"good!"
Looking at the giant ape before him, the Dharma Giant finally lowered his arrogant head, and a bright smile appeared on his face, which seemed more genuine than before.
Immediately, this giant, with its enormous body that was over a hundred feet tall, shattered in mid-air, turning into a hazy, chaotic mist that drifted towards where Feng Bingwen was.
Sun Yuansheng, whose body was covered in wounds, glanced at the direction in which the chaotic object was drifting, put away his iron rod and armor, and, under the rapidly improving celestial phenomena, followed it in search of the object.
"master!"
A place that would be enough to establish a sect in the outside world, but within the Taishangdao sect, on an ordinary green mountain peak, a six-foot-tall ape respectfully bows to a young Taoist sitting cross-legged on a pine branch.
Things are different now. This time, Sun Yuansheng truly bowed his head in submission. After all, the Taoist in front of him was truly monstrous in talent. When they first met, he could only suppress him with the help of the island's magical restrictions. But now, he only needed to send out one of his Dharma forms to force him to admit defeat.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen responded casually, then gently lifted the monkey to stand up straight, as if nothing had happened... After all, it wasn't him who got beaten.
"Yuan Sheng, what are your plans for the future?"
"I am willing to serve under your esteemed seat, obey your commands, and dare not utter any further complaints."
Sun Yuansheng honestly said that being born into the Taishangdao sect was his greatest fortune, but also his greatest constraint. There was nothing to say about it. If he really had to blame someone, he could only blame himself for not being born as a human.
"Very well, in that case, come with me to the blessed land!"
Seeing how polite and courteous the monkey was, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but nod. Its temperament should have been tempered enough; it was now ready to be used.
As a third party, an outsider, he naturally liked the unruly Monkey King who dared to challenge all authority. However, when he became the authority, and became someone who could be challenged, his stance changed. It was better for the monkey under his command to be more docile and not cause him trouble for no reason.
"May I enter the blessed land?"
The monkey, who had been despondent and without any hope, raised his head, his golden eyes filled with disbelief. He had been prepared to give up and just drift along, but the opportunity he had longed for suddenly appeared before him.
"Of course. You have managed my cave for many years. Even if you have not made any great contributions, you have certainly worked hard. Moreover, you have also let me understand the newly refined Dharma Form. You have done a great service. As long as your request is not excessive, I can agree to it."
Times have changed. Feng Bingwen felt that the grayish monkey in front of him, whose body was almost roasted by lightning, wouldn't cause trouble for the blessed land he was in charge of. It might even be of help to him.
"Thank you for the generous gift, sir!"
The monkey, which had originally exuded a lifeless and decaying aura, suddenly became lively and excited, scratching its head and cheeks with great joy.
"Don't be too happy yet. If you disobey my orders and cause trouble, I won't show any mercy. I'll kick you out the same way I brought you out!"
"Don't worry, sir. I'll do whatever you say. If you say one thing, I'll never say another. If you say beat the dog, I'll never chase the chicken..."
"Alright, if you have nothing else to do, come with me to the blessed land now."
"I'm fine now!"
Sun Yuansheng naturally knew the gravity of the situation. Even if something happened at this time, it wouldn't matter. Although at this time in the past he should have fulfilled his duties as the Monkey King and done his best for the reproduction and growth of the tribe.
Feng Bingwen glanced at the monkey, said nothing, stood up from the pine tree, and with a gentle sweep of his sleeve, easily tucked the monkey's head into his robe.
Great Luo Heavenly Sleeve!
This technique is considered one of the most famous supernatural powers in Taoism. Feng Bingwen has also practiced it and has gained a basic understanding of it. It is mainly used to enhance his image as an immortal. As for fighting, Feng Bingwen does not intend to use this technique.
He tucked the monkey head into his sleeve and strode away, soon standing among the clouds. As he walked, his figure disappeared into the air, vanishing without a trace. When he reappeared, he was already in the Nine Heavens above another small world, in the celestial palace that hung above the heads of all living beings.
"good!"
Upon returning to the blessed land, Feng Bingwen felt even more at ease after communicating with the Five Spirits guarding the welfare. In the short time he was away, the Five Spirits selected some exceptionally talented individuals for him.
"This is your blessed land, sir?"
While communicating with the Five Spirits, Feng Bingwen loosened his sleeves. Sun Yuansheng, who was curled up and trying his best to shrink himself so as not to accidentally tear Feng Bingwen's sleeves, suddenly regained his sight. He carefully looked around at everything and spoke cautiously.
He had already sensed the unusual nature of his surroundings; here, he seemed to be able to perceive the ineffable and indescribable "Tao" more quickly.
"Indeed, this is the abode of the immortals who have successively governed this blessed land. Without my decree, you may not leave this place. If you disobey, I will expel you!"
Feng Bingwen's expression was serious. The monkey in front of him had already grasped some of the essence of the Law of Heaven and Earth. If he were to exert his full strength and transform into the enormous demonic body that had just fought with him, and land on the ground, he could probably destroy an entire nation of small people with a single kick.
"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"
Although he was extremely curious about the blessed land left behind by the Daoist Master, Sun Yuansheng naturally dared not disobey his master's orders. Having finally managed to get in, how could he allow himself to be kicked out?
"Go and cultivate yourself. You may choose any of the vacant palaces here!"
Feng Bingwen waved his hand. The Supreme Dao had almost solved all the necessary needs for cultivation for its disciples, including Dharma, wealth, companions, and land. They only needed to focus on their cultivation and seeking the Dao without worrying about anything else.
"yes!"
Satisfied, Sun Yuansheng bowed and withdrew, while Feng Bingwen sat upright on the platform, entering a state of enlightenment. After a short while, chaotic mist surged behind him again, and the giant that had appeared earlier stepped out of the chaos once more.
However, the giant never manifested its towering, massive body again. Instead, its body shrank continuously until it reached a height no different from that of an ordinary person. Then, the spiritual energy around it surged and transformed into a sky-blue Taoist robe. …
"I should go visit my senior sister!"
Although Feng Bingwen planned to learn from his master's unmoving true form, he did not intend to isolate himself from the world. He had not forgotten to pass on the Dao of Alchemy to his useless eldest disciple, even if he had to abandon her.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen was doing two things at once, but in reality, he was doing three things at once, because he also had an avatar that was active in the territory of the demonic path, providing him with a considerable amount of merit points every day.
...
"Senior Brother Shen!"
In a cave filled with heavy yin energy and bone-chilling cold, a young cultivator holding a blood-red long sail bowed respectfully to the youth sitting cross-legged on the stone platform above.
Although he joined the sect earlier than Shen Bei, unless he had a death wish, he would be so ungrateful as to call the other party "junior brother." The Demonic Sect doesn't care about such things; whoever is stronger and has the harder fist is the boss.
"What is it?"
Shen Bei, who has been promoted to an inner disciple of the Corpse King's Palace, is now Feng Bingwen's demonic incarnation. He opened his eyes, and in his deep, dark eyes, there was only a vertical bloodline in the center of his pupils, like some kind of extremely bloodthirsty dragon.
"I just heard some news: Shi Shanhai, a true disciple of the Blood River Sect, has recently appeared in Linya Market!"
"really?"
Upon hearing this news, the young man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform suddenly had a blood-red glint in his eyes, and a surging aura rose up, like a ravenous beast that suddenly opened its eyes, stretched its body, and was about to hunt.
"I've already checked, the information is correct!"
"Hahaha, you're quite good. Once I behead Shi Shanhai, you'll get your share of the rewards!"
Shen Bei stood up with an almost manic smile on his face. The next moment, several bloody shadows flashed in front of him, followed by several blood corpses nearly ten feet tall. A thick, almost sweet, bloody smell filled the cave.
"Senior Brother Shen, that's a true disciple from the Blood River Sect. Would you like to reconsider?"
Holding a long banner, the eerie Taoist priest cautiously offered his advice, his forehead already beaded with sweat as he spoke.
"What? You doubt my abilities?"
Shen Bei narrowed his eyes, and the blood corpses exuding a ferocious aura turned their bloodthirsty gazes toward him, their scarlet pupils filled with bloodlust and greed.
What he's been doing lately is simple: hunting down disciples of other demonic sects. Although his recent actions have been extremely rampant, no force from higher levels of the demonic path—one that he currently cannot resist—has come to stop him.
Because the demonic path, which is short of resources, welcomes and even encourages the fighting among the lower-level disciples.
Putting aside other matters, regarding the promotion channels for disciples within the Corpse King Palace, outer disciples only need to meet the cultivation level requirements to advance to the inner sect. However, for inner disciples to advance further, there are additional requirements beyond cultivation level.
For example, by hunting down multiple inner disciples or higher-level core disciples from other sects, as long as you can bring back their heads, you can gain the status they enjoy within the sect.
For example, right now, Shen Bei's stated excuse is that he wants to directly advance to become a true disciple, and then he sets his sights on the true disciples of other sects.
As a disciple of the demonic path, such behavior can be considered reasonable and perfectly justifiable.
Even those fellow disciples who succumbed to Shen Bei's power and became his henchmen only felt that he was too arrogant and wanted to rise to the top in one step, and did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior.
"I have never doubted my senior brother's strength!"
Upon hearing Shen Bei's words, the disciple immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling with sobs.
Because everyone who had ever doubted or questioned Shen Bei's strength has now become nourishment for the eight blood corpses to grow, and he doesn't want to be one of them.
Of course, the most crucial point is that this senior brother Shen, who had only been a disciple for a short time, had surpassed others and was extremely cruel. He was practically the most demonic of the demonic paths, killing people at the slightest disagreement. He was a veritable killer.
Whether they are disciples from other sects or disciples from his own sect, as long as they offend him, or as long as he finds a suitable excuse, he will kill them all without hesitation, leaving no one unpunished.
"Since you have no doubts, what did you mean by what you just said? It seems you still have some doubts about my power. In that case, I'll let you experience it for yourself!"
Shen Bei waved his hand, and a blood-soaked corpse transformed into a blur, instantly passing by the Taoist. What followed was a heart-wrenching scream, and the stench of blood that permeated the cave instantly became even stronger.
ah! ! !
Even though his severed arm was spurting blood, the screaming disciple still came to his senses. His pale face turned pale as he first made a gesture of celebration, then repeatedly kowtowed, thankful that he had been spared and grateful to his senior brother for not killing him.
"Thank you so much, Senior Brother, for sparing my life! Senior Brother is magnanimous and possesses boundless magical power. This time, you will surely be able to sever the head of that Blood River disciple!"
"Oh!"
Shen Bei didn't bother to respond to this nonsensical flattery. The reason he didn't kill them wasn't out of mercy or soft-heartedness, but because he genuinely needed a few lackeys to help him gather information and select suitable targets.
He did indeed commit the act of massacring entire cities. For example, in the city of corpses where he first arrived, he basically wiped out the major cultivator families that controlled that city, leaving only the mortals who lived in a daze and accompanied by walking corpses.
That massacre alone added nearly 200,000 merits to Feng Bingwen's record. Having tasted the sweetness of success, Feng Bingwen wanted to continue his efforts, but then a member of the demonic path jumped out and gave his avatar a warning.
His actions have crossed the line. Even the demonic path needs basic order. If everyone were like Feng Bingwen's incarnation, slaughtering cities at the drop of a hat, how could they possibly develop? They wouldn't even need to build sects; they could just fight each other.
"Cliffside Market!"
Shen Bei muttered something to himself. He knew the surrounding terrain like the back of his hand and had already memorized it. His figure transformed into a streak of blood light and flew out of the cave, followed closely by the several blood corpses he had cultivated.
Then, Shen Bei fully utilized the characteristics of a demonic disciple. Whenever he encountered a cultivator weaker than him, he would kill them without uttering a word of nonsense. However, when he encountered someone that his current avatar could not defeat, or that would require him to pay a heavy price, he would avoid them at all costs.
Until Feng Bingwen found his target, a burly man in a blood-red robe. If one ignored the blood-red robe on which dozens of faces occasionally appeared, his square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes did have a certain righteous air.
"The Corpse King's Palace!"
The moment the square-faced man saw Shen Bei, and saw the distinctive blood-soaked corpse behind him, he recognized him immediately, even revealing his identity.
"Eight blood corpses, you are Shen Bei!"
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