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

Ning Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, but every word was clear and resounded throughout the hall.

"Your Highness, the conflict between your ice and fire bloodlines has been temporarily stabilized, and your life is no longer in danger. As long as you cultivate properly and receive regular assistance to harmonize the ice and fire energies, you will surely grow up safely, and your future prospects are immeasurable..."

He handed the sleeping little dragon girl in his arms to Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, who was walking quickly towards him.

"Xue'er! My Xue'er!"

Ao Run stretched out his trembling dragon claw and quickly took his daughter.

Feeling the warm breath and steady heartbeat of the little girl in his arms, the dignified Lord of the Western Sea instantly turned red in the eyes.

Large drops of dragon tears rolled down his face as the old Dragon King tightly embraced his daughter, overwhelmed with emotion.

"It's alright! Really, it's all over! Thank you, Immortal! Thank you so much for saving our lives! The West Sea Dragon Clan will never forget you!"

He was incoherent, overwhelmed by immense joy and gratitude, which had clouded all reason.

At this moment, all he could see was his beloved daughter, whom he thought was on the verge of death.

The three dragon princes, Mo Ang, Ao Rong, and Ao Lie, also gathered around.

Seeing their sister whom they had lost and found again, the way the others looked at Ning Chen became much more friendly.

The little white dragon cupped his hands in greeting.

"Immortal, please forgive me. Ao Lie was in a state of anxiety just now and spoke rudely! Immortal, please feel free to punish me as you see fit!"

Ning Chen said calmly.

"It's alright, Brother Ao is just being protective of his sister, Ning Chen understands!"

"If you ever need Ao Lie's help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask!"

Ning Chen nodded slightly. "I've been waiting for you to say that. Don't forget it five hundred years from now!"

Little White Dragon Ao Lie left in a hurry.

"I'll go check on Xue'er first. Please wait a moment, Immortal. Our Western Sea Dragon Clan will certainly repay you with a generous gift!"

When Ning Chen turned his head, he found that the eyes of the old Taoist Zhang Qingxuan, Luo Zhantian, Tang Hao, Sun Rongrong and others were all focused on him.

Lao Luo was the most exaggerated; his eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets!

"Hiss, Ning Chen?!"

Luo Zhantian said in disbelief.

"Is it really you?"

"Did Rongrong tell you this information?"

Ning Chen felt confused. What did his arrival have to do with Rongrong?

He pointed to Senior Brother Dayan.

"I came with my senior brother!"

"You have a senior brother?"

Old Luo was even more astonished and looked in the direction Ning Chen was pointing.

What kind of person is Senior Brother Dayan? He frequents the banquets of various immortal families and is most skilled in the art of reading people's expressions and moods.

Seeing Ning Chen and a bald, burly man looking at him, he slowly stood up, turned his face at a 45-degree angle, and put on the appearance of a hermit!

Luo's mouth dropped open. Ning Chen really does have a senior brother, and he seems pretty arrogant!

He suddenly felt a sense of despair, realizing that instead of crushing Ning Chen, he had been utterly crushed by him.

Tang Hao also felt a cracking sound in his heart, the sound of his fragile vanity shattering.

"No, how did you manage to enter the house and even save the Dragon King's youngest daughter?"

Ning Chen just smiled faintly. He couldn't very well say that he had been tricked by his own ancestor, could he?

Zhao Zhenyuan felt his brain buzzing and completely shut down!

We went through so much trouble to get to the West Sea Dragon Palace, only to end up having a simple, unpretentious feast outside.

Ning Chen not only entered the inner hall, but also held the Dragon King's daughter. Can the gap between two Divine Realm Walkers really be that big?

Sun Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief. It was all over. When did Ning Chen hook up with the Dragon King's daughter?

The difference between her and Xiaolongnu is as vast as the difference between a country bumpkin and a royal princess.

The others were also in a state of confusion.

Previously, within the Zhengyi Sect, they all believed that Ning Chen would not be able to attend the Dragon King's birthday banquet at the Dragon Palace.

As a result, Ning Chen not only came, but also went directly into the innermost hall and became a guest of honor on the Dragon King's throne. Now he has even become the hero who saved the little princess of the Dragon Clan!

The stark contrast filled them all with indignation.

Thinking back, they all thought Ning Chen wouldn't be able to attend the Dragon Palace birthday banquet.

He even boasted that he would indulge in a lavish banquet at the Dragon Palace and then brag to Ning Chen!

Everyone felt their cheeks burning...

Qing'er, who was being held in Sun Rongrong's arms, had already eaten and drunk her fill and fallen asleep.

When Ning Chen's voice rang in her ears.

Qing'er suddenly opened her sky-blue eyes, which were almost clear and instantly brightened. Her long eyelashes blinked incessantly.

Her eyes were filled with pure joy and affection for Ning Chen.

Qing'er stretched out her chubby, snow-white little hands, babbling and leaning eagerly toward Ning Chen, clearly wanting him to hug her.

"Ah...ah...ah...hug me..."

Qing'er's childish voice sounded exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

Ning Chen was slightly taken aback, then remembered that the baby girl was Qing'er. She had grown quite a bit in just a few days.

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. Although he looked disheveled, he couldn't help but reach out his hands naturally in response to Qing'er's call.

Sun Rongrong handed Qing'er over. As soon as little Qing'er landed in Ning Chen's arms, she immediately curled up tightly in his embrace, her delicate, milky face pressed against Ning Chen's bare chest.

She heard Ning Chen's deep heartbeat and immediately giggled, tightly hugging Ning Chen's arm with both small hands, as if she had found the safest harbor in the world.

"Eek... Eek..."

Qing'er closed her eyes and made soft moaning sounds. Ning Chen felt his heart melt at that moment.

He knew that this was a natural talent of the fox demon race; no one could stop its whimpering.

Just as there was King Zhou of the past, there is now Ning Chen of Fangcun Mountain. It's not shameful!

What bad intentions could a little baby girl possibly have?

He held Qing'er in his arms affectionately, pressed his cheek against hers, and smiled like a loving father!

The scene in the Dragon Palace became chaotic and subtle.

The Dragon King held his sleeping youngest daughter, tears streaming down his face.

Ning Chen, dressed in tattered clothes, held the baby girl Qing'er, whose eyes were closed and whose face was full of satisfaction.

Zhang Tianshi watched Qing'er and Ning Chen's intimate interactions, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

Ning Chen came out late and was unaware that the upright man in front of him was Zhang Tianshi.

The Celestial Master was extremely agitated, and his Daoist resolve almost crumbled.

"Walk!"

Zhang Tianshi forcibly suppressed the complex emotions churning within him.

He realized that if he stayed any longer, he might lose his composure in public and reveal the secret.

He decisively flicked his sleeve and hastily cupped his hands in greeting to the Dragon King Ao Run, who was still immersed in ecstasy and had not fully reacted.

"Your Majesty, your daughter is well, congratulations! I have official duties to attend to in Heaven and cannot stay any longer, so I must take my leave now!"

Before he finished speaking, and without waiting for the Dragon King's response, he and his entourage of celestial officials transformed into a streak of light and flew straight out of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Meanwhile, the old Dragon King Ao Run was completely preoccupied with his beloved daughter who had been lost and found again. He wanted to stop Zhang Tianshi from leaving, but found that the other party had already disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, he had no time to care about Zhang Tianshi; he simply held Ao Xue tightly in his arms.

The old Dragon King stroked his daughter's rosy face, tears still streaming down his face, murmuring repeatedly.

"It's alright, Xue'er is alright. Thank you, Immortal, and the Holy One of the Pure Realm for your protection!"

.........

With the chaos over, the Dragon King sent his Turtle Prime Minister to invite Ning Chen to the West Sea Dragon Palace Treasury.

Upon entering the treasure vault, Ning Chen saw a massive white jade pillar that stretched to the heavens and the earth, with five large characters inscribed on it.

A towering white jade pillar!