"Hmm~"
An unbearable tingling sensation roused Feng Bingwen from his slumber, but the moment he awoke, pain surged forth like a tidal wave, assaulting his will.
Fortunately, during his tribulation, Feng Bingwen's soul and will underwent a qualitative leap under the spur of the heavenly lightning. After a brief period of adaptation, Feng Bingwen quickly regained consciousness, regained control of his body, and opened his eyes.
"Master, you're awake!"
A surprised voice sounded beside him. The first thing Feng Bingwen saw when he opened his eyes was a big, hairy face. He reached out and pushed the hairy face away, then looked down at his open chest.
This was a terrifying scene. Feng Bingwen could even see his heart, which had already regenerated and was beating, and new bones, fascia, and muscle tissue were being built in his chest cavity. This was the source of the strange feeling he experienced.
How are you feeling now?
Sun Yuansheng, who had been pushed aside, approached again. After glancing at Feng Bingwen's empty chest, he cautiously inquired. In his opinion, such injuries were nothing; what he truly cared about was the culprit who had caused this master's severe injury.
Purple Heavenly Thunder!
"It feels pretty good!"
Feng Bingwen stood up. He didn't need to do much; he was already in the Dao Palace. This was Zhanmeng Island, the place where the ten dragon veins of the archipelago converged. The spiritual energy here was so rich that he could liquefy it at any time if he wanted.
Therefore, with a constant supply of replenishment, Feng Bingwen recovered extremely quickly, without even needing any divine medicine or elixir. His body's regenerative power was sufficient to heal the damage caused by the heavenly tribulation.
"Is your golden core undamaged?"
Sun Yuansheng observed Feng Bingwen's expression and asked cautiously. In his own bloodline memories, there were many examples of ancestors who, when undergoing tribulations, had their foundations damaged by the tribulations, and never recovered, becoming mediocre.
"Of course not!"
Upon hearing the question, Feng Bingwen naturally scanned his dantian with his divine sense, then paused for a moment before a smile appeared on his face.
"It's good that you're alright!"
The all-knowing Golden Ape looked at Feng Bingwen and noticed the change in Feng Bingwen's expression. It could also vaguely sense the joy that suddenly appeared in Feng Bingwen's heart. Without asking any more questions, it already had the answer in its heart.
“Sun Yuansheng, I have now become a Yuan Dan cultivator. It’s time to get down to business.”
"Please give your orders, sir!"
"Go investigate the true disciples of our sect. I need their information. Next, I should issue them a challenge and invite them to a duel!"
"Master, could we wait until you have stabilized your cultivation level before proceeding with this matter?"
Even the self-proclaimed unruly Golden Ape was startled by Feng Bingwen's words. This old man was far too fierce. He had just been seriously injured by lightning and had only just woken up. Before he could even say two words, he was being clamored to challenge the other true disciples of the sect. What did he think those true disciples of the Supreme Dao were?
"Yes, I was indeed a bit too hasty. Here's what I'll do: you go and investigate the information about those true disciples first. I don't know much about them."
Feng Bingwen readily accepted the advice. His current condition was indeed not good. Although his foundation had not been damaged, the injuries to his body were quite severe.
"Yes, I'll investigate for you right away!"
Sun Yuansheng quickly agreed. Although he already knew all the information Feng Bingwen needed, it was clearly not the right time to let this lord know. This lord was far too impatient.
"By the way, sir, your master appeared when you were unconscious and fell into the sea. He asked me to tell you to go and pay your respects to him as soon as you wake up and recover."
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen casually responded, and after the monkey head withdrew, he sat up from the jade bed. Cloud-like spiritual energy was drifting out from the jade bed beneath him and then entering his body, where it was completely devoured by his severely damaged Dao body.
Feng Bingwen did not interfere with the process of his body's self-recovery. This did not require his participation; he could simply leave it to his body's instincts to operate.
His divine sense was concentrated in his dantian. His magical power, after a complete transformation, was still surging like the sea. During the time he was unconscious and asleep, its scale had recovered to 70% of what it was before the tribulation, but in terms of quality, it had already crushed his original magical power.
Moreover, its quantity is still slowly increasing. However, because Feng Bingwen's body suffered severe injuries, the growth rate of his magical power is slightly slower, but it is still extremely amazing. With each breath he takes, he achieves the result of several days of hard work by an ordinary cultivator.
Of course, such good fortune only occurs immediately after a cultivator has just survived their tribulation. During this period, a cultivator's soul, magical power, and physical strength will all experience rapid growth to varying degrees.
But none of this concerned Feng Bingwen. His divine sense focused on the golden pill floating in the center of his dantian. It was a golden lump, shining brightly, and this was the fruit of his cultivation.
Above this golden elixir, one can see dragon and phoenix inscriptions, the Dao essence naturally formed, and rosy clouds like light and mist swirling around it. One can see heavenly thunder flashing, divine light crisscrossing, and divine birds singing, and Xuanwu lying down... many strange phenomena appear one after another.
However, Feng Bingwen's attention was not on the most superior golden elixir, because on the most beautiful golden elixir, which was as bright and dazzling as the sun in the sky, there was a thin purple arc of electricity flashing.
Compared to the size of a golden core, this purple arc of electricity was so inconspicuous, but the power it unleashed as it flashed and jumped from time to time was enough to make any normal cultivator tremble with fear.
Thunder!
A real thunderbolt!
It is not the lightning generated by cultivating supernatural powers and magic. Although the lightning magic cast by a true immortal is no less powerful than the might of heaven, it is fundamentally different in nature.
"..."
Feng Bingwen stared at the purple arc of lightning with his divine sense for a long time. He had a very subtle feeling that this was the remnant of the ninth heavenly tribulation. However, this was not a bad thing for him, because it did not damage his golden core. On the contrary, it further improved the quality of his golden core to some extent.
However, what made Feng Bingwen uncomfortable was that he did not feel able to control this wisp of Purple Heavenly Thunder that seemed to have been faintly integrated into his Golden Core.
After the wound on his chest healed, Feng Bingwen's subsequent attempts confirmed his feeling. He could not actively control the wisp of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning that had merged into his Golden Core. Only when he used lightning techniques could he trigger that wisp of heavenly lightning with a very low probability.
"If the lightning strikes are based on appearance, then there's basically no point in hoping for it!"
After hundreds of tests of lightning magic, Feng Bingwen, who had only invoked the power of the Purple Heavenly Thunder three times, drew his conclusion.
Without praying to the Heavenly Book, Feng Bingwen had no expectations for his own luck.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen did not intend to use the mysteriously integrated Purple Heavenly Thunder, which had even become the origin of his Daoist techniques, as a regular method.
Even the most secretive tricks are useless; they can only be treated as unexpected surprises. When fighting with others in ordinary times, we should pretend they don't exist and not consider the factor of their sudden outburst.
"I've almost recovered, it's time to go and pay my respects to my master!"
Having understood and gained a preliminary grasp of the various changes that occurred after breaking through to the next realm, Feng Bingwen recalled what the Golden Ape had once reported, and with a wave of his hand, he took out the Cloud Dragon Chariot.
As he channeled his magic into the chariot, nine snow-white cloud dragons, more than twice their previous size, emerged from it, displaying extraordinary power and agility surpassing even those that Feng Bingwen had initially acquired.
"This is……"
Feng Bingwen looked at the nine winding cloud dragons in front of the millstone, and seeing the lively look in their eyes, he suddenly revealed a thoughtful expression.
It seems that after the Core Formation, the transformed magical power is even more wondrous than before.
The nine cloud dragons that were pulling the carriage were essentially just cloud spirits in the form of dragons. Cloud spirits and the like have never been very spiritual, so it was a rare opportunity for them to be able to pull the carriage for the Supreme Daoist Master.
However, now is not the time to explore these things. Only after breaking through to the next realm can Feng Bingwen truly unleash the maximum speed of this flying magic weapon.
Therefore, it only took Feng Bingwen a third of the usual time to arrive at Zhao Junxian's Taoist palace in the middle of the road to the Taishangdao Mountain.
When he arrived at this place, he was naturally led inside by spirit children and maids who were transformed from auspicious birds and beasts. As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Dao Palace, he saw a finger pointing at his forehead, filling everything in front of him, as if it wanted to crush him.
Before Feng Bingwen could think, he slapped the target with his backhand. Divine light appeared and lightning crackled, and an ancient tower quietly emerged from above, with seven killing swords ringing out, ready to strike.
Boom!!
The Dao Palace, located deep within the Taishangdao Mountain Gate and even a node in the Taishangdao's array, trembled slightly before all the strange phenomena subsided.
"Master, do you think this is interesting?"
Feng Bingwen stared intently at the finger hovering less than a foot from his brow, then his gaze fell upon the owner of that finger.
The young man, with his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, handsome appearance, and the air of a master who exudes profound wisdom and composure, was calmly scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"I was just testing your strength, but I didn't expect you to be so bloodthirsty!"
Zhao Junxian glanced at the ancient sword tower hanging above Feng Bingwen's head, especially at the seven swords that seemed ready to strike.
He believed that if this disciple hadn't controlled the seven killing swords, those seven swords, forged from the bones of ferocious beasts and great demons, would have already struck him.
"It's just an instinctive reaction!"
Feng Bingwen smiled nonchalantly. The ancient sword tower that had automatically leaped out to protect its master was then put back into his dantian and qi sea for nurturing.
Next, we should look for an opportunity to repair this ancient tower. It just so happens that Yi Canglan is currently building momentum; if he infiltrates the group and heads to the demon realm, he should have a chance to find excellent materials for repairing the immortal artifact. It's just a matter of whether those noble demons have the habit of building tombs.
“I feel you’ve chosen the wrong master and the wrong sect. With your temperament, you should go to the Heavenly Sword Path.”
Seeing Feng Bingwen's reaction, Zhao Junxian couldn't help but tease him, though such words were naturally just a joke.
Now, even if Feng Bingwen himself wanted to change sects, even if his master said he didn't want this disciple anymore, a bunch of immortals would be scrambling to take him in.
bidige.
"Tianjian Dao, Master, I almost forgot. I still have one more chance to go to the Tianjian Stele Forest to study it. I must go there sometime in the future!"
"The Heavenly Sword Stele Forest is indeed a good place, but if you want to gain enough benefits from it, I advise you to wait until you reach a higher level. With your current cultivation, you won't be able to comprehend much there anyway."
"Understood."
Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't ignore his master's guidance, but just as he was about to express his gratitude,
"Okay, you can go back now!"
"What? You called me here just to make a move, to test me?"
Feng Bingwen's lips curled into a smile.
"Otherwise? I just want to verify whether my disciple's cultivation is solid. Is there a problem with that?"
"No, your chief disciple, that is, me, has now successfully formed the Golden Core. As your master, shouldn't you reward me with a few immortal artifacts to encourage my diligent cultivation?"
Feng Bingwen was naturally unwilling to go back like this. If his master were just a poor and destitute ascetic Taoist, that would be fine, but his background was so powerful that there were few people in the world who could match it.
To put it bluntly, his master was incredibly wealthy; even a hair plucked from him was thicker than his thigh, and he could casually toss out a magical artifact. As a disciple, if he couldn't squeeze a few drops of oil out of such a master, he would be doing a disservice to their master-disciple relationship.
"Diligent practice?"
Zhao Junxian was also somewhat surprised by Feng Bingwen's words. At first, he thought the boy was kind-hearted and cautious, but now he felt that the disciple he had taken in was unusually shameless.
"When have you ever worked hard?"
"all the time!"
Feng Bingwen showed no remorse and spoke with righteous indignation.
"..."
The young Taoist's thick skin left even the son of a celestial being speechless for a moment, unsure how to reprimand him.
"Master, please say something! I've made a breakthrough in my cultivation. As your master, you should at least reward me with some treasures to encourage me. You can't just send me away like this; that's not fair!"
Feng Bingwen was diligent and persistent. Since he had come all this way, he should at least take something back with him, otherwise it would be a huge loss.
What do you want?
Although this disciple was shameless, Zhao Junxian thought about it for a moment and felt that what he said made sense.
"Celestial artifacts, Master, just give me ten or eight pieces, I won't mind!"
"Ten immortal artifacts? You think too highly of your master. Here's what I'll do: I'll send you to the grotto-heaven that my father governs. There are far more than ten immortal artifacts there. If you're capable, feel free to take them with you. Just don't forget to share a few with your master when you do!"
---Aside---
Tomorrow I will definitely make 6,000 reads a day. Also, no sharing food photos!!!
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