“What you say is very true, sir.”
After hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Xi Qingyi also felt that they made a lot of sense. He seemed to be qualified to be brothers with the reincarnated sage and interact with him as an equal, so there was no need to be so reserved.
"Why call him 'sir' anymore?"
Feng Bingwen laughed. Being of too high a seniority isn't always a good thing; some things you do can draw criticism.
"Brother Bingwen!"
Upon hearing this, Xi Qingyi immediately changed her tune, a cheerful and easygoing smile appearing on her face. Her previous restraint vanished with Feng Bingwen's words.
"That's right."
Feng Bingwen laughed heartily, and his mood lightened considerably. The loneliness of having no one to talk to is something that is hard to understand without experiencing it firsthand.
"Brother Bingwen, please have a seat."
As their conversation became more casual, the imposing procession quickened its pace. Changshou, who had boarded the vehicle with Feng Bingwen, was amazed as he watched the scenery outside the vehicle rush past, until finally, nothing could be seen anymore, and it all turned into colorful lines.
Wow, that's fast!
The ever-honest and kind-hearted Green Vine Elf, who had never traveled far from home, was filled with amazement.
Is this the first time you've experienced such speed?
Feng Bingwen looked at Changshou, whose eyes were full of curiosity, and asked.
"Reporting to your master, this is the first time."
Changshou quickly replied that plant spirits are naturally not related to extreme speed; they are skilled in earth and wood-based escape techniques.
"Then enjoy it."
Enjoying the gentle spring breeze, Feng Bingwen looked quite content. Such high speed was nothing out of the ordinary to him, and his eyesight was good enough to see every scene along the way of the carriage that had come to pick him up.
He could see farmers tilling the fields, children fishing for shrimp by the stream, and tourists enjoying spring outings... He could see all aspects of human life as spring returned to the earth.
However, these people could not see the huge army that brushed past them; they did not see the army with its banners waving and its armor gleaming.
Herod~
As the white horse neighed and the caravan chatted casually, they arrived at the shore of Wolong Lake. With the arrival of thick water vapor, the appearance of the caravan underwent a dramatic transformation.
The imposing man's face turned pale, his body swelled up, and the spear in his hand transformed into a steel fork, which in an instant became a majestic and ferocious river patrol yaksha.
The elegant maid became even more graceful, but when her slender legs touched the stream, they instantly came together and transformed into a powerful, scaly fish tail.
The old man, dressed in a butler's uniform and wearing a smile, had tortoise shells appearing on his slightly hunched back. Spiritual runes naturally appeared on the tortoise shells, and a vast aura of water spirits naturally surrounded them.
This once respectable ceremonial procession immediately revealed its true form upon contact with the lake water; it turned out to be a group of yaksha merfolk, shrimp soldiers, and crab generals in disguise.
Even the carriage that Feng Bingwen was riding in became wider and more radiant after touching the water, filled with auspicious light and clouds, like a moving palace. The eight white horses pulling the carriage also grew dragon scales and whiskers, and their neighing turned into a more powerful and passionate roar.
"Longma?"
Looking at the eight white horses with dragon-like features in front of the carriage, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
In human legends, there was a great sage who rode a dragon-horse. Therefore, the dragon-horse, like the qilin, was regarded as a symbol of good fortune. Of course, its status was not as high as that of the qilin.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Brother Bingwen. These are not real dragon horses, but just a few chariot-pulling dragon beasts that my father raised in his spare time. If you like them, Brother Bingwen, I can speak with my father and ask him to send you a few."
Noticing Feng Bingwen's surprise, the Dragon Prince, who was holding eight dragon horses with one hand, turned around to explain, while also being extremely generous.
"No need for that. Such a big creature would eat so much in one meal; my small household can't afford to feed it."
Feng Bingwen was taken aback by the Dragon Prince's generosity and quickly refused. Although the dragon horse looked very good, it was only good-looking and could not compare to the legendary dragon horse, as it lacked spirituality.
"Brother Bingwen, you really know how to joke."
Xi Qingyi was amused by Feng Bingwen's words.
Although it was a fake dragon horse trained by its father, it was still tainted with dragon blood and belonged to the category of dragon beasts. It could survive by consuming the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and did not need to eat.
"Master, look!"
Just as Feng Bingwen was about to say something, Changshou, who was standing behind him in the dragon carriage, curiously observing the underwater scenery he had never seen before, shouted excitedly. As if worried that Feng Bingwen couldn't see, he even pointed ahead.
Not far ahead, in the clear river water, a dragon over a hundred feet long was seen winding its way around, followed by several other dragons.
When Feng Bingwen looked in the direction indicated by the longevity behind him, the old dragon and several small dragons also looked over. At this time, there were not many families that dared to put on such a grand show underwater.
"Your Highness in Green Robes!"
Originally, the old dragon simply turned around to see who it was, but when he saw clearly the purple-robed youth driving the dragon carriage pulled by eight white dragon horses in the center of the grand procession, his dragon eyes widened, and he quickly stopped and led his descendants to pay their respects.
Although the old dragon was older in terms of cultivation and age, he still had a true dragon father and a true dragon grandfather who had been a dragon king for thousands of years. This background was simply incomparable. Even if he saw him, he would have to stop, bow his head, and lower his posture.
"So you are the God of the Clear Stream River. No need for formalities. Please go to the Dragon Palace. I have important matters to attend to and am unable to entertain you. I hope you will understand."
Xi Qingyi also saw the old dragon. When the other party greeted him, he responded, but did not stop. He rode eight dragon horses, manipulated the power of the water veins, and led the entire team past them.
"Your Highness, please go about your business. There's no need to worry about the old dragon."
Old Dragon watched as the procession passed him, flowing along the river towards Xuanting Lake. He quickly responded, not daring to move, nor did he have any intention of chasing after them or traveling alongside them.
"Hiss, Father, if I wasn't mistaken, His Highness in Green Robes was driving a carriage?"
The spectacle just now left the little dragons beside the old dragon dumbfounded. After a long while, one of the little dragons, with scales as red as jade, came to its senses, reached out a paw to touch the old dragon, and asked about this thing that was beyond its comprehension.
"You're not mistaken, His Highness in Green Robes is indeed driving a carriage."
Old Long affirmed this, explaining that it was precisely because he witnessed this scene that he dared not stop the other party; otherwise, he would have insisted on stopping his nephew for a chat.
"How is this possible? What kind of status does His Highness in Green Robes have? How could he be someone's coachman?"
“We’ve seen it all, what’s impossible? I just want to know who was in that car?”
Several small dragons, unable to contain their excitement, started chattering and making noise.
"I saw him. He looks like a young human boy, very young."
A beautifully shaped dragon raised its small claws. In a fleeting glance, it had caught sight of the person sitting on the carriage, calmly conversing with the increasingly noble Dragon Prince.
"A human youth? That must be a human immortal. I've heard that human immortals either like to act young or they like to act old. There isn't a single one of them who is serious."
Upon hearing this, a small dragon immediately made a solemn vow.
As soon as he finished speaking, unsurprisingly, the old dragon slapped him on the head with its claw, causing the river water to surge and the river to churn.
"Fool, what are you saying? Don't think that just because you can't see, people can't hear what you're saying."
Old Long was truly exasperated. Before they came, he had repeatedly warned the fool to be careful with his words and not to talk nonsense, but halfway there, the simpleton had already forgotten his words.
"It hurts, Dad. I know I was wrong. Please stop hitting me. I won't talk nonsense anymore."
After being severely beaten by his own father, the little dragon, whose scales were flying off and whose skin was torn and bleeding, quickly begged for mercy, realizing that he had just slipped up and said the wrong thing.
"Do you know how many Immortal Saints and Dragon Kings will be attending the banquet at the Dragon Palace this time? Those who can be personally greeted by His Highness in Green Robes are no ordinary Immortal Saints, even among them. Otherwise, why would His Majesty the Dragon King treat His Highness with such disrespect!"
Old Dragon's tone was very serious. The thought of a powerful figure who could make a true dragon's son willingly become a coachman made the dragon tremble with fear. This was not someone an ordinary little dragon could provoke. A moment of carelessness could lead to his death.
"Father, do you know that immortal?"
A slender and elegant little dragon quickly inquired, trying to smooth things over and ease the tension.
"I don't know them. There are too many reclusive and powerful people in this world. Those terrifying immortals, their seclusion might be the lifespan of a dragon."
"Do immortals go into seclusion for such a long time?"
Several small dragons exclaimed in amazement, for even a dragon of inferior bloodline should live for at least a thousand years—of course, few dragons die of old age.
"Now you know how powerful they are. When you get to the Dragon Palace, behave yourselves. No matter what they look like, if you can't see through them, treat them as your seniors. Even if you can see through them, be polite. Maybe they're just playing with you."
Old Dragon looked at his descendants, still somewhat uneasy, and gave them another instruction.
"yes."
"knew."
Just as the old dragon, who had just passed by, was using this opportunity to teach his descendants a lesson, the ceremonial procession, aided by the power of the water veins, had already arrived at Xuanting Lake, rapidly traversing rivers and lakes.
Suddenly, a magnificent and bustling aquatic world unfolded before Feng Bingwen's eyes, and even with his composure, he couldn't help but marvel at it.
Everywhere you look, you see aquatic creatures, and dragons, which can easily become the masters of a river or lake, are everywhere and inconspicuous.
At a single glance, Feng Bingwen saw thousands of dragons, and this was only a corner of Xuan Ting Lake that he could see. Heaven knows how many dragons had gathered in Xuan Ting Lake at this moment. It is likely that dragons from the entire Donghua Continent and the outer sea have come here.
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