A beam of purple light was spat out by the Dragon Lord who was moving through the water, aimed directly at Feng Bingwen's dragon general image. When the onlookers saw this sudden situation, few of them thought that the Dragon Lord was going to do something bad to the dragon general who had stood up to protect him at the critical moment.
This is the person who shielded him from disaster at a critical moment. Any cultivator, if they were in his shoes, would feel that they should kowtow to this person a few times.
Even Feng Bingwen felt reassured when he saw that beam of immortal light rushing straight towards him, with purple energy surging wherever it passed. This was clearly a precious treasure that the Dragon Lord was sending to repay his kindness in protecting him.
hold head high--
A purple celestial light approached within a hundred feet of him, accompanied by a dragon's roar. The celestial light then dispersed, and Feng Bingwen saw its true nature: a purple dragon.
The dragon had menacing horns, scales, and sharp claws... It all seemed to be true at first glance, but as he got closer and the celestial light dissipated more completely, Feng Bingwen saw clearly that it wasn't a dragon at all, but rather a suit of dragon armor.
The moment Feng Bingwen saw it clearly, the purple dragon suddenly exploded, and countless beams of light, large and small, rushed towards Feng Bingwen's Dharma form.
At the same time, a refined and gentle voice, tinged with a hint of gratitude, echoed in Feng Bingwen's mind.
"I am deeply grateful for your help earlier. I am currently undergoing a tribulation by water and have no time to host a banquet for you. I can only offer you a set of spirit armor in advance. I hope you will not find it offensive. Once I have successfully transformed into a dragon, I will certainly treat you as an honored guest of the Dragon Palace and repay you properly."
As soon as the Dragon Lord finished transmitting his message, Feng Bingwen immediately understood the reason. It was clear that this Xuan Ting Water Lord could become a dragon. He immediately took out a valuable treasure to express his gratitude without delay.
After understanding the reason, Feng Bingwen felt much relieved. Xuan Ting Longjun had an excellent reputation, both in the mortal world and the cultivation world. Such a being would not possibly resort to any ghostly tricks. Besides, he was about to transform into a true dragon.
"This thing is wrapped up really well!"
Once he relaxed, Feng Bingwen's attention fell on the dragon armor that covered his Dharma image.
The imposing red armor that had appeared on his body was merely a condensation of the spiritual light of the Fangtian Halberd. It couldn't be said to be purely for show, but it certainly didn't have much effect.
At this moment, the dragon armor amplified by the Xuan Ting Dragon Lord directly replaced the red armor formed by the convergence of spiritual light, completely enveloping his Dharma form without leaving any gaps.
A sense of profound security welled up within him, and the next moment, Feng Bingwen felt that his Dharma form seemed to have become more solid, approaching the size of flesh and blood, and its power seemed to have increased even further.
Clang~
However, Feng Bingwen had no time to study the mysteries of the dragon armor at this moment. Above his head, as the Heavenly Roc Dharma Image was destroyed, the blood sea phenomenon that occupied half of the sky also collapsed instantly.
The once majestic ancient pagoda transformed into a streak of crimson divine light, plummeting downwards. The numerous ancient swords scattered across the sky rang out like the cries of phoenixes, flying back to the ancient pagoda.
Without needing to investigate, Feng Bingwen knew that the small tower, which had shrunk to a height of only one foot and three inches, had become the focus of the entire scene, even drawing most of the attention away from the Dragon King who was traveling through water.
Who wouldn't covet an ancient treasure capable of shattering the Heavenly Roc's Dharma Form and even causing it to project its consciousness and speak?
Although the Heavenly Roc's Dharma form was merely a facade, used to annoy Xuan Ting Long Jun and disrupt his mentality, it was still a Heavenly Roc, an existence equal to true immortals of Taoism and Arhats and Bodhisattvas of Buddhism.
The brief but exceptionally grand battle just now was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes. The majestic dragon general hadn't exerted any effort at all; he was just a tool, like the roc that was dissected alive, to lure out the ancient tower.
The battle with Tianpeng Faxiang was entirely the ancient pagoda's own doing.
Tell me, who wouldn't be tempted?
However, even with all the attention and even the City God, who was devoted to the worship of incense and gods, coveting the opportunity, no one dared to make a rash move.
It wasn't that the dragon general's strength overwhelmed everyone; many cultivators and demons who came to watch the spectacle from the mountains and rivers felt they could suppress, or even surpass, the dragon general.
As for that magical artifact with soaring sword energy, many cultivators believed that it would be difficult for it to exert its power again. The cracks that appeared on the tower when it fell could not escape their discerning eyes.
What truly frightened them was the purple armor worn by the dragon general. Although the dragon lord who had traveled the river did not say it explicitly, it was tantamount to indirectly indicating his attitude.
This man is under my protection; anyone who touches him will die!
I can understand. After all, he is the benefactor who resolved the tribulation of attaining enlightenment. Regardless of whether it was arranged by his father or not, he should be treated well. If he is bullied and killed, wouldn't that make his branch of the dragon clan a laughing stock?
A dragon with a very high probability of transforming into a true dragon—in this vast world, few beings can disregard its will. To risk offending a true dragon to seize a magical artifact on the verge of destruction—is that not just plain stupid?
"Could it be that the Dragon Lord gave me this dragon armor because of this factor?"
Sensing the subtle atmosphere, Feng Bingwen quickly understood the reason after a moment's thought.
A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.
His displayed strength was not commensurate with the fact that he could withstand the ancient tower that was the incarnation of the Heavenly Roc, so it was inevitable that some people would have designs on him, but it was not a big problem.
Although it wasn't his true intention, there's no doubt that the Dragon Lord of Xuanting Lake owes him a great debt of gratitude. If the Water Lord of Xuanting successfully transforms into a true dragon, then he will have gained another powerful ally.
"Sir!"
As Feng Bingwen was pondering, he saw a small cloud of mist separate from the group of dragons guarding the crystal path of Xuanting Lake. In an instant, it arrived in front of him, and he saw a handsome young man with a face like jade and eyes like bright stars bowing to him from the mist.
Behind him stood two particularly terrifying white-haired elders, their dragon aura rising and their dragon forms becoming visible, clearly two old dragons transformed.
"I am Xi Qingyi, and I am unworthy to be the eldest son of the Dragon Lord."
When Feng Bingwen looked at him, the elegant and dignified young man introduced himself in this way.
"So it's His Highness the Dragon Prince!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the young man in front of him, who had two dragon horns on his forehead and was surrounded by purple mist, and returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute.
"I am not worthy of the title of Crown Prince!"
Xi Qingyi was startled by Feng Bingwen's words and waved his hands repeatedly, his demeanor humble and composed, quite in line with his elegant bearing, without the slightest hint of arrogance.
"Sir, please don't joke around. Just call me by my name."
"How can this be allowed?"
“It is only right that you helped my father overcome his tribulation. If I were to neglect you, my father would not be so lenient with me when he returns from his tribulation.”
"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."
After a brief delay, Feng Bingwen finally said it.
He disliked these tedious formalities of yielding and refusing, and besides, he couldn't understand the aura of this Dragon Prince at all; to him, that was a big shot.
"That's how it should be. You may call me Qingyi, sir."
"Okay, but don't call me 'sir' anymore. I'm definitely not older than you. Just call me by my name."
"May I ask your name, sir?"
"My name is Feng Bingwen."
Feng Bingwen didn't intend to hide it; there was no need.
"Brother Bingwen!"
This eldest son of the Dragon King was also adept at currying favor. He seized the opportunity to climb the social ladder, addressing the man as "Sir" just moments before, but now that he knew his name, he directly called him "Brother Bingwen."
"Brother Qingyi!"
Feng Bingwen didn't mind becoming sworn brothers with a true dragon's son; by any measure, he was the one who benefited.
"Brother Bingwen, where do you intend to go now?"
"If Brother Qingyi doesn't mind, I'd like to see the Water Lord complete his dragon transformation!"
"Of course, please!"
Xi Qingyi stepped aside and invited Feng Bingwen to board their auspicious cloud, which Feng Bingwen readily agreed to.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Bingwen blended into the dragon group, leaving the group of incense-burning deities who knew a little about Feng Bingwen's background looking at each other in bewilderment.
"So you just let this Young Master Feng go with that group of dragons?"
"Otherwise, you go up and stop them."
"Am I tired of living?"
"Let's not concern ourselves with this matter. We should just observe and see how things develop. Whether that Dragon Lord succeeds in transforming into a dragon or not will not harm our cause. In fact, it might even bring some benefits."
"That's obvious, no need to say more. What I'm more concerned about is the tower that shattered the Heavenly Roc's Dharma Image!"
"What? You're tempted? Demons are courting death, do you also want your golden body shattered by the immortal cultivators of the Supreme Dao?"
"Don't joke around. If you have any guesses, just say them. Why try to fool me?"
"I'm not trying to scare you. You know that Young Master Feng is the disciple of the most prominent immortal seed in the Supreme Dao right now, isn't he? If that tower wasn't given to you by that immortal seed, where do you think it came from? Did it just fall from the sky?"
“What you say makes sense, but don’t the cultivators of the Supreme Dao advocate tranquility and inaction? They’re not like the Heavenly Evolution Dao, those old bastards who like to scheme.”
"Advocating tranquility and inaction does not mean doing nothing; in doing so, this indirectly led to the birth of a true dragon."
"Then this must be the Supreme Dao's plan."
"I think that's most likely the case. Anyone who covets that tower and tries to seize it will surely come to a bad end."
"Hey, now that you mention it, I'm actually looking forward to seeing some clueless guys."
"There shouldn't be such a fool. That Young Master Feng has now hooked up with a real dragon, and there aren't many forces in the world willing to provoke him."
"That's hard to say. There will always be hotheads and blind fools in this world."
"That's true."
Just as Feng Bingwen replaced the Dragon Lord who had undergone the tribulation by water and became the focus of discussion in the cultivation world of Yunze Prefecture, in the Feng family mansion in Longchuan Prefecture of Jinglin Prefecture, a handsome and intelligent child was holding a small tower full of cracks, looking worried.
"Why were you so impulsive? Wouldn't it have been better to wait a while before rushing? If you had waited a little longer, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
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