Even so, Feng Bingwen felt that he had missed something. However, he thought about the content of his wish and his requirements for his master. He had deliberated for a long time before finalizing it, and he couldn't think of any loopholes.
High strength and exceptional talent—that's the most basic requirement for teaching him now. Otherwise, he'd be like that old镖师 (bodyguard/escort) from the镖局 (escort agency), who would be ashamed and leave after just one encounter with him.
As for being broad-minded and unmoved by external things, that's also a must. After all, he has a dragon ball inside him. What if a poor master from a remote village is jealous of what's inside him and cuts him open?
Therefore, high standards must be set in terms of both character and wealth. To become his master, one must be so wealthy that one wouldn't even be interested in a single dragon ball, otherwise, he simply wouldn't dare to become his master.
They're generous and open-handed, needless to say. But I don't know when this ridiculous rule came about, that masters always have to hold back some knowledge when teaching apprentices, causing many traditions to be lost.
Feng Bingwen didn't want to encounter a master who liked to hide his true abilities. If he learned something, it would be from an incomplete version; what was the point of learning then?
"There shouldn't be any problem!"
Feng Bingwen thought and thought, but he really couldn't figure out what was wrong with his wish this time.
However, the unusual nature of the celestial book made him uneasy, as he felt that something was missing.
"I wish I could make a wish after I have done more good deeds."
In the end, Feng Bingwen could only attribute the reason to the fact that his good deeds this time were not enough.
However, it is essential to retain at least one hundred good deeds. He has already accumulated over three hundred evil deeds, and if these evil deeds outweigh his good deeds, Feng Bingwen worries that something bad might happen. Therefore, good deeds must outweigh evil deeds.
Moreover, even if he were to sacrifice all his good deeds, it wouldn't bring about any qualitative change. Ultimately, it's still...
"I can't wait any longer!"
Feng Bingwen pulled open his sleeve, revealing smooth and delicate skin that would make even young women envious. However, as soon as he relaxed his mind, dazzling golden scales appeared on his fair skin, covering his entire arm in the blink of an eye.
"If I wait any longer, who knows what I'll become!"
Looking at the inhuman arm on his body, Feng Bingwen looked worried. At first, he didn't care much about the few golden scales growing on his chest, as they could be used as a breast protector. But when this change spread throughout his body, he could no longer bear it.
Feng Bingwen was certain that he was born as a human being. Now, with the dragon pearl inside his stomach, it was twisting his body and transforming him into a non-human being, ignoring his will.
To be honest, Feng Bingwen wasn't unwilling to transform into a true dragon capable of swimming freely in rivers, lakes, and seas, and soaring through the heavens; in fact, he even had some anticipation for it.
However, he hated this uncontrollable process, so he wished to become stronger from the Heavenly Book. The Dragon Ball that the Heavenly Book gave him did indeed strengthen him to an extraordinary level in just half a year.
Those two self-proclaimed top-tier martial arts figures in Qingshan County couldn't even withstand a single move from him. He could easily suppress them with sheer brute force, let alone the supernatural powers he possessed from the Dragon Ball.
He was very strong. Feng Bingwen did not underestimate himself. He was very sure of this. Even those martial arts masters who had established their own schools and were famous throughout the region were probably no match for him.
But what's the point?
The power he possesses now is not something he actively cultivated; it fell from the sky, and he can only endure the torment of passively becoming stronger.
At first, Feng Bingwen was able to remain calm, but as time went on and his power gradually increased, he began to have his own ideas.
He wanted to take control of the process of becoming stronger, just like the transformation from human to dragon. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but he had to be in complete control of the process, rather than being forcibly transformed.
...
In a prosperous and peaceful land, as the year draws to a close, every city and county is filled with joy, preparing to welcome the new year. But in a desolate continent, the vegetation is lush and exudes a primal energy, with mountains stretching out like dragons and snakes.
On this ancient and desolate land, which exudes a wild and bloody atmosphere, a young man who is out of place walks on it.
The young man was dressed in white, tall and slender, with a face like jade, eyes like bright stars, sword-like eyebrows, and sideburns as if cut by a knife, like a noble young master carefully cultivated by a royal family.
The appearance of such a noble young man in this wild and untamed place where great evils frequently appear seems rather strange.
However, the white-clad youth paid little attention to the poisonous insects and ferocious beasts around him, and even disregarded the faint, fierce aura emanating from the distant forest.
Because the poisonous insects as thick as an adult's arm and the ferocious beasts as big as oxen around him were all desperately trying to stay away from him, as if he were the peerless ferocious beast that had emerged from the ancient wilderness, and the roles of the two seemed to have been reversed.
In this leisurely and carefree place, as if strolling through mountains and rivers, the young man stood before a pitch-black mountain range that resembled a desolate wasteland.
This is a dangerous place that is obvious at first glance. The dark, majestic mountain rises into the clouds, towering and precipitous. Not a blade of grass grows on the mountain. Even the venomous insects and ferocious beasts of extraordinary lineage in the surrounding vast forests will keep a long detour.
But the boy seemed like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, fearless of everything in the world. He walked straight to the magnificent mountains, just one step away from stepping into them.
Only then did he seem to realize the danger of the mountains, stop in his tracks, and simply admire their ruggedness and marvel at the wonders of nature!
After admiring the scenery for a while without any movement from the mountains, the young man frowned, seemingly growing impatient.
"I've already stood here, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"
Although the boy's voice was calm, when it reached the dark mountains, it sounded like thunder, echoing endlessly among the peaks.
What explanation do you want?
Such a commotion could not be contained by the creature lurking in the mountains. A knight clad in iron armor, holding a long spear, surrounded by a hazy black mist, rode a ghost horse whose eyes flashed with eerie black flames. He appeared in front of the boy, stopped his horse a hundred feet away, and did not approach.
"Your little thing entered the human world without a word, and then flew into a rage over some trivial matter, acting recklessly and slaughtering half of my human city. Are you planning to pretend this never happened?"
"What's half a city compared to that?"
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