"What should I do? What should I send?"
If Feng Bingwen were just a minor demon or god, he could easily get by with some rare items. The Dragon Palace is wealthy and powerful, and wouldn't care what a nobody in the cultivation world gives; a token gift would suffice.
Now everyone believes he is a reincarnated saint. Although he has tried to explain, no one believes him. Instead, they think he is joking or even fooling them.
Over the years, Feng Bingwen has actually come to accept it and no longer denies his status as a reincarnated sage. Firstly, denial is useless, and secondly, the status of a reincarnated sage is indeed appealing.
With this title attached to him, he was greeted with smiles wherever he went. Even though he recklessly punished evildoers with heavenly lightning and crossed the red lines drawn by the government countless times, no one has bothered him so far. The government seems to turn a blind eye and lets him frequently perform miracles.
If an ordinary cultivator dared to do this, they would have been arrested by the government long ago, had their collarbones pierced with iron chains, and their cultivation destroyed. At best, they would become a mine slave; at worst, their soul would be scattered. In short, they would never have a good ending.
Now, with the blessing of being a reincarnated saint, no matter what he does, as long as it's not too outrageous, the government will pretend not to see it. In fact, every now and then, great gods will come to visit him, with a humble demeanor.
Most importantly, Feng Bingwen felt that with his current talent and style, he was barely worthy of the title of reincarnated sage. Although his actions were largely based on divine will, it was undeniable that his behavior had a positive and beneficial effect on the surrounding area.
"What should I give as a gift so as not to lose face?"
This is what troubles Feng Bingwen the most right now. His publicly recognized identity is there for all to see. Even if he sends some ordinary gifts, the Dragon Palace certainly won't say anything. After all, he has been reincarnated and has not inherited the so-called legacy of the sages of his previous life. The Dragon Palace can understand that.
However, Feng Bingwen just learned by surprise that the gift-giving process for VIPs like him is different from that of the lesser demons, monsters, and gods who line up outside the Dragon Palace to give gifts.
When the Dragon Ascension Banquet begins tomorrow, his seat will undoubtedly be in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, flanked by immortals, saints, Buddhas, and dragon kings—all extraordinary beings who have attained immortality.
It was at that time that he would present his congratulatory gifts under the watchful eyes of many immortals, saints, and Buddhas. The many powerful figures in the main hall would also present their gifts to the newly crowned Dragon King under the watchful eyes of their fellow practitioners.
This is not about making an exception. The Dragon Ascension Banquet held by a true dragon, the Longevity Banquet held by an immortal, and the Dharma Assembly held by a Bodhisattva or Arhat are all the same. Fellow practitioners offer their blessings and gifts, all under the watchful eyes of a group of powerful beings.
This has always been the case.
It's not necessary to give an expensive gift; as long as the person giving the gift doesn't feel awkward, that's fine—the gift should be appropriate to their status.
Woohoo—
Just as Feng Bingwen was troubled, a melodious, deep, and penetrating horn sounded. Xuan Ting Dragon King, who was accompanying him, immediately changed his expression and looked up in the direction from which the sound came. Feng Bingwen also turned his head.
"What's this?"
The sight that came into view surprised even this reincarnated sage. It was also his fault for being ignorant and not having been to far-off places. What he saw was a magnificent and imposing fleet of ships. However, this fleet of ships was sailing underwater at the moment, and its majestic momentum showed no fear in the face of the gathering of thousands of dragons and demons.
"That's a treasure ship for a major war!"
Looking at the menacing fleet of warships, even the seemingly well-mannered Xuan Ting Dragon King's expression was not very pleasant.
Although his transformation into a dragon through water caused considerable damage to the Great Gan region, as a water deity, he also ensured favorable weather and abundant harvests for the area surrounding Xuanting Lake during his three-hundred-year reign.
While we shouldn't compare merits and demerits, displaying such a grand display at his ascension banquet was clearly a disrespect to him.
"Is this a sign of war?"
Feng Bingwen's expression was also very strange.
The number of dragons gathered in Xuan Ting Lake now is probably in the tens of thousands. But the most important thing is not these dragons, but the Dragon Kings. From what he has seen and felt, there are more than five Dragon Kings in this Dragon Palace.
Once these dragon kings are angered, no matter how prosperous and thriving the Great Sha is, its collapse can happen in an instant.
"No, they should also be sending me congratulatory gifts. I'll also send an invitation to Da Gan."
Although he was quite displeased by the grand display of the Great Gan Dynasty, the newly crowned Dragon King was still taken aback by Feng Bingwen's words and quickly offered an explanation.
"I see!"
Seeing the large, menacing fleet that seemed to have come with ill intentions, Feng Bingwen said nothing more. He was merely a guest now, and there was no need for him to worry about such things.
"Mr. Feng! I'll go greet him. Please excuse me for a moment!"
Xuan Tinglongjun frowned as he looked at the fleet, but when a general in black armor flew up from the flagship in the center, he no longer hesitated and turned to say something to Feng Bingwen.
"Your Majesty, please go ahead. I'm fine!"
Feng Bingwen didn't care at all. He was eager to be alone and find a quiet place to prepare the congratulatory gift he would present at the Rising Dragon Banquet the next day.
“I call Qingyu to accompany you, sir.”
But the Dragon King clearly didn't give Feng Bingwen any chance to be alone. With a wave of his hand, a beautiful, dignified and elegant dragon girl gracefully appeared and landed in front of Feng Bingwen.
"I……"
"Qingyu, a distinguished guest has arrived. I will go and greet him. You will entertain the gentleman in my stead, and do not be impolite."
Xi Muqing looked at the martial artist standing above the fleet of ships, exuding a powerful aura of blood, and smiled as she gave instructions to her daughter.
"Father, then go."
With unparalleled beauty and graceful demeanor, the Dragon Girl smiled gently, composed and calm, displaying the poise and bearing of a Dragon King's daughter.
"Um!"
Xi Muqing nodded, and with a dragon's roar that shook the vast lake, the Dragon King revealed his true form, transforming into a purple dragon nearly three hundred feet long, and went to meet the fleet of ships that seemed to have the power to suppress the four seas and eight wastelands.
Meanwhile, Feng Bingwen had to face a smiling dragon girl.
"It's been a long time, Your Highness Qingyu!"
Feng Bingwen, now a young man, bowed to the Dragon Princess who had left a deep impression on him upon their first meeting.
"So this is what Mr. Feng looks like. When my brother told me about it before, I didn't quite believe it. I never expected that Mr. Feng would actually be so young."
Unlike her dignified demeanor in front of her father, after the Dragon King left, the Dragon Princess looked Feng Bingwen up and down with a playful expression, just like a young girl who had seen something new and interesting.
"I almost forgot, this is the first time Her Highness has seen me like this!"
Feng Bingwen reached out and touched his chin. He suddenly remembered that when he first saw this princess, he was wearing the Purple Dragon Armor that her father had given him, and the dragon princess hadn't even seen his face.
"It is indeed my first time, but seeing you like this, it's really embarrassing for me to call you 'sir'!"
Looking at Feng Bingwen, who was much shorter than her, standing in front of her, Xi Qingyu's temperament became youthful and lively, much more agile. Compared to the dignified dragon girl in Feng Bingwen's memory, she was completely different.
“I did not ask Your Highness to call me ‘sir.’ If Your Highness does not mind, you may address me as your elder brother.”
Feng Bingwen was a little taken aback, but he still used the same excuse he used to deal with the Dragon Prince.
Little did he know that when he first met this dragon princess, the armor he wore gave her the illusion of being in the presence of her father, which is why she adopted such a dignified demeanor.
"Brother Bingwen?"
But the dragon princess seemed somewhat displeased when she mentioned how she had addressed Feng Bingwen during their first meeting, and wrinkled her nose slightly.
"I don't like this title; it's too old-fashioned and too boring."
"What would Your Highness like to call me?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't heard such a relaxed and casual tone in a long time, and he missed it dearly.
"I heard from my elder brother and father that you are a reincarnated sage. Is that true?"
Instead of answering, the dragon girl asked a question, her dragon eyes sparkling with a dreamlike luster as she looked curiously at the boy in front of her, who was probably no older than her.
"If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"
"I don't believe you. You must have a very important background."
Xi Qingyu shook her head. She had seen the young man in front of her summon a powerful immortal artifact to shield his father from disaster. Although it was broken, such an artifact was not something that just anyone could produce. Her father only had one, which was given to him by his grandfather, the Dragon King.
"See, I told you I'm not a saint, but you didn't believe me."
Feng Bingwen shrugged helplessly. However, given his experiences over the years and his current physical condition, it's hard to believe that he doesn't have a powerful background.
"But it seems you haven't regained your memories of your past life?"
The Dragon Girl scrutinized Feng Bingwen from head to toe. Feng Bingwen gave her the feeling of a human who was inexperienced in the ways of the world. Although her father respected him, he did not have the sense of vicissitudes that comes with the passage of time.
"...I have memories of my past life!"
Feng Bingwen sighed helplessly. It was the same again. He was telling the truth, but no one believed him.
“I do believe that. You don’t seem like a human child, but you’re not much better than a human child either. You must have only recovered a small part of your memories.”
Xi Qingyu spoke with great certainty.
"What you say is not wrong."
Feng Bingwen did not deny this point. The combined age of the two of them was probably less than a fraction of the real age of the dragon princess in front of them. Forcing themselves to appear mature would only make them a laughing stock, so it was better to be frank.
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