"I refuse to accept this!"
With his purple-gold crown stripped off, the Monkey King, whose once smooth golden fur was now disheveled, slumped onto the Cloud Dragon Chariot, shouting in frustration. His golden armor was tattered and stained with blood in many places, all of which was his. One of his Cloud-Walking Boots was also missing, making him look extremely miserable and wretched.
What objection do you have?
With the immortal cauldron floating above his head, wisps of mysterious yellow energy dripping down, Feng Bingwen, protected by the Mountain-Moving Cauldron, asked with a smile, "I must say, moving around every now and then really makes me feel happy and refreshed."
"You only managed to suppress me because you relied on the power of the immortal artifact."
"Otherwise what? The Monkey King wants me to possess a celestial artifact, yet he refuses to use it. Isn't that too naive? How can someone so old act like a child?"
Feng Bingwen's sarcasm was merciless.
"If I possessed a celestial artifact..."
"If I were your age, a monster like you wouldn't even be worthy of appearing before me!"
Feng Bingwen interrupted the monkey, standing with his hands behind his back, coldly watching him, his expression even more arrogant than the monkey's.
"If I don't use a celestial artifact, I'll be a realm below you, how can I defeat you? Besides, as a cultivator, it's only natural for me to use magical treasures when we fight."
"..."
The Monkey King fell silent. Although he was very dissatisfied, he had to admit that Feng Bingwen's words made a lot of sense, but he still felt aggrieved.
"If you are not satisfied, we can have another match. I will not use any magical artifacts, but you must let me cut off your limbs and shave off every hair on your body before we can fight."
"Then what's the point of fighting? You might as well just declare yourself the winner!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the Monkey King spoke sullenly.
"Yes, that's right. I've already won. You're my defeated opponent. If it were a life-or-death battle, you wouldn't even have had the chance to feel humiliated. You would have already become a dead soul under my sword, and your flesh and blood would have become the fuel for my magic weapon!"
Feng Bingwen didn't mince words and declared himself the winner. The three demon kings who had been observing remained silent. What else was there to say?
"Sun Yuansheng greets Your Excellency!"
After struggling and contorting for a long time, the monkey finally bowed its head and submitted under Feng Bingwen's gaze.
He could find a thousand excuses, but none of them could change the outcome of this battle. When he fought with someone, he lost, and that was that.
"good!"
Feng Bingwen nodded, then tossed the purple-gold crown he had snatched from the monkey back to him.
"From this day forward, you will be the guardian spirit beast of my Zhanmeng Islands. You monkey offspring don't need to move anymore; you can stay here!"
"Thank you for your kindness, sir!"
Sun Yuansheng adjusted his mindset quickly; he was a naturally intelligent and shrewd demon.
It was one thing to be confused at first, but after becoming king, he came into contact with a wider world, learned about his identity, and knew where he was.
Over the course of sixty years, he had come to know many demons whose talents and bloodlines were no weaker than his, and some were even stronger. However, these great demons who could command the wind and rain and dominate a region in the outside world were all, here, the mounts of the disciples of the Supreme Daoist sect, or the pets kept in captivity.
Therefore, he had long been mentally prepared. He knew that the reason why a spirit beast with such extraordinary bloodline as himself could grow freely in the territory of the Supreme Dao was because one day he would be chosen by a young disciple of the Supreme Dao.
He had also considered which of the Supreme Daoist masters he wanted to follow. Elder Yuqing, who had once praised him and even given him some pointers by chance, was quite suitable.
Unfortunately, that elder loved to travel, and every encounter was a matter of chance, something he could only hope for but never seek out.
Even though he had imagined it a thousand times, he never expected that one day he would be forced to bow his head and call him "Master" by a junior from the Taoist sect who was holding a celestial artifact.
Although it was extremely frustrating, the result was much better than he had imagined. This was someone who had obtained the true teachings of a celestial artifact at the Transcendent Realm, and his future was limitless.
"Where is the cave dwelling? I will take control of the magic array here!"
Feng Bingwen directly inquired about the local bully's situation.
"Please come with me, sir!"
Sun Yuansheng naturally knew where the central point of the magic array that the Supreme Dao had set up in this place was located, so he led Feng Bingwen there.
Feng Bingwen landed on Zhanmeng Island full of anticipation, and then he witnessed the Taoist principle of following nature, which was advocated by the Supreme Tao. The central hub was located in an underground cave, with no trace of human presence around it.
"That's so natural!"
Seeing the cave covered with Daoist runes and talismans, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head. He then took out the jade seal used to control the formation from his pocket. As soon as the seal appeared, it shone brightly, and countless Daoist sects broke away from the cave and merged into it.
Feng Bingwen, who had already refined the jade seal, suddenly felt that his divine sense could extend infinitely, actually covering the entire Zhanmeng Islands, which were a thousand miles in circumference. His spiritual sense seemed to be able to examine the scenery of any place in the archipelago.
But the most crucial point is not that. The key point is that he feels he can manipulate the spiritual energy within these islands, and that the winds, rains, tides, and other phenomena can all be influenced and interfered with by his will.
Such terrifying power even gave Feng Bingwen the illusion that even if a human immortal came to his Zhanmeng Islands with the slightest malice, he would only be suppressed by him.
No, that's not a misconception!
As his mastery of the formations deepened, Feng Bingwen suddenly discovered that the formations on the Zhanmeng Islands could indeed suppress immortals.
This place is a transportation hub connecting the Supreme Dao to the outside world. In other words, the people of the Supreme Dao are all lazy and indifferent. If it were any other sect, such a territory could only be controlled by the direct descendants of the sect.
"Um!"
As Feng Bingwen was experiencing the wonders of the formation that could suppress immortals, he suddenly saw an interesting scene. Without any visible movement, his figure vanished from his original spot and appeared above Zhanmeng Island, gazing into the distance.
"Seventh Brother, what do you mean by this?"
On a large island teeming with spiritual energy, the white peacock Kong Xian glared angrily at Sun Yuansheng, who was blocking his way.
"You may take your respective subordinates and leave from here, but the palaces and pavilions should remain here and not be moved."
"On what grounds?"
Kong Xian, somewhat incredulously, transformed into the seventh brother, a highway robber.
"You've ravaged my master's cave for so long. Now that you're leaving, you should leave some compensation. That's only right. If you're not satisfied, I'll report you to my master and complain to him!"
"Fine, fine, after so many years of brotherhood, how could you treat me like this? Today, we sever all ties and become strangers when we meet again!"
Kong Xian was so angry that his face turned ashen. He immediately cut off a piece of his robe and then left with a group of demons and spirits of extraordinary bloodlines.
Siluke
This scene was fully reflected in Feng Bingwen's eyes. He took a step forward and appeared in front of Sun Yuansheng. The Monkey King was now leading a group of monkeys and his offspring to take stock of the possessions left behind by the Peacock Demon King.
"master!"
"You did a great job!"
Feng Bingwen naturally praised this behavior of taking whatever meat was available for himself. Although it was a performance by these demon kings for him, it was rare to find such a kind heart.
"It's what I should do!"
Sun Yuansheng laughed smugly. In fact, he had always been extremely envious of the residences of his brothers, but unfortunately, he lacked the strength to do so. Now that he had acknowledged the master, he could openly and legitimately take them over.
"Since you know this is what you should do, why don't you hurry up and stop your other brothers? Don't let them plunder my possessions!"
Feng Bingwen was utterly impolite and immediately began to curse. This startled even the unruly monkey king, who then quickly recovered and ordered his monkey followers to intercept his other brothers who were about to leave.
"His attitude is not bad. He can be entrusted with managing the affairs of this island from now on. However, I still need to find my attendants and let them assist me."
Feng Bingwen watched the Monkey King disappear before him, but did not pay any more attention to it. He believed that the demon kings would give him enough face and leave him what should be left behind, and what should not be left behind, he could not take away even if he took action.
Over the next period of time, Feng Bingwen first familiarized himself with the control of the great formation, then went to the mountain gate to find the location of the Daoist Scripture Hall, and then found his followers in a peaceful valley, assigned them corresponding positions, and let them manage his huge cave.
"Finally, things have calmed down!"
After arranging everything, Feng Bingwen sat cross-legged in the newly built Taoist palace, where the calming incense that could aid in cultivation drifted gently.
Although it has only been a short time, he has already experienced the preferential treatment that comes with being a disciple of the Supreme Dao.
Ordinary independent cultivators are busy searching for cultivation resources, and a slight mistake could even cost them their lives. Even in major sects, the vast majority of disciples cannot escape the fate of struggling to collect cultivation resources. Only a very few, the most outstanding disciples, do not have to worry about this.
However, this situation does not occur in the Supreme Dao. Once you enter the mountain gate, there is only one thing to worry about: cultivating and comprehending the Dao, and becoming an immortal as soon as possible.
True disciples like Feng Bingwen are assigned cave dwellings that are hundreds of miles in circumference, and some even thousands of miles in circumference. These are all places rich in spiritual energy, and the output from them is enough to establish a sect or a mansion, let alone just for one person's cultivation.
Thus, Feng Bingwen finally understood why the true lineage of the Supreme Dao was not interested in the position of Dao Child, as it had all the necessary cultivation resources and fulfilled all his needs.
If that's the case, why bother vying for the position of Dao Child? It only creates a lot of trouble for yourself without any real benefits. Nobody would want to take that position.
"Only someone with my master's mischievous personality would accept the position of Daoist disciple. It's a pity I can't refuse it, otherwise I wouldn't have taken it!"
Feng Bingwen muttered to himself, but began to cultivate his inner energy. The spiritual energy formed by the convergence of the ten great dragon veins immediately filled the palace where he was.
When the ancient innate scripture he was cultivating was activated, even Feng Bingwen, with his powerful physique, felt a slight swelling and pain in his meridians. Fortunately, this feeling quickly subsided and was replaced by the pleasure of increasing cultivation foundation.
However, while Feng Bingwen was immersed in the pleasure of cultivation, the Heavenly Book floating in his sea of consciousness turned its pages on its own and soon revealed the line about good deeds and evil deeds.
Name: Feng Bingwen
Good deeds: 171,826 ( )
Misdeeds: 13752 ( )
His current evil deeds have exceeded tens of thousands, an unprecedented number, mainly due to the karmic consequences caused by his father's act of helping disaster victims.
Everything has its advantages and disadvantages; there is no such thing as pure benefit. However, compared to the good deeds he has accumulated, this evil deed is really nothing. It's just that Feng Bingwen hasn't found an opportunity to clean up the mess yet, since he has been busy all this time. He has only just settled down and is practicing for the first time.
Moreover, with his current strength, even if the more than ten thousand evil deeds were burned into a calamity all at once, Feng Bingwen felt he could withstand it. Besides, he was currently in the Taishangdao sect, so if there were any life-threatening calamities, his masters would naturally step in to protect him.
There's no rule that says you have to bear all the hardships yourself. Good fortune, encountering benefactors, divine blessings, and so on can all help to avert disaster.
However, some calamities are truly unavoidable and cannot be averted.
Just as Feng Bingwen was cultivating, he saw a layer of light, almost colorless flame ignite on the Heavenly Book, barely discernible as a crimson flame. The evil deeds that were growing suddenly stopped and then began to slowly fall.
However, the fall was extremely slow, almost imperceptible, but the pale, almost transparent flame burned very steadily, showing no signs of going out in a short time.
It was precisely because of the Heavenly Book that the commotion it caused this time was so small that Feng Bingwen was completely unaware of it. Or rather, it wasn't that he was unaware, but rather that an invisible force had already affected him.
Whew~
Long, even breaths echoed in the spiritually rich palace. Feng Bingwen, who was circulating the innate scriptures, felt his body becoming lighter and his mind becoming emptier. When he realized this, he shuddered.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a flat rock in Panxi. Looking around, he immediately saw the familiar gourd vines, the deserted thatched hut, and a young man in blue robes who was smiling at him.
"The time has come, Feng Bingwen, it's time for you to fulfill your promise to us!"
When the boy spoke, Feng Bingwen was initially confused, but he quickly realized what he meant.
"Has that person already been reincarnated?"
"Seven years ago, when you inherited the physique, you had already successfully reincarnated. Now my younger sister is seeking the Dao and cultivating. You should fulfill your promise and protect her on the path!"
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