Loo-hoo-hoo—
With a loud crowing of a rooster, the dawn of yin and yang in harmony quietly arrives, as yin energy descends and yang energy rises.
In an inconspicuous tile-roofed house in Fengjia Village, a golden light, accompanied by a faint sandalwood scent, rose into the air and then drifted away towards the county town, disappearing in the blink of an eye, covering a hundred miles in an instant.
In that golden-tiled house, Feng Bingwen sat cross-legged on the bed, deep in thought. At his request, Judge Wu had demonstrated the internal martial arts techniques he knew.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen could easily become a martial arts cultivator if he wanted to, because he already knew the basic internal energy cultivation methods by heart, and his physical strength had long surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, making it extremely easy for him to enter the sect.
However, Feng Bingwen was in no hurry to embark on the path of martial arts, because he felt it wasn't enough. If he wanted to enter the Dao, he needed to build the best foundation for cultivation, rather than regretting it after reaching a certain level.
Well, just like what that judge said modestly, in Feng Bingwen's eyes, the martial arts and internal skills he possessed were far too inferior and worthless. They were only good for broadening one's horizons, and not for cultivation.
However, Feng Bingwen had finally figured out the difference between martial arts and immortality. Martial arts is the way of humanity to learn from all things, and the source of its power comes from the human body itself.
Martial arts training involves tempering the body and strengthening the body's vital energy. Once a certain level is reached, one can cultivate a breath within the vital energy, which is known as internal strength.
It is precisely because the source of this power is oneself that the threshold for practicing martial arts is extremely low. However, to cultivate internal energy that can be perceived requires considerable effort and sweat. Of course, financial resources for maintaining one's health are also indispensable.
As for the cultivation of immortality, it is just as mortals imagine: eating the clouds and consuming the vital energy.
In the cultivation of immortality, the first breath one condenses is drawn in from outside the body.
This is why the threshold for cultivating immortality is extremely high. Even if a person of mediocre talent wastes their entire life, they will not be able to feel the "Qi" that fills the world, let alone introduce it into their body and make it their own.
It is precisely because they are different that the paths of immortality and martial arts can be cultivated simultaneously. However, those who wish to achieve success in both paths must be exceptionally talented; otherwise, even the most gifted individuals will become mediocre.
"Wen'er, get up! Why are you lying in bed again? You'll be starting school in two days. You can't be this lazy."
At this moment, a voice rang out from outside the door. Feng Bingwen immediately stopped thinking about cultivating both immortality and martial arts, jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, opened the door and went out.
"I'm up."
Ordinary people's lives are mundane and boring, but Feng Bingwen is able to be content with it because it is precisely because of this mundane life that he can devote most of his mind to immersing himself in the Taoist scriptures given to him by his master.
Then, just like his master, he thoroughly studied the vast collection of Taoist scriptures and created the cultivation method most suitable for himself—if he really couldn't create one, he could just give up, since the Taoist scriptures given by his master also contained many fragments of immortal cultivation methods, many of which were for initiating Qi cultivation.
Spring has arrived, flowers are blooming, and all things are reviving. Since the Lunar New Year, the temperature has been rising steadily and gradually. Snow has stopped falling from the sky, and the snow piled up on the mountain roads has begun to melt.
However, the snow-melting season is colder than when it usually snows, but even in the biting cold, it cannot stop a child from going to the lakeside on his day off.
Thump!
The lake water, which is icy cold and might even kill ordinary people, is like a hot spring to Feng Bingwen. When he enters the lake, he feels comfortable and refreshed, and his whole body feels warm.
After entering the lake, a silver dragon soul swam out from his abdomen, circled his body, and the handsome child with delicate features and bright black eyes transformed into a silver-white dragon several meters long.
"It really is different!"
The experience of transforming from a human into a water dragon is naturally different; the most direct feeling is that the power contained within the body increases exponentially.
Transformed into the form of a dragon, Feng Bingwen felt he was now capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. Even before he began cultivating, ordinary martial arts masters at the innate level and immortal masters at the opening of meridians were no match for him. Against him now, they would be like clay chickens and earthenware dogs, easily swept away.
As for cultivators at the next higher level, Feng Bingwen had never seen one, so it was difficult to make a comparison. After all, with each level of advancement, the combat power underwent a dramatic change.
"Huh?"
The dragon roamed the water. As a natural king of the water, even though Feng Bingwen did not deliberately refine and control the water veins in the lake, this area of water flowed according to his will. Therefore, as long as it was within his range, even the slightest changes could not escape his perception.
"People actually come swimming in the water at this time of year?"
Sensing the changes on the lake surface not far away, Feng Bingwen was surprised and curious. With a flick of his tail, he rode the undercurrent in the water and swam toward the place he sensed.
Before long, he saw the ruthless person who dared to swim in the water in this chilly spring weather. It was a martial artist with vigorous blood and energy, and one whose cultivation was quite impressive by ordinary standards.
He submerged his entire body underwater for a long time before surfacing to catch his breath. Then he would dive back into the water and swim at a speed that surpassed that of many fish.
However, this guy was not in good condition. When Feng Bingwen saw him, he also saw Feng Bingwen. He seemed to be frightened. His body trembled, and a large amount of blood mist burst from his chest, staining a part of the water red.
Then, to Feng Bingwen's slightly surprised gaze, the guy who had been swimming quite happily just now flipped over and slowly floated to the surface. If it weren't for the lingering breath on his body, Feng Bingwen would have suspected that the guy had been scared to death.
Even so, Feng Bingwen could sense that the guy was not in good condition, as if he only had half a life left.
"What's this?"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself as he manipulated the water flow to envelop the unconscious man and prevent him from choking.
Just as Feng Bingwen enveloped him with water and created an underwater cannon that allowed him to breathe, an unexpected change occurred.
A dazzling light burst forth in his consciousness, and the Heavenly Book, without wind, turned its pages with a whooshing sound, directly flipping to the line containing the record of misdeeds.
Rescue the serial killer, evil deeds, 200!
This situation left Feng Bingwen stunned, but what surprised him even more was that the ancient seal script recorded in this line was actually illusory and transparent.
then
boom--
The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Feng Bingwen caused the bubbles to burst, and the water carrying the power of the dragon rushed into the unconscious man's nasal cavity, filling his lungs. The man struggled in the water for a couple of moments, and then became completely still.
Almost simultaneously, the line of record that had appeared on the celestial book disappeared, and the page turned forward.
Record of good deeds
Slay the serial killer, a meritorious deed, eight hundred!
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