Just as Feng Bingwen was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a loud, aged laugh came from above.
"Hahaha, I've kept you waiting, sage. I'm here."
Hearing the laughter, Feng Bingwen looked up in bewilderment and immediately saw a flamboyant old man dressed in white, with white hair and a youthful face, who could be described as having the air of an immortal, descending step by step from the sky, and finally standing in front of him under his puzzled gaze.
“Sun Siyuan, courtesy name Dongshan, of the Tongtian Sword Sect. If the sage does not mind, you may call me…”
"Wait a moment."
When Feng Bingwen saw the old man bowing to him with the respect due to a disciple, he finally couldn't help but speak up to stop him.
"Senior, are you mistaken for someone else? I'm no saint!"
"Did I mistake you for someone else?"
The old man stood up, first looking at the elegant scenery of the lake and mountains around him, and then looking Feng Bingwen up and down, who seemed to be somewhat bewildered. However, after sensing the immortal spiritual energy that Feng Bingwen unintentionally exuded, he confirmed his thoughts and also seemed to have gained some insight.
"No, I did not admit my mistake, it's just that I came at the wrong time."
"Uh, senior, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Feng Bingwen was unsure of the old man's exact cultivation level, but he could sense the sword intent contained within the old man's body—a sword intent powerful enough to split mountains and cleave rivers, capable of crushing him without any problem.
But this old man suddenly appeared in front of him and respectfully bowed to him as a disciple, acting as if he were a junior, which really caught him off guard.
What's going on here? Is it possible that pretending to be young is all the rage in the cultivation world right now?
"May I ask if you are Young Master Feng Bingwen?"
Although he could tell that the child in front of him was not the sage he truly wanted to visit, Sun Siyuan was still very polite and treated him as a peer, or even an elder.
"It is indeed I, but I am unworthy of being addressed as such by a senior gentleman."
Feng Bingwen then realized that the Xuan Tian Dao cultivator who had visited him earlier had probably behaved strangely because of the Heavenly Book.
The old swordsman before him, whose cultivation was unfathomable, had previously had no interaction with him. Now, he suddenly appeared before him, addressing him as a sage. This was probably due to the influence of him being carried away by the Qilin.
If that's the case, then it's not surprising that the old swordsman reacted this way.
The word "sage" represents not only immense power, but also vast knowledge and a far-sighted vision that sees through the ages. In endless despair and darkness, they sacrifice themselves to pave the way for the future of their people.
To be honest, when Feng Bingwen first returned, he was somewhat looking forward to the scene where he was mistaken for a reincarnated sage. He even fantasized about the ghosts and gods who had witnessed him being carried away by the Qilin rushing over to visit him after hearing the news of his return.
But there was nothing, absolutely nothing.
After achieving his innate Dao body in that hidden cave, he has lived a very peaceful life since returning, even too peacefully. No one has bothered him, even though he has already shown himself before the City God and has not deliberately concealed his existence.
This tranquility made Feng Bingwen feel somewhat ashamed, realizing that he had taken himself too seriously, to the point of fantasizing and expecting unrealistic scenarios.
But Feng Bingwen had no idea that less than a quarter of an hour after he came out and met the City God, the Emperor of Daqian learned of his return. He then quickly summoned the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, and after a brief discussion, issued a strict order.
No one may harass Feng Bingwen for any reason. Any cultivator who acts strangely or attempts to approach the reincarnated sage without cause may be detained and, if necessary, executed on the spot.
Because of this stern order, Feng Bingwen's life before and after his return remained almost unchanged, and the scene he had hoped for—being surrounded and fawned over by a group of ghosts and gods—did not materialize.
However, just as Feng Bingwen had given up his illusions and was diligently cultivating, an old sword cultivator with an air of otherworldly wisdom appeared. His respectful attitude greatly satisfied Feng Bingwen's vanity.
Of course, while he was satisfied, he still had to maintain the necessary attitude. He wasn't some reincarnated saint; he was just an ordinary cultivator who had slightly increased his cultivation talent.
"What's wrong with that?"
The old swordsman seemed quite straightforward, and the main reason for his attitude was that he could confirm the identity of the child in front of him—that he was definitely a reincarnation of a sage.
The child's ethereal aura, which even made him feel inferior, was something he had always longed for. He had been fortunate enough to witness a reincarnated immortal once, but even that immortal, at the same level, could not cultivate such true energy.
Therefore, he must be a reincarnation of a sage, there is no mistake.
But for some reason, the sage did not restore his memories. He did not believe that the sage was incapable of doing so, but simply chose not to.
"If I weren't afraid of being hunted down by my sect leader, I would like to serve you by your side."
"That won't be necessary."
Feng Bingwen was also taken aback by these almost flattering words. He did not expect that this old sword cultivator, who looked so upright and even had a proud sword aura, would actually say such a thing.
"It was just a joke, Young Master Feng, please don't take it to heart. I am now in a high position of power, and there are many things I can't control. I can't just do what I want."
Sun Siyuan smiled. Although the person in front of him was a reincarnated sage, he was not in the state he wanted. Therefore, he also had the intention to leave and took out a cloth bag from his body.
"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. I heard that Young Master Feng was looking for a minor evil cultivator named Jiang Yang, so I took it upon myself to send my disciple to search for him."
It just so happened that they encountered the resurrection of that Asura's remnant soul. If this remnant soul had been given some time to recover, it would surely have become a great calamity in the future. However, Young Master Feng foresaw this and nipped the danger in the bud.
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Upon hearing the old swordsman's words, Feng Bingwen felt a huge question mark appear in his mind. What was all this about?
"However, I don't know what you intend to do with this remnant soul, Young Master Feng, so I accepted it as a small gift for this visit. I hope you won't find it offensive."
As he spoke, the old man handed the cloth bag in his hand to Feng Bingwen, who accepted it expressionlessly.
"Storage bag!"
Upon handling that seemingly unremarkable, even somewhat shabby, cloth bag, Feng Bingwen immediately understood its mystery: it was the very storage bag that countless rogue cultivators had sought but could not obtain.
In a flash of inspiration, a burst of five-colored immortal energy erupted from Feng Bingwen's hand, instantly transforming the originally plain and unadorned cloth bag, which appeared to be made of extremely rough material, into a radiant light. The light then subsided, returning the bag to its original state.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen felt as if he had gained something in his hand. His spiritual sense naturally extended, and he immediately saw a faint and empty "bubble".
The "bubble" wasn't large; it was only big enough to fit the island in the middle of the lake beneath his feet. There was nothing inside except a purple-gold bell shrouded in malevolent energy. What caught Feng Bingwen's attention the most was a fierce-looking, burly eight-armed demon above the purple-gold bell.
"This is my calamity!"
Upon seeing this eight-armed demon with only half a body, Feng Bingwen immediately understood.
His ordeal was averted once again, and someone even packed it up and presented it to him as a gift.
"This is truly..."
Upon realizing the reason behind it, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but show a look of bewilderment, as if he were both laughing and crying.
"Young Master Feng seems quite satisfied with the gift I prepared."
"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied."
Feng Bingwen couldn't keep a straight face at this moment. After all, the other party had shielded him from a calamity. Although this almost flattering attitude probably meant that the other party had other intentions, that was a matter for later.
"That……"
Looking at the smiling child, the old swordsman felt relaxed and content, thinking that he had achieved his goal. However, just as he was about to take his leave, a sense of unease rose in his heart.
"Oh, sir, there are guests here. It seems I've come at the wrong time!"
Without a sound, the old swordsman was surprised to find a refined and easy-going middle-aged man standing beside him.
"Xuan Ting Dragon Lord!"
Seeing the Dragon Lord beside him, the old sword cultivator suppressed the urge to transform into sword light and escape. Although his cultivation level was not low, he was still one step away from attaining immortality.
This step is the abyss. The true dragon before him, who is on par with immortals, can be dealt with with just one claw.
"Lord Longjun!"
Upon seeing this suddenly appearing Dragon Lord, Feng Bingwen's smile became even more genuine, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself inwardly.
"How come everything happened at the same time?"
"Wow, in just a few months, you seem to have undergone a complete transformation!"
With just one glance, Xuan Ting Longjun Xi Muqing could see the extraordinary nature of Feng Bingwen. He had previously been able to see Feng Bingwen's true form through the Dharma image that Feng Bingwen had pieced together.
Now that we're face to face, what we can see is naturally more...
snort!
The Dragon Lord let out a muffled groan, his tall and handsome body trembled violently, and a large amount of Kui Water essence dissipated. The originally clear sky instantly darkened, and thunder rumbled.
"Hahaha, this Dragon Lord, just because he's transformed into a true dragon, he dares to look around recklessly. Doesn't he even know who's standing in front of him? How could he possibly see the true nature of a reincarnated sage?"
The old swordsman, who was suffering under the pressure of the true dragon but was unwilling to flee for the sake of the human race's reputation, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the dragon lord being humiliated, though he didn't show it on his face.
"I apologize; it was my rudeness!"
Xi Muqing, whose figure seemed somewhat unreal, bowed to Feng Bingwen in apology.
He sensed the immortal aura emanating from Feng Bingwen and couldn't help but want to investigate. However, when he looked over, he saw a cyan figure pointing a finger at him.
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