"Sir, I feel so unwell!"

Just as Feng Bingwen was admiring the spectacular sight of a thousand dragons gathering before him, a rather distressed sound came from behind him. He turned around and saw Changshou clutching his neck with both hands, looking as if he couldn't breathe and was about to drown.

"I forgot!"

Noticing that his elven servant was in such discomfort, Feng Bingwen tapped his head, raised his hand and patted him, and a five-colored, radiant celestial energy wrapped around him.

"Huff~ Huff~"

With the protection of Feng Bingwen's spiritual energy, Changshou quickly recovered, panting heavily, just like a drowning boy, looking quite disheveled.

"I'm sorry, Brother Bingwen, I didn't notice either. The dragon and demonic energy here is too strong, and your servants can't withstand it."

Xi Qingyi also noticed this scene, and raised her hand to slap the dragon carriage beneath her. With a flash of light, the surging dragon energy and terrifying demonic energy filling the water were immediately isolated.

"This was my oversight, Brother Qingyi, you don't need to blame yourself."

Feng Bingwen looked around. At this moment, the waters of Xuan Ting Lake had become a veritable pool of ten thousand dragons. Not only were there tens of thousands of dragons gathered there, but all the great aquatic demons that could be associated with the dragon race had also come over.

The mixture of demonic and dragon energy created an overwhelming and terrifying pressure for newcomers just embarking on the path of cultivation.

Although Feng Bingwen has only recently embarked on cultivation and his current realm is not particularly profound (only the Spirit Gathering Realm), the essence of the immortal spiritual energy he cultivates is so high that only immortals can rival it.

Therefore, even the demonic dragon energy that was almost solidified was like a gentle breeze to Feng Bingwen, having no real effect on him.

"How terrifying!"

"That's so exciting!"

At this moment, two little heads popped out from Feng Bingwen's clothes. They were close to Feng Bingwen, so they were naturally unaffected by the terrifying demonic and dragon energy. They were very comfortable and even had a nice nap on Feng Bingwen's chest. They were just awakened by the noise.

Even Feng Bingwen had to admire the underwater scene, let alone the little flower spirit who had never seen anything like it.

Dragons hundreds of feet long roam the waters, giant turtles the size of small islands weave through the currents, and whales, which even ordinary dragons would fear, roar in terror…

This is a scene beyond the imagination of ordinary people, a scene of divine beauty. Any written description is too pale and powerless. Without seeing it in person, it is hard to imagine how magnificent a banquet held by a true dragon could be.

"Brother Bingwen, you truly have a refined taste!"

Sitting not far in front of Feng Bingwen, the Dragon Prince could see two little flower fairies hiding in Feng Bingwen's robes, observing the underwater wonders and chattering amongst themselves. Even Xi Qingyi, who was gentle by nature, couldn't help but look a little strange at this moment.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Brother Qingyi!"

Feng Bingwen smiled, not caring about the Dragon Prince's opinion. Although it might be a bit impolite to say it that way, he raised the flower spirit with the same mindset as raising a pet.

"It's nothing, it's just..."

The Dragon Prince wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. Although it seemed a bit indecent, who doesn't have a few quirks? Compared to him, his brother Bingwen's quirks were quite normal; he didn't wrap any strange things around himself.

"Just what?"

"Brother Bingwen, we've arrived. Let's talk about this later!"

Xi Qingyi reminded him, and Feng Bingwen immediately looked up. A vast complex of buildings came into view, radiating thousands of divine lights and auspicious colors. It was truly a crystal palace, magnificent and dazzling, with treasures surging to the sky.

"I have long heard of the wealth of the Dragon Clan, which is unmatched in the world. Seeing it today, I can see that it truly lives up to its reputation!"

Seeing the palace before him, which was entirely built with "money," Feng Bingwen immediately realized that the Dragon Clan's wealth was beyond his imagination.

No wonder that Xuan Ting Dragon Lord, now His Majesty the Dragon King, and the Dragon Prince before him, act so generously and lavishly, always giving away gifts. They are truly wealthy and don't care about such things.

"I hope Brother Bingwen doesn't find it vulgar."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's praise, the Dragon Prince became somewhat shy, seemingly feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, according to human beliefs, wealth should not be flaunted, while the dragon race's behavior is indeed a bit too ostentatious.

"This isn't vulgarity, this is boldness!"

Feng Bingwen activated the ancient scripture, and with a few words, he suppressed the two ancient treasures within his body.

A broken halberd and an ancient sword tower that was simply glued together and barely took shape—two ancient treasures that were extremely damaged and in dire need of repair.

However, Feng Bingwen was too upright to provide the necessary materials to repair these two spiritually rich ancient treasures, and could only offer them empty promises that they would be repaired sooner or later.

As they approached the Dragon Palace, the two ancient treasures began to vibrate. Undoubtedly, they sensed that the Dragon Palace contained materials capable of repairing and mending their damage.

But Feng Bingwen couldn't let them run wild. He had come to the banquet by invitation, not to destroy his house.

"Hmm, I don't need to wait in line?"

As they drew closer to the Dragon Palace, Feng Bingwen saw that beneath the lake, around the Dragon Palace, countless aquatic creatures were lining up to present their gifts.

A no-swimming zone has been set up around the Dragon Palace. Any aquatic creatures that come to visit can only walk on the sand at the bottom of the lake. Those who can swim around the Dragon Palace must have extraordinary backgrounds.

Of course, when Feng Bingwen looked around, he saw that those wandering around the Dragon Palace included Taoists, monks, righteous gods, mountain spirits, demons of all kinds, members of the Xuanzong Buddhist sect, and unorthodox sects. There was no shortage of any of them, but none of them could compare with him in terms of prestige.

As Feng Bingwen sized them up, those gazes naturally fell upon him, making him the center of attention.

Whether it was the distinguished guests who swam on the water, or the water sprites and monsters who could only obediently tread on the sand to deliver their gifts, most of them looked at Feng Bingwen.

It wasn't just Feng Bingwen's eye-catching entourage that was the most striking feature, but also the Dragon Prince himself driving the chariot. However, all the curious dragons, aquatic creatures, cultivators from major sects, and righteous gods of mountains and rivers could see was a human figure that didn't look very big, and their exact appearance was unclear—because the Dragon Prince Xi Qingyi had activated the magical restrictions on the dragon chariot.

"Brother Bingwen, please don't joke with me like that. Do I need to explain the difference in status between you and them? If I made you wait in line, my father would probably slap me and cripple me."

Hearing Feng Bingwen's half-joking question, Xi Qingyi was both amused and exasperated. At that moment, he drove his carriage into the Dragon Palace, and the merfolk, yakshas, ​​and other attendants and guards who had accompanied the carriage dispersed.

When Feng Bingwen stepped down from the dragon carriage, he found himself standing before a magnificent and imposing palace. He couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance, as if he were a tiny person who had mistakenly entered a land of giants, where everything seemed so towering.

However, this feeling of insignificance quickly faded from Feng Bingwen's mind, because his gaze was drawn to a refined middle-aged man dressed in a purple dragon robe. When he appeared before him, even the magnificent dragon palace lost its luster.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Dragon King!"

Feng Bingwen instantly broke free from the weak attraction, smiled, and bowed to the Dragon King who had come to greet him.

"Haha, Mr. Feng, I've been waiting for you! I thought you'd forgotten the date, so I specially sent Qingyi to greet you. I was worried you wouldn't be able to come."

Before Feng Bingwen could even bend down, the Dragon King caught him, displaying an unprecedented level of enthusiasm and speaking with great intimacy.

"What are you saying, Dragon Lord? It's just not time yet."

Feng Bingwen smiled back, saying that he had always been a person who kept his promises.

"The time has come, how could I possibly be late!"

"It was my fault that you arrived a day early, sir."

"Your Majesty the Dragon King..."

Feng Bingwen had just opened his mouth when he paused, instinctively turning his head to look towards the side of the Dragon Palace's main hall.

He was immediately confronted by a golden dragon head. The next moment, the dragon head, which seemed to be cast in gold, opened its mouth and appeared to be smiling at him.

"Which Dragon King is that?"

Looking at the Dragon King who seemed to be showing him friendliness, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but ask. The appearance of the dragon head and human body was quite familiar to him, and he felt a strange sense of intimacy.

"That is my father, the Dragon King of the Mirror Sea!"

Following Feng Bingwen's gaze, Xi Muqing immediately replied.

After Xi Muqing answered, Feng Bingwen saw that the old dragon king actually turned around and left, showing no intention of coming over to talk to him.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Feng. There are many guests in my Dragon Palace at the moment. My father and many friends have already arrived and need to be entertained. I will introduce you when my father has some free time."

"That's not urgent."

Feng Bingwen remained calm at this moment. Even knowing that the Dragon Palace was full of powerful figures, he had no intention of currying favor with them.

Meanwhile, the old Dragon King, who had turned to leave, had only taken two steps when he encountered several friends who had come together.

"You old codger, you were talking so smoothly, why did you suddenly run away?"

An old Taoist priest with a pair of bright red horns on his forehead laughed.

“My son brought back a remarkable person, and I went to take a look.”

The old Dragon King answered in this way, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"What extraordinary person?"

Another old dragon king, dressed in the robes of a wealthy man and exuding an air of richness, asked curiously.

"It is said that he is the reincarnation of a sage, but I can't see his origins!"

"Is that so? Are you getting old and your eyesight is failing? You're going blind! Take me to see him. I've recently learned Zi Wei Dou Shu (Purple Star Astrology), so I'll try my luck with this extraordinary person and have him cast a divination."