Who did it?
Even though Feng Bingwen had seen many storms and waves, broadened his horizons, and honed his self-control to an excellent degree, he still found it difficult to maintain a calm mindset, and his angular face darkened.
The reincarnation of the Supreme Being chose to rise again with the most ordinary human body. But now, in the chest of this reincarnation of the Supreme Being, beats a heart with seven orifices that is not quite in line with this petite body.
This was a garment that had only recently been put on, and the surgical wound on its chest hadn't even healed yet. This was what enraged Feng Bingwen.
loubiqu.
This supreme being obtained a seven-aperture exquisite heart that he did not need, which meant that a future saint of the human race was killed prematurely, strangled in his infancy, and even his life was not saved.
"How could the mighty Ji family commit such an outrageous act that angers both heaven and man!"
A fire of anger burned in Feng Bingwen's heart. Although he knew that it was only a branch of the Ji family that had done such a thing and could not represent the real ancient clan, this branch had still borrowed the power of the Ji family.
Otherwise, how could a mere family in a small town dare to harbor such thoughts of plotting against a human saint? This is an act of utter defiance against the world, and if it were to spread, it would surely be punished.
It is strictly forbidden to plunder the divine abilities of some exceptional humans, and if discovered, the perpetrator will be severely punished.
This is a method of the demonic path, and the demonic sects of the human race have long been eradicated by the sages of the human race, leaving only a few worthless scoundrels who have fled to the outskirts of the human race's Nine Continents to eke out a living.
"ah!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was burning with anger, he suddenly heard a scream beside him. He turned his head and saw that the door to the underground chamber had been opened. A maid holding a vessel with a strong fragrance emanating from it looked at him in horror and screamed.
The screams quickly attracted the guards. A dark shadow flashed past the doorway, and then a sharp blade silently pierced out from the shadows beneath Feng Bingwen's feet, about to cut him in two from bottom to top.
Feng Bingwen lifted his foot and stomped lightly, causing the entire secret chamber made of special materials to tremble. A slight cracking sound came from the shadow beneath his feet, before returning to silence without any further movement.
The commotion underground had already affected the buildings above, causing even more ripples. Although Feng Bingwen's kick was effortless and casual, the aftershocks it triggered were quite significant, resembling an earthquake.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the Ji family property?"
"Those skilled in this art will be killed without exception!"
Knowing they had committed a heinous crime, this branch of the Ji family was very guilty. When they discovered the source of the tremor, they unleashed all their "experts".
"Who do you want to kill?"
Before the group of Ji family "experts" could surround him, Feng Bingwen had already stepped out of the underground chamber and appeared in a magnificent palace. Although it was just a small branch that was adding to the number of people, in this small city, they were like local emperors.
During this process, Feng Bingwen gradually relaxed the restraints on his blood energy, which had grown to an unknown extent, and a god-like and demon-like pressure enveloped the mansion.
Therefore, as soon as the group of experts arrived around Feng Bingwen, their eyes fell on his tall and strong body, and they knelt down on the ground, trembling. Those who were slightly stronger could only support themselves on all fours, and they were equally disheveled.
"Who are you? Don't you know where you are? If you dare to hurt us, you'll have no place in Beicangzhou!"
Even a broken ship has three nails. Although it is an insignificant branch, there are still a few "strongmen" among them who can speak under Feng Bingwen's pressure, although they are somewhat blustering.
Who is in control?
Feng Bingwen's gaze fell on a middle-aged man who was falling from the sky, but was forced to crash to the ground at an even faster speed by his pressure. The man was struggling to hold on in an extremely disheveled state. He reached out and grabbed him, lifting him up in front of him.
I don't know what you're talking about!
The middle-aged man, who possessed the cultivation level of the Yuan Dan realm but was utterly powerless to resist, answered slowly and deliberately, his face contorted with rage and his teeth clenched.
Tsk~
Crimson blood gushed out, and a severed arm fell to the ground. Feng Bingwen looked at the one-armed middle-aged man before him and asked again,
Who is in control?
"My surname is Ji!"
The middle-aged man, who had been pampered and lived a life of luxury since childhood, experienced the pain of losing an arm for the first time in his life. His face contorted in pain, and he almost roared.
"oh!"
Feng Bingwen nodded indifferently, then reached out and pointed forward. A crisp shattering sound rang out, followed by a surging storm of spiritual energy that erupted from the middle-aged man's body, spreading out in an instant and sweeping across the entire city.
Under this impact, countless bloody wounds instantly burst open in the middle-aged man's body, making him look like a tattered sack. His life force immediately declined, with more air entering than exiting, and he was clearly about to die.
"You... crippled me!?"
Even after suffering torture far worse than being slowly sliced to death, the middle-aged man, his eyes bulging, stared intently at Feng Bingwen, his eyes a jumble of complex emotions—resentment, rage, fear, and dread—as if he couldn't believe what had suddenly happened.
Can you answer my question?
Feng Bingwen tossed aside the middle-aged man, who exuded an aura of authority but now resembled a dead dog, as if he were throwing away trash. His gaze then fell upon an elderly man with a hunched back who was slowly approaching.
"The matter is already settled. Could you please show mercy? You will be richly rewarded in the future."
The old man, exuding an aura of decay and decay, looked at Feng Bingwen and immediately began to make empty promises.
"You were involved too?"
Feng Bingwen asked in a cold tone, behind him hanging a killing sword that emitted a blood-red immortal light.
"As you can see from this body, I spend most of my time asleep, barely clinging to life. By the time I wake up, it's all over."
The old man pointed to his emaciated, skeletal body and smiled with a hint of self-deprecation.
"So you just accept that all of this is happening and are prepared to clean up their mess?"
A mocking smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's lips.
"Young man, I envy you. You are full of vigor and vitality. You must be very young. At such a young age, you already possess strength that makes even an old man wary."
The old man looked at Feng Bingwen and suddenly sighed, followed by a look of regret and melancholy.
“My lineage once had people like you a thousand years ago, but now, we can’t even find a decent one. The good-for-nothing you just crippled was my grandson, but he only managed to form a fifth-grade True Core. This is a disgrace to his family name, a disgrace!”
"This is no excuse for you to murder the pride of the human race!"
"Can't we discuss it?"
The old man showed a resigned attitude.
"Everything in this city, whether it's cultivation techniques, secret manuals, or magical treasures, is yours to take as you please."
"How ridiculous! I want to know, do your superiors know about all that you've done?"
Feng Bingwen sneered. This was something he cared about. This small branch was so weak that he didn't even have the mind to slaughter it all.
He just wanted to know the attitude of the ancient aristocratic families. Was this just an isolated case or a common occurrence? If it was so common, this family would probably have to find a way to be wiped out.
Even if one possesses the bloodline of the Human Emperor, when the blade turns inward, there is no reason for them to continue existing.
"What a vibrant young man! I envy you. I was just like you back then. Unfortunately, the world isn't as wonderful as you imagine. What's done is done, and everything is set in stone."
Even if the master finds out, he will only cover it up. If you remain stubborn, you won't be facing a frail old man like me.
The old man chuckled and replied that he had survived to this day and had lost all attachment to or dependence on most things in the world. The only thing he was worried about now was the continuation of his bloodline.
However, his branch of the family declined further and further, with each generation producing mediocre talents, and not a single one being decent.
Heaven has mercy! In the city where his branch chose to settle, a naturally born sage with a mind of seven orifices was born, but he was not from their family.
However, some people harbored inappropriate thoughts, seized that exquisite heart with seven orifices, and placed it in their own offspring, committing such a heinous act.
When he learned of all this, it was indeed over. He felt both panic and relief, and ultimately chose to cover it up and accept it all.
He believed that even if such a thing were reported, someone from the main family would help to cover it up. After all, even a noble family that had been passed down since ancient times would not refuse a saint, even if that heart was obtained by trickery and force.
"Ancestor, why waste so much breath on him? Take him down, and this matter must not be spread!"
At this moment, a somewhat sharp voice rang out, and a woman dressed in a palace dress rushed over. She had a delicate, snake-like face that was quite alluring, but her temperament truly resembled that of a vicious snake spirit in human form.
"..."
The old man, who looked like he was just skin and bones, twitched his lips. If he could beat them, why would he be standing here wasting words? He would have already made a move. He was just rambling on because he couldn't win.
"You are the mastermind!"
The moment Feng Bingwen saw the woman, he knew who the culprit was. Divine light surged behind him, then transformed into a chain that wrapped around her body and pulled her close.
"Is that your child?"
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, if you behave yourself and behave yourselves, that's fine. But if you spread this matter around and damage the Ji family's reputation, then a powerful figure will naturally come to kill you and make sure you never get reincarnated!"
The beautiful woman, whose body was bound, was very panicked, but she quickly calmed down and even threatened Feng Bingwen.
"It seems so!"
Feng Bingwen nodded; he had a basic understanding of the tragedy that had occurred in this small town.
You wouldn't dare kill me!
Feng Bingwen's behavior, in the woman's eyes, was a sign of guilt, yet an unwillingness to show weakness. This gave her more confidence. Having just committed a heinous act, she was now fantasizing about rising to prominence through her son.
"Ignorant and foolish woman, I wouldn't even want to dirty my hands killing you!"
Feng Bingwen threw her aside with a look of disgust. She was a sinner of the human race, and even being torn to pieces was not enough to make her die.
In Feng Bingwen's eyes, what she did was utterly ridiculous. That supreme being had even abandoned his divine and demonic body, but when he was about to start from the most ordinary position, he was inexplicably given a seven-aperture exquisite heart. Although that was a symbol of a saint, what did it amount to compared to the status of a god or demon?
"Didn't you say that even if the main family knew all this, they would still step in to cover it up for you? You should have the means to contact the main family. Send them a message: Feng Bingwen, the current Daoist of the Supreme Dao, is here to await you!"
The young Taoist looked at the old man who was hesitating, unsure whether to intervene. He was furious about what was happening here, but he was even more curious about the attitude of the ancient family.
"Tai Shang Daozi?!"
The old man, who had been so confident, stared blankly at Feng Bingwen, then his body began to tremble slightly, and a look of despair appeared on his face.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You're a liar! This is a lie! Ancestor, don't be fooled by him! The Supreme Dao Child has clearly already gone to the demon realm, how could he be in our Northern Cangzhou!"
Even the woman with a harsh expression on her face was on the verge of collapse.
What they do is shady, and if it were to come to the attention of certain high-ranking members of the human race, their surnames would not only fail to protect them, but would instead become their death warrant.
"Your information is too outdated. I returned a long time ago, and I came here under the guidance of a senior to take on disciples!"
"Taking disciples?"
The woman, who was on the verge of emotional collapse, suddenly brightened up, as if she were a drowning person grasping at a straw.
"Daozi, please accept my son as your disciple. He possesses a seven-aperture exquisite heart; he will surely become a sage in the future!"
Where is that child?
Feng Bingwen ignored the short-sighted and foolish woman and instead asked the old man who reeked of decay.
"He's been taken away!"
The old man, his eyes glazed over and his face filled with despair, answered almost in a murmur.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen nodded. This was just as he expected. A child born with a seven-aperture exquisite heart must have great fortune. Losing this heart does not mean that the child will die young.
"Send a message to the master! Quickly!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's urging, the old man trembled and pleaded in his eyes, but Feng Bingwen remained unmoved. He believed that wrongdoing had to be punished.
Killing a future human saint is an act that deserves the most severe punishment, regardless of which continent the human race is on.
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