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

After traveling for several days, Ning Chen finally saw the vast, boundless, and shimmering Western Sea.

As they approached the sea, auspicious clouds gathered, and carriages of various colors appeared one after another, all of them guests heading to the Dragon Palace of the West Sea to celebrate its birthday.

Many guests brought their families, carrying gift boxes and treasure chests, glittering with jewels and displaying auspicious colors.

The coastline is guarded by shrimp soldiers and crab generals, who are on duty to receive guests.

Upon seeing these guests carrying generous gifts, they were all warmly welcomed and respectfully led the way into the sea.

Ning Chen and Daoist Dayan descended from the clouds and stood on the rocks by the shore. They waited for a long time, but no shrimp soldiers or crab generals came to greet them.

Several other newly arrived cultivators nearby presented their name cards and gifts, and were immediately and courteously led away.

In contrast, the two of them were empty-handed, making them seem somewhat out of place.

Ning Chen looked at the dazzling array of gifts brought by the guests, and then at his senior brother's calm and expressionless, thin face.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask in a soft voice.

"Senior brother, shouldn't we prepare some birthday gifts for the Dragon King of the West Sea?"

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Dayan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He looked at Ning Chen and slowly asked in return.

"Junior brother, do you know my Daoist name?"

Ning Chen was taken aback, then answered truthfully.

"Please enlighten me, senior brother, I truly do not know!"

"Then listen carefully, junior brother!"

Daoist Dayan said loudly.

"Dayan was the senior disciple's name bestowed upon him by the patriarch when he entered the sect. What outsiders know is my other nickname, Qiufeng Daoren!"

"The Taoist of Autumn Wind?"

Ning Chen carefully considered his senior brother's title and subconsciously blurted out his praise.

"It must be because my senior brother's cultivation is extraordinary, and he is decisive and ruthless in battle, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, that he has earned such a reputation!"

"Oh......."

Daoist Dayan chuckled lightly, but said nothing more.

He slowly took out a cloth bag from his bosom, untied the bag, and took out a few peaches.

These peaches are not very big, with a greenish-red skin and a faint fruity fragrance. They look quite fresh and juicy.

But compared to the dazzling and rare treasures of the guests next to them, this item looked like wild fruit sold for ten coins by the roadside.

Ning Chen looked at the peaches and felt they looked incredibly familiar.

The greenish-red skin and the slightly irregular shape reminded him of the wild peaches in the rotten peach forest behind the mountain, which the monkeys disliked for not having the same spiritual energy as those from Flower Fruit Mountain!

Ning Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes and point at the peach in astonishment.

"Senior brother, could this... could this be from the rotten peach grove behind our mountain...?"

"Exactly!"

Senior Brother Dayan showed no shame. He nodded frankly, stuffed the peach back into the bag, and weighed it in his hand.

"These are spirit peaches, a specialty of our mountain sect. They absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and contain the spiritual energy of the mountains. They prolong life, nourish the soul, and are most suitable as birthday gifts. How can ordinary immortal fruits compare?"

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Fangcun Mountain.

"I know best how powerful the Patriarch's daily sermons are. Even the peach trees in this rotten peach grove have absorbed some of the Patriarch's divine energy. I wouldn't bother giving them to anyone else!"

Ning Chen looked at Senior Brother Dayan with an air of self-righteousness, even carrying a hint of arrogance that these shrimp soldiers and crab generals were all idiots who didn't know their stuff.

Let's take a closer look at the nickname "Autumn Wind Taoist".

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he instantly understood!

So, my senior brother's meaning of "autumn wind" doesn't refer to ruthless killing, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Rather, it refers to the places he passed through, where, as if the autumn wind swept by, leaves fell and branches became bare!

Senior Brother Dayan's nickname, Autumn Wind Taoist, clearly refers to the autumn wind that begs for alms!

No wonder there were no shrimp soldiers or crab generals who came forward to greet the guests; it's probably because my senior brother already has a great reputation!

Ning Chen looked at the bag of wild peaches picked from the rotten peach orchard in his senior brother's hand, and then at the beach bustling with guests in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.

"Senior brother, if you don't bring out some real treasures soon, without someone to guide us into the sea, we might not even find the Dragon Palace!"

"It's alright, junior brother, don't panic, your senior brother has a plan!"

Senior Brother Dayan lightly flicked his Taoist robe, slightly raised his chin, and exuded an air of domineering arrogance between his brows.

"Junior brother, you have only recently entered the sect and are unaware of your senior brother's abilities. In terms of cultivation and supernatural powers, there are many talented people under the sect of our patriarch, and I know I am not among them. However, in terms of having a wide circle of friends and extensive connections, no one on this Fangcun Mountain can surpass me!"

He patted his waist, where a cloth bag containing several peaches exuded boundless domineering aura.

"Throughout this vast world, in all its realms and elements, there is no feast that I, Daoist Qiufeng, cannot partake of!"

Ning Chen looked at his senior brother, who had an arrogant attitude that said it was only natural for him to freeload.

Even though he already knew this senior brother's methods, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His lips twitched inwardly, and he thought to himself, "Senior brother, you have a very clear understanding of your own position."

Indeed, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames!

The senior disciple Dayan said nothing more, his eyes scanning the endless stream of guests along the shore like searchlights.

He held his breath, as if selecting a target.

Soon, his eyes lit up as he spotted a white-haired old immortal who had just landed and seemed somewhat alone.

The old immortal was dressed in a simple gray-white Taoist robe, his white hair was neatly combed, his face was thin and refined, and his whole body exuded pure immortal energy. Although his aura was not particularly strong, he appeared exceptionally kind and benevolent among the immortals celebrating his birthday.

The old immortal held a jade box in his hands and slowly stepped forward, preparing to talk to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Upon seeing this, Daoist Dayan's face broke into a fawning smile, as if he were seeing a long-lost brother!

Okay, old man, you're the one!

He strode over, grabbed the white-haired old immortal's sleeve, and his voice carried just the right amount of surprise.

"Oh my! Isn't this the renowned Senior Yunmeng Sanren? It's truly a case of finding a needle in a haystack! Since the last time I heard Zhenyuan Daxian preach the Hunyuan Dao Fruit at Wuzhuang Temple, decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and I haven't had the chance to hear your teachings! Senior's demeanor is even more impressive than before!"

The white-haired old immortal was taken aback by Senior Brother Dayan's sudden enthusiasm.

He looked at the smiling, unfamiliar Taoist priest in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Fellow Daoist...forgive my poor eyesight, have we met before?"

"Haha! Senior, you really have a bad memory!"

Senior Brother Dayan patted the old immortal on the shoulder with an extremely natural expression, as if to say, "You're old, your memory isn't good, I forgive you."

"This junior is Qiufeng Daoren! Back in Wuzhuang Temple, you gave me some pointers! Those were invaluable! I've always remembered them and never dared to forget! To meet you here today is truly fate, such a wonderful coincidence!"

"Autumn... Autumn Wind Taoist?"

Yunmeng Sanren frowned in thought. This name seemed to have a vague recollection of him.

I think I heard a fellow cultivator mention that he was a very special person in the cultivation world, especially skilled at taking advantage of others.

Seeing the other party's confident and enthusiastic manner, and hearing the names of Wuzhuang Temple and Zhenyuan Daxian, I realized that...

The old immortal slowly recalled that he might have seen the Taoist priest in front of him before, but the two were not familiar with each other and had no connection whatsoever.

He couldn't very well deny it directly, lest he offend the other party. After all, one shouldn't hit a smiling face, and everyone was there to celebrate the West Sea Dragon King's birthday, so harmony was the most important thing.

"Oh...oh! So it's Fellow Daoist Qiufeng! I remember now, I remember now!"