still human beings in life. Even after death, when they are influenced by divinity, they still retain some human emotions.
As a deity worshipped by incense, one can only possess the strongest divine power within the area where one is worshipped. If one leaves the designated area and still wants to maintain combat power, one will need to consume ten or even a hundred times more divine power, or even deplete one's own essence.
He didn't follow the plan and instead scared the roc away, which meant the City Gods had waited in vain and wasted their divine power, causing them to feel somewhat resentful. Feng Bingwen could understand.
“You are worshipped by all people, yet you want to kill this Peng bird. At this moment, how could I, Feng Bingwen, not also wish to eliminate this scourge!”
The god stood in the air, speaking in a low voice, his clear, bright blue dragon eyes filled with killing intent.
He had previously accepted the invitation from the Incense God to surround and kill the Roc. Although the requirement was to personally cut off the head of the Golden-Winged Roc, his real intention was to gain some favor with the attackers.
However, the harsh words the roc left behind made Feng Bingwen change his mind, and a real killing intent arose in his heart. It was a killing intent to wipe it out of this world at any cost, regardless of any gains or losses.
"You saw through the essence of my Dharma form and even remembered my divine soul aura? Heh, as expected of a descendant of a divine bird on par with a true dragon. However, you've seen too much."
The Crimson-Armored Dragon descended amidst the wind and rain, entering the devastated forest from the recent battle. He sat cross-legged on a reclining blue stone standing in the rushing stream, closed his eyes, and regained his composure.
"A celestial book!"
While Feng Bingwen was safely in the Feng family mansion, he silently called out, and the celestial book that seemed to be able to attract infinite causal power appeared in Feng Bingwen's consciousness with billions of rays of light.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: 57,600 ( )
Misdeeds: 2175
"May you pray!"
"With overwhelming force, the magic weapon that suppressed the Golden-Winged Roc was annihilated, leaving it no chance of survival. Its true spirit was destroyed and could not enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
Wow~
A pale golden flame ignited on the Heavenly Book, a raging fire far surpassing any previous prayer in its intensity. Thus, within just a few breaths of burning, the merit points had decreased by ten thousand.
Feng Bingwen watched this scene intently, unconcerned, even somewhat excited. The fact that the flame could ignite meant that the Heavenly Book could fulfill his prayers.
A few breaths later, his expression changed again, because he had lost another 10,000 merits, and the burning speed was many times faster than the speed at which he gained merits.
"Twenty thousand already, isn't that enough?"
Feng Bingwen's expression began to change. The divine weapon he obtained with 10,000 good deeds was enough to chase the Peng bird away. Now he just wanted a magic weapon that could instantly crush him. 20,000 good deeds were not enough.
Now that the prayers had begun and the Heavenly Book had responded, it would naturally not stop for any reason. Under Feng Bingwen's increasingly indifferent gaze, the number of good deeds decreased, while the flame burned brighter and brighter.
Twenty thousand!
Thirty thousand!
...
fifty thousand!
"Damn it, we've already used 50,000, and we still can't kill him? Stop now, leave me some spare change!"
Seeing that all the good deeds he had worked so hard to accumulate were about to be burned away, Feng Bingwen could no longer hold back. He had thought he was already very wealthy, but now it seemed that it was not enough to cover the cost of the Heavenly Book.
It seemed that Feng Bingwen's shouts had an effect, because the pale golden flame that had been burning brighter and brighter finally began to wane. Under Feng Bingwen's gratified gaze, it quickly shrank and eventually disappeared.
Good deeds: 6,600
This time, the amount of merit burned reached 51,000, which was unprecedented and far exceeded Feng Bingwen's expectations, breaking through his psychological bottom line.
"My Immortal-grade Dao Foundation!"
Feng Bingwen felt his heart bleeding, and his smooth, tender face twitched slightly, becoming somewhat distorted.
He thought that if he worked hard, he would be able to gain enough merit by slaying demons and monsters and saving people during this great calamity of humanity, and obtain the innate spiritual object to forge his immortal foundation.
But now it seems that it's not enough at all. He spends as much of his good deeds as he gets them, and he can't accumulate any.
But the roc that dared to threaten him and claim it would cause trouble for him couldn't be left unkilled.
"It's worth it. The Heavenly Book is always benevolent, and what it gives must match the good deeds consumed. This time it must be worth it as well, so there's no need to feel bad."
Feng Bingwen comforted himself in this way.
Just as he made his wish and the flame on the Heavenly Book went out, in a secret realm filled with bloody aura, piled-up corpses, and flowing blood, one after another sharp sword aura soared into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.
This once peaceful, blood-soaked, and malevolent realm was suddenly thrown into turmoil.
The sword energy bursting forth from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood was incomparably sharp. No matter how miraculous the corpses were, whether they had scales, claws, or hair, once they were touched by this sword energy, they would turn into dust, and their essence would be completely plundered.
cracking!
Seemingly unwilling to be so ravaged, boundless malevolent energy surged from a mountain of corpses, converging on one of the most powerful corpses in life.
Suddenly, the tattered corpse, which had been dead for countless years, once again unfurled its wings, its golden feathers so dazzling and radiant in this space that it seemed as if the sun had fallen into it, radiating boundless brilliance.
Clang~
But before the corpse could display the power it once wielded in life, a portion of the sword energy that was already rampaging in this secret realm split off and converged into a single stream, like a crimson dragon, which fell from the sky and poured directly into the fiendish corpse filled with resentment and bitterness.
Bang!
The newly revived Peng bird corpse collapsed, and the crimson sword energy above its skull dissipated, revealing an ancient and imposing sword.
Similar scenes are common in this secret realm filled with the corpses of demons; demon corpses unwilling to perish are instantly killed the moment they move.
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