I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

When Ning Chen returned to his residence, Monkey King was sitting cross-legged, practicing breathing exercises. His body was filled with the continuous flow of Yin and Yang energies, and his aura was even better than yesterday.

Ning Chen felt slightly relieved and stepped forward to inform his senior brother of the ancestral master's arrangements.

Upon hearing this, Monkey King scratched his cheek and patted his chest.

"Junior brother, go with peace of mind! I will definitely study hard and wait for you to come back so you can see how much I've improved!"

Although Monkey King's eyes held curiosity and he wanted to go along, he also knew that his junior brother was always steady and reliable. The Patriarch's arrangement for him to accompany Senior Brother Dayan down the mountain had its own deeper meaning...

obedient!

Ning Chen resisted the urge to pat the monkey's head and said no more, each focusing on their own cultivation.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Ning Chen arrived at the entrance of the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave.

A tall, slender man stood with his hands behind his back, his dark blue Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the morning breeze. It was none other than Senior Brother Dayan.

Ning Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. As expected of a senior brother of the "Da" generation, his aura was as deep and profound as an abyss.

Ning Chen quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Senior Brother Dayan, thank you for keeping you waiting!"

Daoist Dayan turned around, his thin face expressionless, and nodded slightly.

"It's alright, the time is just right, let's set off now."

The two walked out of Fangcun Mountain side by side, and Ning Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Senior brother, where are we headed on this journey?"

Daoist Dayan turned his gaze to the western horizon and said calmly.

"The Dragon King of the West Sea Palace is approaching his birthday and has extended a wide invitation to guests. Let's go and present a gift, and perhaps have a few drinks..."

"The Dragon Palace of the West Sea?"

Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat! The secret method the patriarch had mentioned yesterday was actually right here!

It turns out that he had formed a karmic bond with the Dragon King of the West Sea five hundred years ago!

I wonder if, at this moment, Ao Lie, the little white dragon who would later be imprisoned in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, has already been born.

Ning Chen suppressed the turmoil in his heart, kept a straight face, and nodded in response.

"I see, senior brother, please lead the way..."

Daoist Dayan glanced at him and suddenly asked.

"Did the patriarch teach you the art of flying through the clouds?"

Ning Chen smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence.

"Although I haven't mastered the art of cloud flight, I do know some techniques for riding the wind and moving around. Senior brother, please go ahead and do your best to keep up..."

"Very well, the journey is long, and even if I, your senior brother, wanted to take you on a cloud ride, I would be unable to!"

Daoist Dayan said no more.

With a slight flick of his sleeves, a solid white cloud rose from beneath his feet, gently lifting his figure and drifting westward, exuding an air of nonchalance.

Ning Chen lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure soaring up like a gentle breeze and flowing clouds, unleashing the Free and Easy Wandering technique he had comprehended from the Zhuangzi.

Ning Chen, his robes fluttering, trailed several feet behind Senior Brother Dayan at a leisurely pace.

His composed demeanor made him appear even more effortless and swift than his senior brother, Da Yan, who rode the clouds.

After flying for a while, Daoist Dayan couldn't help but glance back. Seeing Ning Chen calm and composed, showing no signs of strain, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Junior brother, your talent is exceptional, and your aptitude and comprehension are truly rare in the world. You have only been a disciple for two years, yet you have already achieved such cultivation. No wonder you are favored by the patriarch and taught with all your heart. Your future is sure to be limitless."

Ning Chen said modestly.

"Senior brother, you flatter me. It is all thanks to the master's excellent teachings."

Senior Brother Dayan gave further instructions.

"Presumably, before you left the mountain, the patriarch instructed you not to mention our lineage or sect outside."

Ning Chen nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'll take care of it..."

Ning Chen paused, a question arising about the identity of Bodhi Patriarch.

Senior Brother Dayan appears to be very knowledgeable and has frequent contact with the outside world.

According to the patriarch, this senior brother Dayan has been a disciple for a hundred years. I wonder if he knows the patriarch's true identity.

Ning Chen asked tentatively.

"Senior brother, you have been a disciple for a long time. Have you ever heard of the origins of our ancestral master?"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Dayan's expression turned slightly solemn, and he lowered his voice.

"Junior Brother, you should not ask too much about this matter. The identity of our patriarch is unpredictable, and many disciples in the sect have made private speculations. Some say he is an incarnation of Buddha, others say he is a reclusive Daoist, and still others speculate that he is related to a certain Heavenly Venerable beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. However, all of these are speculative and difficult to conclude."

"The actions of our patriarch are unfathomable and beyond our comprehension. You only need to remain steadfast in your duties and devote yourself to cultivation..."

Ning Chen understood. If even the senior brothers of the "Da" generation didn't know the origins of their ancestor, then he would probably have to ask the senior brothers of the "Guang" generation when he had time.

He suppressed his doubts and the two chatted casually, but their speed did not decrease at all, with mountains and rivers rushing past beneath their feet...

........

Meanwhile, inside the Louguantai Pavilion in Zhongnan Mountain, the white-haired, youthful-looking Taoist priest Zhang Qingxuan, stroking his long beard and beaming with health, stood in the center of the main hall.

He held up a gilded dragon-patterned invitation card and laughed loudly at Luo Zhantian, Tang Hao, Zhao Zhenyuan, and others below the hall.

"My disciples, look! This is an invitation to the West Sea Dragon King's birthday banquet! Back then, our sect's founder, Zhang Daoling, subdued demons and monsters, and helped the Dragon King capture escaped sea beasts. Since then, the West Sea Dragon Palace and our Zhengyi Sect have formed a good relationship, and he always sends an invitation via celestial letter on the occasion of the Dragon King's birthday!"

The old Taoist priest shook the invitations, making a rustling sound, his smugness evident.

"The purpose of this banquet is twofold: first, to savor the delicacies of the Dragon Palace and hear of the exquisite nectar that cleanses the marrow and strengthens the bones, prolonging life; and second, to broaden your horizons! The grand spectacle of dragons from all seas and ten thousand immortals coming to celebrate—if you have never witnessed such a grand occasion, wouldn't you be at a loss when faced with future troubles?"

Luo Zhantian and Tang Hao's eyes widened in surprise.

What? You want to go to the Dragon Palace of the West Sea to witness the might of a true dragon?!

There was even fine wine to enjoy, and everyone immediately showed expressions of joy.

It's getting better, isn't it?

We've finally entered the world of cultivation, and can now sit at the table and enjoy the feast!

"A golden carp is no ordinary fish; once it encounters wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon!"

After reciting the poem, Tang Hao turned to the crowd and spoke.

"Don't tell Ning Chen yet. Let's wait until after the Dragon King's birthday banquet, then tell him and make him incredibly envious!"

Zhao Zhenyuan chuckled softly.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Ren Ningchen's magical power is boundless; the Dragon Palace isn't a place he can just go wherever he wants. It's time to let him know the myriad feelings of envy, jealousy, and hatred we've harbored for him all this time!"

Sun Rongrong held Qing'er in her arms, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Why don't we tell Brother Ning? Just in case something happens, we'll have someone to help us!"

Luo waved his hand dismissively.

"Hey, don't tell him yet. It's so far away, what's the point of telling him!"

Luo's lips curled up, forcibly suppressing his inner elation. He thought to himself, "Ning Chen, this time I'm going to crush you!"

Sun Rongrong pouted and muttered.

"What about Qing'er? We can't just leave her here as a baby!"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand.

"Bring them with you all! Today, this old Taoist will show you what it means for one person to attain enlightenment and even their chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven! Follow me!"

As the group arrived at the main hall, seven-colored clouds suddenly surged in the sky.

A massive mica, hundreds of feet in diameter, broke through the clouds, its shimmering light flowing like moonlight as it slowly descended onto the plaza in front of the palace.

Pavilions and towers appear and disappear on the mica's back, ethereal music lingers, and a beautiful clam maiden, draped in a light veil and half-revealing her jade-like body, gently opens her clam shell and invites you in.

"Please, esteemed immortals, ascend to the clouds!"

Zhang Qingxuan waved his sleeve and shouted.

"Follow me as I ascend to the clouds!"

The crowd was both surprised and delighted, and quickly followed the old Taoist priest onto the mica.

The magical creature carried everyone into the air, floating like feathers, and leisurely flew towards the Western Sea.

The sea of ​​clouds churned beneath their feet, and sunlight pierced through the jellyfish, refracting into a rainbow halo. It seemed slow, but in reality, it traveled hundreds of miles in an instant, causing Tang Hao, Zhao Zhenyuan, Wu Dajin, and others to exclaim in surprise.

Zhang Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back on a cloud, his robes fluttering in the wind, his white hair flowing, exuding the air of a highly accomplished Taoist master.

He secretly felt pleased with himself, thinking that being able to attend the Dragon King's birthday banquet once in his life was a worthwhile achievement!

He then smiled at Luo Zhantian, who was standing beside him, stunned by the beautiful scenery.

"Don't act like you've never seen daylight before! The wonders of the Dragon Palace are a hundred times greater than this. If you show any fear then, don't say you're a member of the Zhengyi Sect!"

What Lao Luo was thinking was...

"What a huge loss! If I had known there would be such an opportunity, I would have let those children come in... If we miss this Dragon Palace Feast, who knows when the next one will come!"

He originally intended to wait until the old Taoist priest passed away, then take complete control of the Zhengyi Sect before accepting more Divine Realm practitioners, thus avoiding further trouble.

Unexpectedly, a single misjudgment caused him to miss this tremendous opportunity.

Luo shook his head. The Journey to the West is a divine realm, truly a place where immortal encounters are everywhere!

His plan needs to be implemented as soon as possible...

We must quickly gather 100,000 disciples of the Zhengyi Sect who are cultivating the Great Dao. Any demons or monsters that dare to invade our China will never return!