She was sitting cross-legged in the center of the minefield, having been meditating with her eyes closed for over a year.
This year was the most crucial year for her, because every bolt of heavenly lightning around her was equivalent to a heavenly tribulation. When she successfully emerged from seclusion, it would be the day she passed the final tribulation of refining her spirit and officially became a god.
Her consciousness spread outwards from her physical body, filling the entire minefield with her thoughts and feelings, and along an imperceptible path, she also sensed other minefields in the far distance.
Wherever there is thunder, there is her sense of touch.
Suddenly, her consciousness seemed to encounter a similar energy, an extremely familiar feeling, like two long-time confidants meeting in a single day.
She clearly sensed the other person's relief and expressed her own joy without reservation.
Countless pieces of knowledge were exchanged at lightning speed through their divine thoughts, with each second's flow equivalent to the lifetime of a supreme immortal.
A flood of information rushed into Feng Baiyi's mind, making her understand many things at that moment.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her eyes.
All the information was stored in her mind, the accumulation of Thor's billions of years. Although she couldn't fully comprehend it yet, she was confident that one day she would become a super strong being no less powerful than Thor.
Lift your foot, take a step.
There was still no energy fluctuation on her body, but with just one light step, she had already arrived in front of the two supreme brothers.
Aman and his companion knelt respectfully, and in this treacherous place amidst the thunder and lightning, they lowered all their defenses and bowed down to the fairy of thunder.
The thunderbolts hovered above their heads, but never struck.
Feng Baiyi looked up and gazed into the distance. Through the endless thunder and lightning, she seemed to see that unforgettable smiling face again.
Volume 22, Chapter 49: The Three Reunite
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A gentle breeze blew by, softly lifting a few tender leaves from the tree.
The sunlight overhead wasn't intense; it simply fell on people, giving rise to a lazy, listless feeling.
Deep in the forest, a few people sat on benches, basking in the sun. When they had free time, they played a game of chess. When they were bored, they would sip a cup of fine tea and yawn. It was very comfortable.
The old Taoist priest stretched lazily and let out a heartfelt sigh. This way of cultivating was truly comfortable.
The two people talking to him were the Great Serpent Supreme and Xuan Ci.
Among those who ascended to the Immortal Realm with Xiao Wenbing, only Xuanci was a cultivator born on Earth. That's why Xiao Wenbing arranged for him and the local tyrant, the Great Serpent Supreme, to accompany the old Taoist priest.
As for the Food King, who was able to speak in front of everyone, he was playing chess with Zhang Yaqi with a worried expression.
This old shrew was extremely skilled at chess. Xiao Wenbing played dozens of games against him but failed to win a single one, ultimately suffering a spectacular defeat.
Out of curiosity, Zhang Yaqi took over. When these two met, it was a true clash of equals, a battle of wits that raged on the board.
Xiao Wenbing watched for a long time, and when Zhang Yaqi finally won, he laughed three times and left.
Food King was furious and kept pestering Zhang Yaqi to continue the game. However, he had lost his composure, and his performance was predictable. To this day, he has not won a single game, just like when Xiao Wenbing played against him.
Since the Taoist priest Xianyun ascended to heaven, Xiao Wenbing arranged this idyllic scene in the most celestial place in the forest, asking the old Taoist to take good care of himself.
Cultivating in such an environment is truly extremely leisurely, without any pressure, making everyone secretly envious of this old Taoist priest.
However, no one dared to voice their opposition; at most, they would mutter a few complaints in their hearts, since they themselves had not received such an outstanding disciple as Xiao Wenbing.
Even the true master of the forest, the Seven-Colored Winged King, obediently gave up this auspicious land in the forest, while he hid in his palace, busy with something unknown.
A figure flashed out from the void; it was Xiao Wenbing.
He arrived here and first looked at the chessboard. Zhang Yaqi smiled gently at him, while the Food King had a stern face and didn't even glance at him.
Xiao Wenbing immediately realized that this old shrew had not won a single game so far.
He found it amusing. He hadn't expected that this old man, being a spirit, would have no peace or tranquility whatsoever. Instead, he was quite particular about gains and losses, which made him rather unusual.
With a swift movement, he appeared beside the old Taoist priest, Xianyun, and asked, "Master, are you settling in well here?"
The old Taoist priest stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "Very good, disciple. If I had known that life in the Immortal Realm was so leisurely, I would have ascended here long ago."
The great serpent supreme and Xuan Ci beside him trembled slightly, almost spilling the tea from their cups.
They both looked up at the old Taoist priest, their gazes filled with resentment.
This is indeed the Immortal Realm, but it's not as idyllic as people imagine. Whether it's the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, the Forest Sea, or even Huangzhou City, it's all rife with conflict.
Although immortals are far stronger than ordinary people, a mere Nascent Soul stage immortal has no special privileges.
Let alone the place with the most abundant immortal energy in the forest, even an ordinary immortal treasure land is not a place that a newly ascended immortal can occupy.
In the ten years or so since his ascension, Xuan Ci has come to understand this principle deeply. The life of the Great Serpent Supreme, who has risen step by step from the Integration Realm, is a bloody and tearful history that is enough to bring tears to one's eyes.
So when they heard the old Taoist's thoughts, they couldn't help but feel saddened, realizing that the fates of people are indeed incomparable.
Their gazes lingered on Xiao Wenbing for a moment, both inwardly sighing with relief that they had finally managed to climb onto this powerful tree. With this backer, they would surely never fall on hard times again.
The old Taoist priest and his disciple Xiao Wenbing had absolutely nothing in common regarding the sentiments these two men were expressing.
The old Taoist priest goes without saying; after ascending from the cultivation world, aside from the initial thrilling escape, he has been peacefully enjoying blessings here ever since.
Whenever they have free time, they absorb a little energy from the primordial crystals to improve their cultivation, enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature, and live a very comfortable life. Naturally, they have no experience of the ferocity of the immortal realm.
As for Xiao Wenbing, he relied on his unique skill of creating something out of nothing to get rich quick, and everyone treated him with utmost respect. Although he had many experiences, he managed to overcome them all without serious harm.
He'd seen plenty of interesting things in the immortal realm, but as for danger, he hadn't encountered many. Besides, many immortals had now reached the level of Refining God Immortals, and with the support of the Lonely God, their futures were bright, so naturally they wouldn't understand the gloom in their hearts.
The people sat facing each other, quite satisfied with the current situation.
However, this harmonious atmosphere lasted for less than fifteen minutes before Xiao Wenbing jumped up like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Disciple, what's wrong?" the old Taoist asked in surprise. Since they had met again, he had never seen Xiao Wenbing so out of control. He couldn't help but wonder if some powerful enemy had come looking for him.
"Master, someone's here!" Xiao Wenbing exclaimed with delight.
The old Taoist priest's heart skipped a beat; just as he had expected. However, he had been here for some time and knew that the protective forces here were extremely strong, so he wasn't really worried. He simply asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
“It’s a deity.” Xiao Wenbing, oblivious to his master’s unusual demeanor, remained excited. If it weren’t for the fact that the old Taoist priest had only recently arrived, he would have already left the old man behind to greet him personally.
"A deity." The old Taoist priest gasped. To him, a deity was an unattainable being. Upon hearing that the attacker was a deity, the old man was at a loss.
"Yes, you've seen them too."
The old Taoist priest was greatly surprised. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is it the Lord of Treasures?"
“No.” Xiao Wenbing’s face lit up with a smile. “It’s white.”
"Feng Baiyi?" the old Taoist priest murmured, suddenly realizing why his disciple was so excited.
His gaze swept over Xiao Wenbing and Zhang Yaqi. He was surprised that these three had all cultivated to the level of gods, even though he had just ascended to the Immortal Realm. He was overwhelmed with emotion and could not contain himself.
There seemed to be a slight ripple in the air, and before everyone appeared a stunningly beautiful woman of unparalleled elegance. Her large, clear, bright eyes were captivating.
"White clothes".
"Sister Feng".
Feng Baiyi nodded slightly to them. Suddenly, a huge thunderous sound came from afar, faintly approaching, which was terrifying and made people cover their ears.
It turned out that Feng Baiyi arrived riding on lightning, and at the last moment, she accelerated, moving at a speed that was even slightly faster than the lightning itself.
Two figures swiftly descended from the sky, breaking through the blockade of countless supreme beings in an instant, and arrived behind Feng Baiyi.
No one expected that there were people hiding in the rumbling thunder, so everyone stared in disbelief as the two flew into the encirclement before they realized what was happening.
These two auras were extremely unfamiliar, but in terms of power, they were no less than those of the giant serpent.
In an instant, many supreme beings shouted, filled with righteous indignation. The thought that their defenses had been so easily breached made them hate these two unexpected enemies to the core.
Feng Baiyi slightly raised her head, her phoenix eyes sweeping around, and a cold aura immediately spread out from her.
The surrounding shouts and curses immediately fell silent. It was more effective than any loud rebuke, truly worthy of divine pressure. No one dared to even entertain the slightest thought of resistance.
"Who are these two in white?" Xiao Wenbing asked in great surprise, as he sensed a familiar aura emanating from them.
“They are my messengers.”
"A divine messenger?" Xiao Wenbing looked at Zhang Yaqi in surprise, only to see that she also had a strange expression on her face.
Of the three, Feng Baiyi was the least sociable, but she was the first to recruit a divine messenger, which surprised Xiao Wenbing.
"White Robe, why did you suddenly become interested in recruiting divine messengers?"
“Fate.” Feng Baiyi briefly recounted how she met the two of them, then said, “One of them is called Mingman’er, the senior brother, and the other is called Aman’er, the junior brother. I have taken them in. Wenbing, give each of them a Primal Crystal.”
Without saying a word, Xiao Wenbing took out four Origin Crystals and tossed them to the two of them respectively.
The Mingman brothers accepted the treasure with trepidation. As top-tier supreme immortals, they naturally knew its value. They were surprised to each receive two at once, and were immediately filled with gratitude, realizing how fortunate they were to have such a master.
The Great Serpent Supreme stepped forward with a hearty laugh, bowed respectfully to Feng Baiyi, and said, "Greetings, Master."
Then everyone remembered that the first servant that Feng Baiyi had taken in was actually the Great Serpent Supreme.
Feng Baiyi nodded slightly, her eyes sparkling. Suddenly, she saw the old Taoist priest Xianyun and was startled. In a flash, she was beside the old Taoist priest, bowed deeply, and said, "Greetings, Senior."
The old Taoist priest hurriedly helped her up, repeatedly saying he dared not.
Even though the old Taoist priest was arrogant, he still knew the difference between gods and immortals. He could accept his own disciples, but he dared not accept the generous gifts from Zhang and Feng.
After chatting for a while, a flying sword came flying through the air. Xiao Wenbing caught it casually, unfolded it, and immediately beamed with joy, saying, "Everyone, business is here! We can open for business now."
Volume 22, Chapter 50: The New Situation of the Skeletons
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Within the sea, the colorful palace was bustling with activity.
Not only did the three newly ascended deities, including Xiao Wenbing, grace us with their presence, but dozens of supreme-level immortal experts also came.