"Fellow Daoist, is there something troubling you? If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell Yingli in detail. Yingli is not very capable, but she can still help solve some minor problems."

In the completely isolated water pavilion, the young Dragon King, who had confided some of her secrets to Feng Bingwen, spoke softly.

After learning about the other party's background and some of his cultivation experience, Feng Bingwen also revealed a little about his own background. He said that his parents were still alive and he had a happy family. He explained that he was not born with a divine body, but only obtained it through a fortuitous opportunity.

The sacred young girl was naturally disappointed by this answer, but she still couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to Feng Bingwen because of his similar aura.

So she started chatting with Feng Bingwen. Feng Bingwen, who was troubled by the matter of the congratulatory gift, noticed that time was passing and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This emotion was immediately noticed by the girl, who had extremely keen innate senses, and she asked her directly.

"If I were to reveal it, fellow Daoist, please do not laugh at me."

Feng Bingwen felt somewhat embarrassed. Among the tens of thousands of aquatic creatures offering their congratulations, he was probably the only guest like him.

"No, Fellow Daoist Feng, please speak."

As if she could hear some secret, the girl's starry eyes lit up again.

I did not prepare a gift.

Feng Bingwen shrugged helplessly.

If someone else had done this, he would have scorned them. They had notified him of the banquet time a year in advance and even sent their own children to greet him before the banquet started. Yet, they hadn't even prepared a decent gift and had just shamelessly come to eat and drink for free. It was utterly shameless.

"Ah, this!"

The girl was slightly taken aback, not expecting that the person in front of her, who she felt quite close to, was troubled by such a thing.

"That's alright, there's still time."

"But I don't know what to send."

Hearing Yingli Dragon King's words of comfort, Feng Bingwen felt helpless. Whether he liked it or not, the title of reincarnated sage was attached to him. If the congratulatory gift he sent was too outrageous, he would be laughed at.

Sending a congratulatory gift is easy, but sending one that matches the status of a reincarnated saint is incredibly difficult.

"Although you possess a celestial body, you have only just begun your cultivation and do not yet have sufficient foundation. Be casual; no matter which dragon palace you visit, there is no shortage of treasures."

"That makes sense, but I can't just write any random piece of calligraphy and send it over!"

Feng Bingwen casually remarked that it was fine to give pearls or giant clams to the aquatic creatures queuing outside the Dragon Palace, but it would be a bit beneath him to give them such things.

"Um!"

Upon hearing this casual remark, Feng Bingwen was suddenly taken aback, then realized what he meant and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have an idea?"

Seeing Feng Bingwen's expression, Yingli asked curiously.

Mainly, she was bored. Although there were many dragons in the Dragon Palace, apart from the Dragon King, which dragon dared to talk to her in such a relaxed and easygoing tone? They not only lacked the courage, but also the strength.

The Dragon King was qualified to communicate with her on an equal footing, but her background was so special that even he didn't really like talking to her. They were having a good chat, exchanging ideas about cultivation, and then suddenly he would be stabbed in the back. Who could bear that?

"I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist, what gift have you prepared?"

Feng Bingwen didn't rush to answer, but was curious about the congratulatory gift prepared by the Dragon King in front of him. Such a question was quite impolite, but the Dragon King Yingli obviously didn't care. She stretched out her hand, and a delicate and exquisite miniature mountain range appeared in her palm.

"I've prepared a mine of adamantite!"

"..."

Feng Bingwen stared at the refined gold mine in the girl's hand, which had shrunk many times over, and remained silent for a moment. He had to admit that she was indeed worthy of being the Dragon King; there was no way he could learn such a way of giving gifts.

Clang~

At this moment, the sound of weapons clanging emanated from Feng Bingwen's body, and the longing revealed within it was also felt by the Dragon King sitting opposite Feng Bingwen.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you need..."

The girl blinked, but was interrupted by Feng Bingwen before she could speak. He first mobilized his vast immortal energy to suppress the Fangtian Halberd that was trying to fly out, and then spoke.

slkslk.

"I don't have anything on me to trade with you right now. If you have any extra Taiyi Refined Gold, please save it for later!"

Admittedly, the Dragon King sitting opposite him was a wealthy woman, but Feng Bingwen felt that he still had to maintain some integrity. It was too outrageous to be a kept man after only meeting for a short time.

"Oh, I was also thinking that if you're not fully prepared, I can give you half of the mine; it won't bother you anyway."

Yingli nodded, her expression unchanged. She didn't think there was anything special about such a mountain of refined gold ore that could be found anywhere. Since the other party insisted, she didn't care.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen's breath hitched. Damn it, he wasn't envious at all, but that was a refined gold mine!

If one possesses profound supernatural powers, one can extract Taiyi Refined Gold from it, which is ranked as a first-class spiritual material in the cultivation world.

"Fellow Daoist, have you decided what to give as a gift?"

Seeing that Feng Bingwen remained silent, Yingli Dragon King blinked her starry eyes and asked, her words carrying a hint of anticipation.

"I've roughly figured it out and am preparing to give it a try."

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen took out a stack of fine Xuan paper from his sleeve, and then, in front of the Dragon King, took out one by one the finest writing implements that his father had bought for him.

To be fair, his father, who went into business, was truly willing to spend money on his son's education. He sent home truckloads of everything needed for studying, including writing brushes, ink, paper, and classics, without any regard for his son's ability to afford it.

However, these earthly treasures seemed so ridiculous placed before a Dragon King. Even though Feng Bingwen had used them regularly and they had been imbued with some celestial energy, they still appeared quite strange.

"Fellow Daoist, are you planning to send a calligraphy or painting with a handwritten letter?"

Seeing Feng Bingwen spread out Xuan paper, grind ink, and look ready to wield his brush, the Dragon King, who had nowhere else to go, looked on with even greater anticipation.

"No, I'm going to send just one word."

Feng Bingwen, having ground the ink, answered casually, picked up his wolf-hair brush, dipped it in the thick ink, and began to write on the paper.

The first stroke was unremarkable; the second stroke brought a flash of inspiration; before the third stroke could be written, the spread-out rice paper silently turned to ashes, leaving not a trace.

"Just as I expected."

Seeing the remaining ashes on the table in front of him, Feng Bingwen was not too surprised; it was within his expectations.

As the saying goes, "A gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is a small gift but carries great meaning."

The value of a gift doesn't matter. Of course, the more expensive the better, that's fine too, but he really couldn't emulate the extravagance of the Dragon King Yingli, who dug up a whole mine as a gift.

He couldn't give away valuable gifts. The most valuable items Feng Bingwen owned, besides the broken halberd and the dilapidated tower given to him by the Heavenly Book, were the dragon armor given to him by the Dragon Lord. He couldn't very well return what others had given him as a congratulatory gift.

Therefore, he had to find another way, focusing on the sentiment behind the gift, and sending out calligraphy and paintings of immeasurable value. Calligraphy and paintings personally created by sages and worthies are invariably of high quality, no matter where they are placed.

Of course, since this is a low-cost gift, its contents can't be too bad; it has to have something that can fool people.

After much thought, Feng Bingwen immediately thought of the half of the Innate Dao Scripture he had comprehended during the transformation of the Immortal Gourd. That half of the scripture was only a few hundred words long, but every word was precious, containing profound principles of the Great Dao, which gave Feng Bingwen a great deal of insight.

Feng Bingwen naturally did not intend to give the Innate Dao Scripture as a congratulatory gift. He was not that generous. This was a celestial scripture that only his future disciples could learn.

He simply wanted to extract a single word from it, write it down, and then send it out as a congratulatory gift.

Yes, that's right, it's just one word, not a sentence, not a paragraph, just one word, the word "dragon".

Although it is only a single character, it contains the true meaning of the Great Dao. Feng Bingwen could not possibly write down the character "dragon" that he saw, as he had not yet fully comprehended it.

However, it's still acceptable to imitate one or two copies; the genuine meaning revealed in them is enough to fool, bah, enough to serve as a congratulatory gift.

However, upon his initial attempt, he discovered that the innate Dao script was not something that ordinary objects could withstand; even the finest Xuan paper turned to ash after only a few strokes.

Feng Bingwen naturally wouldn't give up so easily. He took out some unusual items and tried them out in front of a dragon king. Unsurprisingly, they all turned to ashes.

The one that lasted the longest was a sheet of metal paper forged from spirit iron. Even so, Feng Bingwen only wrote half of it before the spiritual energy in the sheet dissipated, turning it into waste.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, try this piece of paper!"

Having witnessed Feng Bingwen's dozen or so attempts, Yingli Dragon King's eyes gleamed with admiration. He then took out a piece of gold paper and handed it to Feng Bingwen.

"How could I possibly accept this?"

Touching the gold paper placed in front of him, Feng Bingwen realized that this was also an extraordinary treasure, as its unique material resembled neither gold nor jade.

"Fellow Daoist, you are so generous in letting me watch you write your innate Dao script. What is a single sheet of paper?"

Yingli Dragon King shook her head, looking as if she had gotten the better deal.

“If you can write down the Dao text that you have in mind, it will be of benefit to me to watch. Fellow Daoist, just use it.”

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Since they had already said so, how could Feng Bingwen refuse? He once again picked up his brush and wrote with great speed and fluency, completing the work in one go.

As the brush fell, lightning sprang from the void, striking the golden book that bore the innate Daoist script of the character "Dragon." But before the lightning could strike, it was wiped out along with the brewing calamity by a delicate hand.