"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
When Feng Bingwen saw the look in Xuan Tinglongjun's eyes, he immediately spoke.
"..."
Just as Xuan Tinglongjun was about to ask a question, he opened his mouth, then shook his head helplessly, looking up at the battle in the sky. He could see much more than Feng Bingwen.
Such a scene was unprecedented for Xi Muqing, so naturally she wouldn't miss it.
But for Feng Bingwen, it was quite frustrating. His viewing experience was terrible. He saw the crimson and demonic purple intertwined high in the sky and was subjected to the terrifying power that kept erupting, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth was splitting.
Fortunately, this situation did not last long. With a ring of light that could be clearly seen even on the ground spreading out, the second sun in the sky disappeared, and the purple that had permeated the sky also dissipated.
Looking up at the dark void in the sky, a void that made one feel insignificant, Feng Bingwen glanced at Xuan Ting Dragon King, who was also filled with shock.
"Fellow Daoist Xi, can you tell who won and who lost?"
"Forgive my poor eyesight, I can't see it."
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's question, Xi Qingyi was startled and shook his head repeatedly. How could he dare to speak carelessly? He did have some ideas, but even the one who was slightly in a slump was fine. If he were to say them out loud, he would be in for trouble.
"Can't you even tell? Are you a dragon without eyes?"
The surging true fire of the sun spread out, and two divine chariots carried by fiery dragons and snakes tore through the void and appeared. A heroic and extraordinary young man stood in the middle, holding a crimson-gold dragon spear, wearing a fiery-gold divine robe, and with his red hair flying. He had an aura of supreme power that said "I am the only one who can do it" and "I can sweep across the eight wastelands and six directions".
The moment he appeared, Xuan Ting Dragon King Xi Muqing was startled and lowered his head slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he realized that this god-king, who seemed to have descended like the blazing sun, was not looking at him, but was turning to Feng Bingwen.
"I don't have much time, so I'd better not get involved with these troublesome old folks!"
“I have always been law-abiding and law-abiding; this is an undeserved disaster.”
Feng Bingwen replied helplessly. He never expected that even after arriving home, a large fox, with nothing better to do, would follow them. Judging from its appearance, it seemed that the Qingqiu Demon Saint was no match for this Divine Lord and had been driven away.
"Behave yourself? If you really want to be well-behaved, then don't attend those random banquets, and don't go to places you shouldn't go."
Yaoyang Shenjun looked at Feng Bingwen and snorted coldly. His tone was not peaceful, but his concern was very obvious, which made Xuan Ting Longwang, who was standing to the side, think about it.
"..."
Feng Bingwen was speechless.
"You associate with people who are in your own social class. If you don't want to make friends, just stay put and don't get involved in things that are too far beyond your level. If you get into trouble, you won't be able to fight back. There won't always be someone to bail you out."
Having said all this, Yaoyang Divine Lord didn't wait for Feng Bingwen's response. He slashed through the void with his dragon spear, revealing a vast world. Before Xuan Ting Dragon King could even take a closer look, the divine lord rode his divine chariot into it and disappeared.
The young god's words echoed in his heart like a resounding bell. Feng Bingwen deeply reflected on his behavior over this period of time and realized that he had indeed become somewhat arrogant.
"Fellow Daoist Feng!"
A voice called out beside him. Feng Bingwen turned his head and saw Xi Muqing's concerned yet complicated expression.
"Don't ask, I don't know anything."
Seeing the Dragon King's gaze, Feng Bingwen shook his head. He seemed to have figured something out, sighed, and then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the Dragon King.
"Fellow Daoist Xi, let's part ways here. I'm also feeling a bit tired and plan to take some time to cultivate in seclusion."
"Then I, Xi, would like to congratulate Fellow Daoist Feng on his early return to his immortal position!"
Having heard Feng Bingwen's words and witnessed the scene just now, Xi Muqing had no more doubts about Feng Bingwen's identity as a reincarnated powerful being.
If this is not a reincarnated saint, then who is qualified to be called a reincarnated saint? If he is provoked even slightly, his protectors will immediately appear and fight him.
Sword Comes
"Thank you for your kind words."
Feng Bingwen didn't intend to say anything more at this point.
Seeing this, Xuan Tinglongjun, who was standing to the side, also tactfully bowed and took his leave.
"Finally, it's quiet!"
Watching the Dragon Lord transform into a dragon-shaped divine light and leave, until the other party's aura completely disappeared before his eyes, Feng Bingwen immediately beamed with joy, no longer showing the dejected look he had just had after being scolded.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Divine Lord!"
On the White Jade Capital, Feng Bingwen, who seemed to be all alone, bowed towards the spot where Yaoyang Divine Lord had disappeared to express his gratitude.
"Focus on your cultivation; no further words are needed!"
A figure in blue flashed past, leaving behind a word of advice before disappearing without a trace. Seeing this, Feng Bingwen happily stretched his limbs.
The admonitions the deity had given him earlier were actually something he had asked the other party to say. Otherwise, given the deity's personality, why would he have said so much nonsense to him, but instead come out and fight the demon race, and then go back home?
Feng Bingwen, who was well-versed in the classics, was not without self-awareness. He could not examine himself three times a day, but he could examine himself once every three days.
His trip to the Dragon Palace had already given him some insights, and when the Great Sage of the Demon Clan came looking for him, he was even more determined to learn from his mistakes. And when the Radiant Sun God appeared to clean up the trouble, he was ready to make amends.
Feng Bingwen made a decision in his heart: he wanted to take this opportunity to cut off the trouble and temporarily sever ties with the True Dragon Immortal Saint. That was not a level he should be involved in at the moment; premature contact would do more harm than good.
Therefore, when the deity finished fighting and was about to return, he mustered up his courage and took the initiative to send a telepathic message to this deity. This deity was also exceptionally straightforward and cooperated directly, giving him a seemingly stern reprimand in front of the Dragon King.
After saying this, the deity left. Hearing these words, Xi Qingyi naturally knew that she belonged to the group of beings who should not be contacted too early, so she tactfully took her leave.
Feng Bingwen could foresee that after the Divine Lord was born, displayed his divine power, defeated the Great Sage of the Demon Race, and left behind these words, his door would probably be crowded with visitors for a long time to come. However, with these words in place, those with too high a cultivation level would not be so tactless as to approach him.
"My life should finally be able to settle down."
Feng Bingwen was in a great mood, but all his good mood vanished when he turned around and saw the spiderweb-like cracks that covered almost the entire Baiyujing.
"I wonder if it can be fixed?"
Feng Bingwen, who did not have high hopes, soon found the control center in this Jade Capital—a magnificent yet exquisite, grand yet elegant nine-tiered palace.
When Feng Bingwen stepped into the area, he touched something, and array patterns lit up. The abundant spiritual energy turned into white mist that filled the area, and even showed a tendency to condense into liquid and drip.
"Human race, Dao body?"
A slightly surprised voice echoed through the spacious and empty white jade palace. To Feng Bingwen's astonishment, he saw a white jade goddess materialize and appear before him.
Who are you?
Feng Bingwen looked at the girl, who appeared to be around sixteen years old at the end of the month, and frowned slightly, but he was not too alarmed. He did not sense any danger, and most importantly, his spiritual sense could not detect any blood energy on the girl's body.
This shows that the girl is not a living being at all, but a special kind of spirit. The aura on her body that is no different from Bai Yujing's and is integrated with it is clear proof of this.
"As you can see, I am a spirit born from this place, and you may call me Lady White Snake."
The girl with a gentle and refined demeanor answered.
"Lady White Snake?"
Feng Bingwen's expression changed, and his eyes looked somewhat strange.
"I've answered your question; now it's your turn to answer mine."
The girl, seemingly carved from pure white jade, with an unreal beauty, tilted her head to examine Feng Bingwen, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Why did Baiyujing fall into your hands? With your level of cultivation, it's impossible for you to forcibly take it from that red dragon."
"It was given to me by the Crimson Dragon King."
The girl's self-introduction matched his guess, and Feng Bingwen had an idea. He then told her the truth.
"Given to you willingly? Why? You're just a Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator."
Lady White's eyes held undisguised confusion. Back when the mountain gate still existed, cultivators at this level could at most enter the inner sect for cultivation; they didn't even have the qualifications to enter the Jade Capital.
"I have extraordinary talent."
Feng Bingwen was by no means modest.
"..."
Lady White fell silent upon hearing Feng Bingwen's confident words. After a while, she finally spoke.
"Your aptitude is the highest I have ever seen among the human race. Even the former sect leader was not as good as you."
"So, will you acknowledge me as your master?"
Looking around, Feng Bingwen asked with great interest.
Everything in this world has the potential to develop spirituality and thus have the opportunity to seek the Dao. Even man-made objects are no exception, just like this Jade Palace, which was built by cultivators using a large amount of spiritual materials.
It's hard to believe, but in a city as large as Jade City, the chances of it producing a medicinal herb are practically nonexistent, practically impossible. But there's nothing truly impossible in this world.
By chance, creation arises between heaven and earth, turning the rotten into the miraculous and the impossible into the possible.
Once you gain the approval of a city or palace spirit, even someone of low cultivation level can easily control the city.
"Your bloodline is indeed human, but no human could possibly possess such talent as you."
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's straightforward question, Lady Baiyu's eyes sparkled.
"That shows your limited knowledge. I have a master, the Supreme Daoist, the son of two immortal Daoist couples. His talent is unparalleled throughout history, and he is no weaker than me."
Feng Bingwen immediately retorted that while his Daoist physique was indeed the most talented in the world, he did not believe that no one in the world could compare to him.
“You’re right, too much time has passed, it’s time for humanity to rise again.”
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