"Haha, Brother Feng, this is Yin Zhaofeng, a true disciple of the Imperial Divine Palace. Like you, he cultivates both immortality and martial arts!"
In Xianyang City, atop the Phoenix Perch Tower, many human prodigies gathered. Among them, a burly young man dressed in animal skins laughed loudly as he introduced the prodigies to a Taoist priest seated at the head of the table.
"Greetings, Feng Daozi!"
A dashing and unrestrained young man in a white robe and brocade robe stood up and bowed to the Taoist priest who looked younger than him.
His face showed no sign of displeasure. Since ancient times, the accomplished have always been the first to be respected, especially since the other party was the Supreme Daoist Master—few people knew that the Supreme Daoist Master had yielded the position.
"I've met Fellow Daoist Yin. No need to be so polite."
Feng Bingwen responded politely with a smile.
"This is Ji Changqing, a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect!"
After Feng Bingwen greeted the true disciple of the Imperial Divine Palace, Yi Canglan continued to introduce the next person to Feng Bingwen. With Feng Bingwen's current status, he was undoubtedly the most dazzling and eye-catching person on the top floor of this famous restaurant in Xianyang City.
This person happened to be acquainted with Feng Bingwen. The handsome cultivator, who had stood up as introduced by Yi Canglan, bowed to him.
"Brother Feng, how have you been?"
"How have you been?"
Feng Bingwen responded with a smile.
He still vividly remembers this prodigy cultivator, after all, the guy who kept trying to introduce his younger sister to him was truly unforgettable.
"Brother Feng, do you know Fellow Daoist Ji?"
Seeing the two greeting each other, Yi Canglan was somewhat surprised.
"Brother Feng and I have a long-standing friendship. By the way, do you have a Daoist partner now?"
Even under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ji Changqing showed no fear. Although his current cultivation level remained firmly at the Transcendent Realm, he was not intimidated by Feng Bingwen, who was already at the Core Formation Realm, and dared to ask him questions in a teasing tone.
"Not at the moment."
Feng Bingwen remained expressionless. He was already used to it, and when he saw this Ji Zhenchuan, he had already prepared himself. The situation before him was just as he had expected.
"A Daoist partner?"
The twenty-odd true disciples in the pavilion looked at each other, most of them with somewhat subtle expressions.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, why are you asking Brother Feng such a question?"
As the host of this banquet for prodigies, Yi Canglan couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, his eyes sparkling with divine light.
If it were a female cultivator, it wouldn't be strange for Fellow Daoist Feng to ask such a question, but it's a male cultivator. Could it be that this Brother Ji has some kind of peculiar fetish? If that's the case, we should stay away from him in the future, lest we get entangled with him.
"Please don't misunderstand, everyone. The reason I asked Feng Daozi this question is mainly because I have a..."
Sensing the subtle atmosphere in Phoenix Perch Tower, Ji Changqing quickly realized that what he had just said was somewhat ambiguous and could easily be misunderstood.
Although there were many talented individuals present, few recognized him. To put it bluntly, he was relatively unknown among them, ranking among the weakest in terms of both status and strength.
Of course, he may be weak, but he is not arrogant. He believes that his talent is no less than that of anyone present, including those whose level is higher than his. Given time, he is sure that he will be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
"Haha, you all don't know, but this True Disciple Ji has a younger sister who has cultivated a first-grade pulse. This Fellow Daoist Ji has come to choose a brother-in-law. However, Fellow Daoist's eyes are truly sharp, as he took a liking to Daoist Feng at first glance."
Then someone else stood up laughing and tried to defend Ji Changqing, saying that it was a close friend of his.
"A first-grade pulse diagnosis?"
The eyes of many true disciples were somewhat different. For the twelve paths of the Xuanmen, cultivating a first-grade pulse pattern basically meant there was a very high probability of becoming a true Dao Child, and this was a requirement only for the top sects of the Daoist school.
"A first-grade pulse? I heard that the Myriad Spirits Sect produced a Myriad Spirits Body named Ji Lingyue. Could she be your sister? She's someone who will inherit the Dao lineage in the future. As her older brother, you actually want to marry her off?"
A child-like figure with delicate features spoke up. Although he looked young, no one would look down on him for being able to sit here.
"Becoming Daoist partners is just that. So what if we confirm our relationship? It doesn't mean we have to leave the Myriad Spirits Sect!"
Then another lazy voice rang out.
"That's true, but isn't this idea a bit too clever? So what if he has the Myriad Spirits Body? How could he be worthy of the Supreme Dao Child!"
"Brother Dao, isn't that a biased statement?"
"A first-grade pulse is a top-notch talent, no matter where you are. However, it is somewhat inadequate for the Supreme Dao. I heard that the previous Dao Child of the Supreme Dao, Senior Zhao Junxian, had a celestial-grade pulse, which was unprecedented throughout history!"
"You sycophants! How could I be like you opportunistic villains? I took a liking to Brother Feng when he was still a rogue cultivator before he entered the Supreme Dao!"
Hearing the discussions around him, Ji Changqing frowned and retorted.
"Fellow Daoist Ji has a keen eye for talent, but it's a pity it's too late. He failed to establish a relationship before Feng Bingwen gained power, and now it's probably impossible."
"Everyone, we are gathered here not to discuss Feng Daozi's Daoist partner. Let's not stray from the topic!"
As the atmosphere grew increasingly heated, but the content of the conversation strayed further and further from the topic, Yi Canglan, as the host, had no choice but to interrupt, spoiling the enjoyment of these human prodigies.
"What the Sunset God Lord said is absolutely right. Let's talk about some serious matters. Let's not talk nonsense about Daoist partners anymore, since we can't make that decision."
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
"Let's get back to the main topic!"
"We are gathered here to discuss important matters. There should be a leader, otherwise, when we disagree, there will be no one to mediate. This is not good!"
"The one in charge? Isn't Brother Yi the one? Do you all have any objections?"
"We have no objection, but what about Feng Daozi?"
Guided by those with ulterior motives, dozens of gazes fell upon Feng Bingwen, who was calmly drinking wine and eating fruit at the table. Even though he had just become the focus of everyone's discussion, he had not said much.
Let them talk if they want. It's not like he'll lose a piece of his flesh. With his current status, he doesn't need to attract too much attention. The outside world's attention will naturally fall on him. It's better to keep quiet.
"I have no objection!"
Although he didn't want to admit it, Feng Bingwen had to admit that he was still influenced by his senior brothers and sisters. There was no need to fight over those things that were not beneficial to cultivation and would only affect it. Even if he remembered, his name, Taishang Daozi, must have been among them and could not have been forgotten.
"Brother Feng, if you were..."
Seeing the shift in atmosphere at the banquet, Yi Canglan's sharply defined face broke into a hearty smile. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Bingwen.
"Brother Yi, I came here to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits. Besides that, I am here to cultivate. I only seek peace and quiet. Please do not disturb me with worldly affairs."
That's what they said, but Feng Bingwen also saw through the deception. The human prodigies gathered at Phoenix Perch Tower were all inspired by Yi Canglan's encouragement... no, by the words of Sunset God, and then gathered here.
These prodigies all share a common goal: to slay the noble bloodlines among the demons, to bring glory to the human race, and to sweep away the shadow left by the Golden Crow Clan's half-demon rampage against the human race.
But the reason why geniuses are geniuses is because their talent far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators, and their speed of cultivation is unmatched by their peers. Such cultivators often have a sense of pride in their hearts.
They find it difficult to submit to the will of others. In a sense, such a group of people is a disorganized mess. Even Yi Canglan, who obtained the title of Sunset God by defeating the half-demon of the Golden Crow Clan, could not convince them. Some even wanted to challenge him.
However, given Yi Canglan's current reputation, he had to suppress such thoughts. Otherwise, the verbal and written criticism would be enough to make any cultivator who wanted to shake Yi Canglan's position feel ashamed. After all, Yi Canglan was the one who turned the tide after the defeat of the three Daoists and two Buddhist disciples, and he preserved the face of the human race.
Even so, it doesn't mean that some people will suppress their ambitions. Not all cultivators are like the Supreme Daoist, who can ignore fame and fortune, pursue the Great Dao single-mindedly, and care about nothing else.
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"After we leave the Nine Provinces, how to make our human race famous will depend entirely on Brother Yi's arrangements."
Although Feng Bingwen did not intend to get involved, he also did not intend to relinquish the leadership position to others. He found this descendant of the ancient gods agreeable, so Feng Bingwen stood up for him at this time.
With the Supreme Daoist Master speaking up, this little incident was easily resolved. Although he hadn't actually made a move, few dared to question him because of his status as a Daoist Master.
Feng Bingwen's whereabouts were not secret. Before entering the Taishangdao Mountain Gate, he had entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Secret Realm. There were not many people who had seen him. As long as one was willing to pay attention and investigate once or twice, one could find out Feng Bingwen's impressive record before he officially joined the mountain gate. No one would dare to underestimate him.
After the brief incident, the atmosphere at the gathering gradually warmed up. In addition, Feng Bingwen occasionally answered some questions, which made the many prodigies even more excited, because the Supreme Dao was too mysterious to cultivators who did not understand it.
"Feng Daozi, I would like to ask you something."
"No need to be so polite, just ask. If it's convenient, I'll answer you!"
Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a female cultivator.
"I have heard about what happened before you entered Xianyang. I would like to ask if you have the bloodline of the Ying clan and the Zhao family?"
"No."
Feng Bingwen resolutely rejected the idea without the slightest hesitation.
"Yeah?"
The female cultivator's eyes gleamed with a strange light, revealing the turmoil within her heart.
"As far as I know, the Feng surname is the oldest surname among humans!"
"Among the nine continents of humanity, there are hundreds of millions of people with the surname Feng. But they are just people with the surname Feng; they are nothing special."
Feng Bingwen understood the hidden meaning in the female cultivator's words. Although his surname was Feng, the bloodline he inherited might have been mixed with the blood of the Zhao family of the Ying surname during the transmission process.
"Moreover, I was born in Donghua Continent, which is more than 108,000 miles away from Beiming Continent. Please do not make unfounded suspicions. My parents are both mortals."
"A mortal? How is that possible?"
Some cultivators were initially prepared to believe Feng Bingwen's words, but upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed a "don't lie to me" expression.
While it may seem cruel, it is a widely acknowledged fact among cultivators that a cultivator's achievements often depend on the innate foundation bestowed upon them by their parents.
Only a very few cultivators with ordinary talent but extraordinary comprehension can defy this point, reverse their innate abilities, and sweep away those cultivators who were born noble. Each of these cultivators can leave a glorious name in the history of the human race.
It's absurd that a cultivator like Feng Bingwen, who is capable of attaining the status of a Dao Child, would have parents who are merely mortals. No one would believe it, as it goes against common sense.
It's not that there can't be outstanding talents among cultivators, but the physique of mortals dictates that they are unlikely to produce cultivators with superior innate conditions.
"Where is the Daoist Master, Feng Bingwen, of the Supreme Dao?"
As the many prodigies were astonished and showed expressions of disbelief, a questioning voice with a special rhythm entered the pavilion from outside Phoenix Perch Tower.
"They're here!"
Yi Canglan's face showed a subtle expression. He turned his head and glanced at Feng Bingwen. Then, he waved his hand, and all the doors and windows opened. A magnificent armored army floated outside the window, with the black bird banners fluttering. This caused the geniuses sitting there to show puzzled expressions.
"But was it Feng Daozi in person?"
A fair-skinned eunuch, whose appearance instantly evoked goodwill and was like a gentle breeze, entered the pavilion. As he stepped in, many of the young talents couldn't help but frown.
It wasn't that they disliked him, but rather that these prodigies were very perceptive. Even though the eunuch tried his best to restrain himself, they could still feel the oppressive power contained within him.
"Exactly!"
Feng Bingwen stood up, his expression unchanged, and his composure made many people secretly admire him, truly worthy of being called the Supreme Daoist Master.
"His Majesty has ordered that Daozi accompany me into the palace!"
"Can!"
Feng Bingwen had no objection; he also wanted to meet the current emperor of the Great Qin. Although he was not the peerless overlord who swept across the Northern Sea Continent five thousand years ago, every emperor of the Great Qin was undoubtedly a powerful ruler!
"please!"
Even Feng Bingwen could hardly fathom the eunuch's cultivation level. Bowing, Feng Bingwen followed his guidance and stepped into the carriage. The palace carriage rumbled and roared through the sky, disappearing into the distance under the watchful eyes of many geniuses, finally vanishing behind the dark and majestic palace walls that seemed like an insurmountable barrier.
Contrary to Feng Bingwen's expectations, after entering the palace, he encountered almost no obstacles, and no one searched his body. He easily met the emperor who ruled the strongest nation of the human race.
The moment Feng Bingwen looked up slightly and saw the hem of the emperor's black robes, the overwhelming imperial aura that surged forth like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down made him understand why he had been able to meet the emperor so easily.
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