"die!"
As the dragon general, standing atop the clouds, roared, the thunder and lightning that were already roaming in the dark clouds seemed to receive the king's command.
Hundreds of bolts of lightning fell from the sky, striking the ever-changing demonic clouds below. The great demons within, who had been plotting to plunder the people and feast on human blood, were immediately terrified.
Which demon or monster is not afraid of thunder?
Even those dragons that can manipulate clouds and rain and command thunder, if they are truly struck by calamity and face the mighty power of heaven, will still face a life-or-death situation.
"God, spare my life!"
Under the thunder, the hunched demon begged for mercy, but Feng Bingwen could not hear its howls. Under the rolling thunder, a hundred or so bolts of lightning cleaved away the foul-smelling demon clouds surrounding it.
The remaining lightning struck it all at once. No matter how strong the demon's body was, forged over hundreds of years, even with its steel-like bones, it was reduced to charred ash by the heavenly lightning.
A foul smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted through the rain. The great demon swayed in the air for a few moments before falling downwards. The mortals below had already wisely moved aside, clearing a large open space for the towering demon to land and splash mud and water.
At that moment, the people who were nearby saw clearly what the demon's true form was. Although it looked humanoid, the huge tortoise shell on its back revealed its origin.
"I thought it was some kind of great monster, but it's just a green-haired turtle that has come to life!"
"She's so ugly!"
"This guy is really shameless. He hasn't even melted away the tortoise shell yet, and he still dares to call himself the Green-Haired Ancestor."
"Nonsense."
"Is that green-haired turtle dead or not? If it's not, let's hurry up and finish it off with a few more sword strikes."
The people, though exhausted, were still excited by the sight of the gods descending upon the demons. They whispered among themselves and discussed the story.
The young Taoist priests, who hadn't even had a chance to use their magic, also joined in, wondering if they should go up and unleash a couple of sword strikes so they could have something to brag about when they returned to their sect.
We will join the gods to slay the great demon!
"You all must not be rude. That senior is still watching from heaven. If that great demon were still alive, the heavenly lightning would have struck him down long ago, and he would definitely be dead."
A quick-thinking Taoist priest looked up and glanced at the top. The divine general standing at the top of the parted clouds was so majestic and dazzling that he dared not look at it for long and quickly tugged at the sleeve of his fellow disciple.
"That senior colleague hasn't left yet."
"They're gone, they're gone."
"Hey, senior's gone."
"Senior, you don't want this demonic corpse anymore?"
The young Taoist priests were somewhat bewildered. They looked up at the sky, where the thick clouds that had just been torn apart had closed up again. With the torrential rain pouring down, there was no trace of the divine general who had just unleashed hundreds of thunderbolts with his halberd.
"They probably don't want it anymore, since they've already left."
"Does this mean we can take it?"
"If you're not going to take it, what a waste to just leave it here!"
"Fellow senior brothers, I believe that this must be because the senior is so powerful that he didn't want the little demon's poor condition, so he bestowed it upon us."
“Absolutely right, absolutely right. I think Junior Brother is right. That senior must have looked down on this green-haired turtle. He found it too difficult to even reach out and pick it up, so he just left it here. He must have agreed to let us take it.”
"This senior is not a senior member of our sect, so wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to accept this?"
“What’s wrong with that? We are all cultivators. This senior saved humanity from danger and is of noble character. He must have had a plan for this action.”
"Junior brother, don't overthink it. Do you know the principle that one cannot refuse what one's elders have given you?"
"Although they are not our seniors, we will remember this kindness and repay it if we have the opportunity in the future."
"Stop exaggerating. This senior can already command thunder, while we have only just passed the Qi Induction and Breathing stage and have just begun our cultivation."
Who can predict the future?
Upon hearing this, one of the young Taoist priests' eyes filled with vigor and high spirits. This time, during his training trip, he had finally witnessed the supernatural powers possessed by great cultivators, which strengthened his resolve to seek the Dao.
"Stop talking nonsense and deal with this turtle demon quickly. There are quite a few lesser demons and monsters lurking around here. Don't let your guard down and let these demons harm mortals."
In the nearby forest, a group of little demons looked at each other in dismay. They had witnessed the great demon, who could have swallowed them whole, being hacked to death and now being dismembered by a group of young Taoist priests without any dignity.
"Brothers, I suddenly don't want to eat people anymore. I just realized that I should be eating grass. My cultivation should be about absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, not having a mouth full of meat."
A wolf demon stood upright, its two paws, not yet fully transformed, clasped together, mimicking the gesture of a chivalrous knight-errant clasping his hands in a respectful manner, speaking in a solemn tone.
“I think what you said makes sense. I almost went astray because of a momentary lapse of judgment. But it’s not too late to turn back now. Brother, I am willing to follow you into the mountains to cultivate in seclusion.”
A fox raised its paw.
"You two cowards, if you're too scared to eat people, just say so. What are you pretending for?"
"What? You want to eat people? Then don't blame us for cutting ties with you."
"Bullshit, who wants to eat people? What's so good about human flesh? I've heard that human flesh is sour and doesn't taste good."
"Didn't you say you wanted to catch a few people alive?"
"It's not that I've never tried it before, I'm just curious."
"So why aren't you curious now?"
"fear death."
"You're so honest, Lao Liu. Just because you're honest, we can still be brothers."
"Pooh."
Meanwhile, Feng Bingwen, who had only half-crossed the threshold of cultivation but was already regarded as a senior in the cultivation world, sped through the air, not caring at all about being discussed by a group of junior Taoists, nor about this group of cultivation novices dividing up the corpse of the great demon he had killed.
He wasn't stupid; even if he didn't know the exact value of the corpse of a powerful demon that had cultivated for hundreds of years, it must be extremely precious. Although he didn't need it, he could still keep it and exchange it for something else.
But Feng Bingwen still didn't put it away. The main reason was that he was now rich and didn't care about these broken pieces. He had also checked it. The great demon kept calling himself an ancestor, but in reality, the most valuable thing was the tortoise shell on its back, but that thing was really useless.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: 57,600 ( )
Misdeeds: 2175
With 57,000 merits, Feng Bingwen had never been so wealthy. With this accumulation, he naturally looked down on those junk items and casually rewarded them to the newbies.
Of course, there is another reason, which is to play the long game. Although humanity has suffered a great calamity this time, he has accumulated such a large amount of good deeds in a short period of time. However, such a great calamity for humanity may not occur once in a hundred years.
Therefore, he must make plans early for his future spiritual practice. All those who are karmically connected with him, especially those whose fates have been changed by his influence, will bring him varying degrees of good or bad karma through their every action.
It was precisely because he harbored the lazy idea that he could accumulate good karma even without lifting a finger that Feng Bingwen so generously became a disciple of Sudhana, simply slaying demons and monsters without collecting their remains.
Taking Feng Bingwen's things means you've formed a karmic bond with him. If you can rise to great heights because of it, that would be even better.
This is what is meant by cultivating good relationships.
These cultivators who have formed a karmic bond with him do not need to have high cultivation levels in the future. As long as they can uphold cultivation and do one good deed every day, it will be immeasurable merit for him.
If someone accidentally falls into demonic possession and brings about negative consequences, that's fine too; just kill them. Once all the evil people are killed, only the good people remain, and then they will be free from karmic burdens.
"We need to hurry."
Planning his future cultivation, Feng Bingwen's swirling clouds accelerated even further, and his dragon eyes, crackling with lightning, surveyed the land that was almost submerged in water, searching for any man-eating demons that might appear.
Rescuing people in distress not only generates a great deal of good karma, but also incurs negative karma. However, slaying demons who seek to use humans as fuel to enhance their power is much simpler and more straightforward.
Large-scale relief efforts for ordinary people will inevitably rescue some local thugs and bullies. But slaying cannibalistic demons only brings good deeds, not negative karma.
Therefore, in comparison, Feng Bingwen preferred to wield the halberd, summoning thunderbolts to slay demons and monsters.
"Wind God General! Please wait!"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen, who was riding the thunder, heard the shouts. He stopped immediately and saw a bright yellow divine light rise from the earth, pierce through the thunderclouds, and land in front of him, condensing into a deity wearing a red robe and holding a tablet.
"So it's the City God. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The familiar scent of sandalwood wafted through the clouds, and Feng Bingwen's face lit up with joy, showing no sign of annoyance.
In just one day, he had a basic understanding of the general situation around Dongting Lake. This area was densely populated, which meant that incense was burning brightly and the religious rites were flourishing.
This time, the imperial court organized the migration of tens of millions of people. Although it was extremely rushed, it was a proactive plan. Although there were bound to be some disturbances, the overall situation was not chaotic and most things were under control.
It was also expected that demons would take advantage of the situation to cause trouble. The officials of the mortal world and the ghosts and gods of the underworld joined forces to suppress those evil spirits who thought they could take advantage of the chaos.
Therefore, although Feng Bingwen killed quite a few monsters that could be called great demons throughout the day, none of them posed a threat to him.
There's no other reason; the real big shots simply don't show themselves. They're not blind, and the human dynasty has the situation under control, so why would they come out and cause trouble?
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