"That's impossible!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's request, Ji Changkong resolutely refused. If such a matter were to spread, it would be a huge blow to the Ji family's reputation. Moreover, it would not only damage their reputation, but also make it extremely difficult to recruit geniuses from ordinary backgrounds in the future.
There are too many things involved here, and it has seriously damaged the interests of the Ji family. Even if they wanted to explain, there would be no way to do so. This is just something that a declining branch of the Ji family did on its own initiative.
Who cares about these things outside the Ji family? All they need to know is that the person who did this is someone with Ji family blood.
"If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility. Does the prestigious Ji family not even have this much sense of responsibility?"
"It's not that we lack a sense of responsibility; even we didn't expect something like this to happen."
"So, you want to cover this up?"
"This matter must never be spread. This is our bottom line. The Ji family will never back down. To protect our reputation, we are prepared to fight."
At this point, even Ji Changkong, who had been all smiles, became extremely serious.
"reputation?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but shake his head.
"If you really value this so much, you should properly restrain the words and deeds of your clansmen, instead of letting some bad apples use the power of ancient families to harm the pride of the human race."
"Is Daozi unwilling to let this matter rest?"
Ji Changkong asked somewhat helplessly, "Different positions lead to different perspectives on the issue. I admit that the Ji family cannot escape responsibility for this matter, but as a member of the Ji family, I have no choice but to protect the interests of the family."
"It's not that I'm unwilling to let this go, but that you're unwilling to take responsibility!"
Feng Bingwen shook his head. If you make a mistake, you should admit it; if you get beaten, you should stand up straight. It's such a simple principle, but these ancient families just don't understand it. When something happens, they only think about covering it up.
Upon closer reflection, if it weren't for the deterrent effect of his status, things would probably have unfolded exactly as the foolish, wicked woman had predicted: the die was cast, everything was already set in stone, and the Ji family might have tacitly approved of it all.
The Nine Provinces of Humanity are not dark. The sages of the past, such as the Martial Ancestor and the Dao Venerable, are like the great sun in the sky, benefiting hundreds of millions of people, illuminating their darkness and giving them infinite light.
Although some of the sages have perished, and some have transcended, only a very small number have survived to this day, and most of them are in a deep slumber. However, their existence prevents those powerful clans and factions from acting recklessly and crossing the red line drawn by the sages. But in private, they inevitably engage in some underhanded actions.
"In that case, there's nothing we can do."
Ji Changkong sighed, and then his expression changed. His eyes shone with a dazzling light, and his vital energy surged.
"I have long heard of the Supreme Daoist's illustrious achievements in the demon realm. He overpowered Kunpeng with his human body and captured him, greatly enhancing the prestige of the human race. We should raise a toast to him."
Although I have now advanced a great realm beyond Daozi's, communicating with him is not an act of bullying the weak. I humbly request Daozi Feng's guidance!
As he spoke, the Ji family's law enforcement elder spread his five fingers and reached out to grab Feng Bingwen. The spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth gathered in his palm, instantly covering an area of several hundred feet in diameter.
Feng Bingwen looked up at the sky and saw a huge purple hand covering the sky, forcefully and domineeringly filling everything he could see, reaching out to grab him.
"Impressive supernatural power!"
If Feng Bingwen had just left the mountain gate more than half a year ago, he would have been on high alert and given his all when faced with the capture of a human immortal. But now that he had received the legacy of a great master, Feng Bingwen's expression was unusually calm.
He didn't use any Taoist magic or supernatural powers. Although with the blessing of his innate Five Elements Taoist body, he could compete with a human immortal in this aspect, it was too inefficient and couldn't quell the anger surging in his chest.
"But that's not enough!"
The young Taoist responded to the overwhelming hand in a simple way: he clenched his fist and then simply threw it out. There were no dazzling spells or magnificent supernatural powers, only a simple and unadorned punch.
Rumble—
A deafening explosion, louder than thunder, rang out. With this simple punch, a huge hole was blasted open in the center of the palm that could easily crush a mountain. The hole continued to expand, causing the divine power to collapse completely in less than two breaths.
"What a strong physique!"
Seeing that Feng Bingwen had simply swung his fist and erased his supernatural power, Ji Changkong admired him but also noticed the key point and immediately questioned him.
"I have heard that the Supreme Daoist is skilled in supernatural powers and techniques, but I have never heard of his physique being comparable to that of a dragon or an elephant. I have reason to doubt your true identity, fellow Daoist. If you dare to impersonate him, hehe!"
"Elder Changkong, why waste words with him? This scoundrel is surely an imposter of the Supreme Dao Child, trying to tarnish the reputation of my Ji family!"
“That’s right, this person is definitely an imposter, not the Supreme Daoist Master. I’ve never heard of the Supreme Daoist Master coming to Beicangzhou!”
Ji Changkong merely raised a hypothesis, and the Ji family enforcers accompanying him responded. They all had their own scales of judgment regarding right and wrong, and knew how to evaluate them, but all their actions had to prioritize the interests of their family—that's what aristocratic families are like.
"Come at me all at once, don't hold back. I recently had a stroke of good fortune and was looking for someone to spar with!"
Even when his identity was questioned, Feng Bingwen remained calm and did not get angry. What was there to be angry about? Once he had beaten them down with his fists, even if it was fake, it would become real. Besides, his identity was genuine to begin with.
"How dare you impersonate the Supreme Daoist Master and parade around the city! You are truly guilty of heinous crimes! Surrender at once!"
"You madman, cease your arrogance!"
Feng Bingwen's simple provocation immediately sent nearly half of the cultivators from the law enforcement team dispatched by the main branch of the Ji family to deal with the problem into the sky to attack Feng Bingwen.
This wasn't because Feng Bingwen's provocation was particularly effective, but rather because these guys had planned to do it anyway. They belonged to the Enforcement Hall, and ruthlessness was their standard trait.
They weren't just newly graduated cultivators who couldn't let loose and insisted on fighting against others based on the same cultivation level or one-on-one combat. They weren't that pedantic.
"Good timing!"
Even when surrounded and attacked, including two Immortals who were a whole realm higher than him, Feng Bingwen not only showed no resentment, but laughed with joy, just as he had hoped.
He has lost an accurate assessment of his own combat strength. He needs a battle where he can fight without restraint and give it his all to redefine his level of combat power.
These cultivators, all from ancient aristocratic families, are excellent test subjects. The techniques they cultivate and the supernatural abilities they develop are undoubtedly top-notch. Some of them even possess secret techniques passed down only by their families. Any one of them could easily defeat a rogue cultivator of the same level. This is the foundation of aristocratic families; there's no way around it.
Faced with such an opponent, Feng Bingwen could unleash his full potential without any reservations. After all, no matter how monstrous he was, it was impossible for him to accidentally kill a human immortal; that would be too outrageous.
crackling sounds~
Splash~
Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~
The enforcement team dispatched by the Ji family consisted mainly of immortal cultivators and supplemented by martial artists. At this moment, nearly half of them were targeting Feng Bingwen. It was truly dazzling and magnificent, but within this brilliance lay deadly killing intent.
Yawen Bar
Faced with all this, Feng Bingwen neither dodged nor avoided, nor even released his protective Five Elements, because there was no need. His intuition told him that his current physique had surpassed the innate Five Elements, and he no longer needed the Five Elements that accompanied his Dao Body to block the attacks.
That's what he thought, and that's what he did. Faced with the surging Taoist magic and supernatural powers, as well as the storm of spells, he simply swung his fists and crushed them one by one with an unparalleled force.
"How is this possible?"
Watching Feng Bingwen forcefully shatter his Fire Phoenix Divine Power, which had cultivated a wisp of Samadhi True Fire, with his fist, even a well-informed aristocratic cultivator could not remain calm. This was beyond his comprehension.
He had seen powerful martial arts cultivators before, but even if those martial artists had strong physiques, there should be a limit. Even if they were fearless in the face of his Samadhi True Fire, they would use special protective gear to isolate it, rather than breaking through it with their bare flesh and blood.
Having witnessed Feng Bingwen's ridiculously powerful physique and watched him wield his fists to demonstrate what it means to break through all laws with force, the immortal cultivators, including those in charge and Ji Changkong, found it hard to accept.
As for the martial artists in the law enforcement team, each of them has tempered their bodies with the Qi of Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, breaking through the shackles of the human bloodline, and is climbing to a higher level.
However, these martial artists, whose blood was vigorous and whose vitality was strong enough to regenerate severed limbs, were no match for Feng Bingwen and were crushed by him with overwhelming force.
The Ji family's immortal cultivators could use magic to restrain Feng Bingwen, fighting and moving around at the same time. Although they were struggling to hold on, they could at least delay the fight. However, for the Ji family's martial artists, who were skilled in close combat, to fight Feng Bingwen in close combat was beyond even the best description.
"How can your physique be so powerful? This doesn't make sense!"
A martial arts immortal who had cultivated the essence of fist techniques and was comparable to a master of the Cave Profound Realm made a move. At this moment, his palms and Feng Bingwen's fingers were interlocked, and he was wrestling with Feng Bingwen in the purest and most primitive way.
According to common sense and consensus among cultivators, in the same field, cultivators of higher realms can easily crush those of lower realms. This is especially evident in martial arts cultivation.
However, when the only martial arts immortal in the Ji family's law enforcement team was wrestling with Feng Bingwen, he felt his palms groaning, then his arms, and finally his entire body. Incredibly, he felt as if he was being torn apart.
"Existence is its own justification. You are no match for me. Step aside!"
In order to persuade him to withdraw in the most reasonable way, he exerted force with both hands and suddenly tore off the arm of the martial arts immortal.
He flung the arm away and then punched the man in the chest. After a series of bone-cracking sounds that made one's teeth ache, the immortal was sent flying backward, crashing through more than ten distant mountains before finally stopping his momentum.
"That's about it!"
After glancing at the martial arts immortal who had emerged but lost both arms, Feng Bingwen ignored him. Although the other party still had some fighting power, in his current state, anyone who dared to rush up would be easily slaughtered by him. Once he recovered, he would also beat the entire law enforcement team to a pulp.
"It's time to end this!"
Having already tested just how powerful his physique was, Feng Bingwen lost interest and had no intention of continuing. His body was now so strong that it made cultivators of the same or even higher realms despair.
For them, he was practically invulnerable. Even if he stood still, it would probably take them quite a while to break through his defenses.
It sounds incredibly absurd, and in actual combat it is equally unbelievable. Even after just the initial contact, people doubt his identity as the Supreme Daoist.
In just over half a year, Feng Bingwen achieved something that 99% of martial artists in the world could only look up to.
It seems very unfair. In fact, Feng Bingwen himself also felt that it was somewhat unfair, but when he thought about the torment he went through to get this body, he felt that everything was reasonable.
Even if he were to fall into hell and suffer the tortures of purgatory, it would probably not be as painful as the pain he experienced when he merged with the innate primordial energy severed by that supreme being.
boom!
Feeling his body begin to warm up, Feng Bingwen took a step, and ripples spread out from beneath his feet. His figure had already disappeared from the sight of the many cultivators of the Ji family.
The moment the thought of "how fast!" arose in Ji Changkong's mind, the fist rapidly enlarged before his eyes. The protective spell he had cast on himself seemed to be the most fragile thing in the world, shattering at the slightest touch.
However, he was not a rogue cultivator. He possessed nearly twenty magical treasures for defense and protection, but these treasures were shattered one after another by Feng Bingwen's punch.
Ding~
Finally, a rusty bronze bell leaped from above his head, growing to about ten feet in size, and cast a hazy purple light that enveloped his body, making it impossible for Feng Bingwen to maintain his overwhelming and terrifying momentum.
"That's interesting!"
Upon seeing this, Feng Bingwen smiled calmly. It was normal for disciples of aristocratic families to have magical treasures that could protect their lives. However, even a scion of an aristocratic family could not expect to receive the same treatment as him.
"What are you trying to do, kid?"
An angry, aged voice rang out, but Feng Bingwen's hand disappeared into a void. When it reappeared, he was holding a wheel of light that emitted five-colored divine light.
Clang~
Feng Bingwen, carrying the magical artifact, smashed it directly onto the small bronze bell as if it were a brick, sending it flying with a single blow.
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