Chapter 636

'The Dragon Son invites...' Master Kongheng immediately raised his head. Li Li Zhouwei was looking thoughtfully at Huiyao on the ground, and the monk felt regret in his heart:

"Huiyao has learned to be bad over these years; he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."

Master Kongheng was not ignorant of the calculations in the mortal world, but practicing Buddhist law, he could not casually use such a heart to speculate about others. Only then did he realize belatedly that the great momentum just now was the Jiaogong's banquet invitation, and Huiyao deliberately used congratulations to fob him off, fearing that he would block it for the Heir.

"The old demon is good at learning; after decades of learning, he has mastered that set of tricks!"

Now that they had met in person, Huiyao invited and bowed again; refusing would mean losing the Dragon Son's face. Now that the Dragon's prestige was at its peak, there were probably few people in the East Sea who dared to do such a thing.

As the monk was thinking, Li Li Zhouwei came down from the steps. Hearing a "clang," the long halberd with the round white crescent moon branches was put into the storage bag. Arriving in front of Huiyao, he first said softly:

"Fellow Daoist, please rise."

Huiyao's heart skipped a beat, listening to Li Li Zhouwei pass by him and walk to the steps of the hall, smiling: "Since the Dragon Son invites, how dare I not obey."

He climbed up with a sense of relief, turned to Master Kongheng, and said in a low voice:

"Please, Fellow Daoist, open the great formation."

Seeing Master Kongheng cast spells and form seals, the invisible boundary in the sky disappeared. Huiyao untied a large orange-red conch from his waist, stuffed it to his lips, puffed his cheeks, and exhaled, and suddenly a loud sound arose:

"Woo..."

The seawater on the shore surged into the sky following the sound of the conch. Two huge sea walls rose on the sea surface, the two waters merging, passing over the many pavilions on the large isle, and spreading all the way to the front of the hall.

"Splash!"

The dampness of the seawater rushed toward him. Master Kongheng looked from afar, musing that his clothes were washed in vain. Green-red water steps had already appeared under his feet. Huiyao made a gesture of invitation, and Li Li Zhouwei took a step forward, the seawater under his feet retracting and falling onto the sea beast.

For a moment, the sound of chains was loud. The sea beast struggled with all its might, every scale buzzing and vibrating. Whirlpools arose on the sea surface, actually pulling out a palace, built of coral, adorned with pearls and jade, with seawater flowing along it like a waterfall, colorful and magnificent.

'What a palace...'

This was merely the Dragon Son's carriage, yet it had continuous palace chambers, far more than the buildings on Zongquan Isle. Huiyao led him into it all the way. The night-luminescent pearls on both sides lit up. He pointed to the main hall on the right and said respectfully: "The main hall is for the Dragon Son's travel; please go to the right side hall."

Li Li Zhouwei scanned it. On the left, there was still a palace, only a notch lower than the main hall, which must be for receiving Early Zifu cultivators. Following Huiyao into the right hall, the demon creature replied:

"My lord, please wait. I will drive the Green Water Scaled Beast. This trip is to the Zhu Nan Jiaogong, located at the bottom of the East Sea, above the netherworld. Although this beast is good at controlling water, it will still take three to five days."

Li Li Zhouwei nodded, and Huiyao retreated eagerly. Two pure and cute clam girls entered from the side hall, night-luminescent pearls lit up one by one, lighting up the many coral decorations in the hall, and brewed tea for him.

Li Li Zhouwei raised his hand to take it, seeing it was clear, green spiritual tea.

'Huiyao understands my family well; he didn't bring any blood food.'

Casually placing it on the table, he raised his head to look at the coral throne in the very center, finding that the armrests on both sides were hook-snake heads, their snake eyes tightly closed, their scales white and delicate. He thought they must all be nobles among the hook-snakes.

'In front of the dragon-kind... they are nothing more than decorations.'

Li Li Zhouwei sat down to the side, observing quietly. This sea beast was, after all, the Dragon Son's carriage, traveling extremely steadily, without any feeling of shuttling through the seabed. He estimated for a while and raised the Dragon Son's status again.

'After all, dragon-kind offspring are difficult to come by; adulthood is Early Zifu, the most noble demon creature in the world...'

Li Li Zhouwei knew of two Dragon Lords: one was the Lord Beijia Dragon Lord, and the other was the Lord Xiyang Dragon Lord. The former was the master of the He River and also the offspring of the True Chi. In terms of age, he was probably one of the top in the world.

'The True Chi has nine sons, six He and three Lu, only two are free in the world. The Lord Xiyang Dragon Lord is a rising star, which means that besides this master of the He River, there is another Dragon Lord—a full three True Lord-level figures.'

'This Chengbi Dragon Son of the Clear Pond of the Sea-Clearing or whatever White Dragon Tiao Crown Prince...'

Among the figures the Li family knew, the only one in the human race who could compare to this Dragon Son was probably that Little King Sword Immortal Wang Xun. As for that young master of the Tuoba family, he was far behind.

Li Li Zhouwei spent three years breaking through to Foundation Establishment, unhurriedly. The "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" in his body condensed, his magic power like bright light. Using the "Minghua Jinyang Huangyuan Scripture," a fifth-grade technique, to establish his foundation, his immortal foundation was the most magnificent in the Li family's history.

Although Li Li Ximing was also practicing the "Minghua Jinyang Huangyuan Scripture," he had already established his foundation when he obtained this technique, and in the end, it was not as authentic as his own.

"Excluding the methods of seizing sky light, capturing fire, and driving away evil and breaking disasters, the 'Jinyang Huangyuan Pass' can manifest to suppress enemies. This immortal foundation also has quite good affinity for Li Fire, and can condense armor and soldiers with bright light fire to act as followers."

The same immortal foundation practiced by different people would have some small, different wonders. Li Li Zhouwei also found it hard to say whether it was the "Minghua Jinyang Huangyuan Scripture" that cast it or if he himself was different: "These two small wonders... the former can be considered somewhat useful, the latter is not very useful."

Although he had never used them until now, he estimated that these armored soldiers could at most touch Qi Refining, and in battles between Foundation Establishment cultivators, they would not be of any use most of the time.

"As for techniques..."

Most of Li Li Zhouwei's twenty-plus years of cultivation were spent learning magic techniques, most of which were second or third grade. He only heard that there would be some changes after Foundation Establishment, and now they were just a bit smoother to cast.

"After all, the grade is too low, and they are not used in fighting. Excluding the two..."

The ones Li Li Zhouwei truly used to face enemies were only the 【Great Wen Golden Eyes】 and the 【Jiazi Soul-Refining Halberd Soldier Technique】. The former was a pupil technique, and the latter was a halberd technique, both of which were types of magic techniques. Now, after Foundation Establishment, they actually both had changes.

The 【Great Wen Golden Eyes】 were more miraculous. Besides the original many effects of seeing through falsehoods, they could also intimidate and frighten. As long as he operated the pupil technique, those without corresponding magic techniques and immortal foundations would feel that he was difficult to contend with, becoming flustered and chaotic.

As for the 【Jiazi Soul-Refining Halberd Soldier Technique】, this halberd technique was a demonic halberd technique that relied on killing enemies to refine the technique. Now, the Jinyang Huangyuan armored soldiers he summoned could also use this method to bless his body.

"It seems that the technique must also have affinity, and only after Foundation Establishment can there be outstanding changes; otherwise, it is just smoother."

This palace was, after all, someone else's carriage, and cultivating here was too unsafe and full of He River energy. Li Li Zhouwei simply sat on the main seat. The clam girl on the side saw him not drinking tea, holding the jade pot and standing empty-handed, not daring to glance at him.

Three days passed in a flash. As the Green Water Scaled Beast stopped, the large palace it carried on its back slowly sank into the sea, blessed by magic power, and settled on the green, gloomy seabed. The surrounding rocks and silt were not damaged at all.

Li Li Zhouwei pushed the palace door and went out. Looking out, it was all green and gloomy, with pitch-black darkness overhead. The seabed gems and pearls served as lamps, illuminating the seawater, which was all a strange, bright green, while the ground was deep red reefs, green and red intertwined.

The East Sea seabed was not a place for ordinary cultivators, or even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, to come. Li Li Zhouwei had never heard any description of it before. Now, borrowing this gloomy lamp light, his Great Wen Golden Eyes operated, and he looked out as far as he could—it was all boundless, vast palaces.

Huiyao was on the palace steps in front, smiling with a thick face, following behind two demon creatures, extremely fawning. One had bulging gills and black armor, with a mouth full of fangs; the other had a big belly, a giant mouth, and long whiskers, their clothes similar to humans, walking toward him holding forks.

The demon general with bulging gills and black armor had a slightly rough voice and said in a low voice: "This is the 【Weixia Kingdom】 of the Zhu Nan Dragon Prefecture. Guest, follow me."

Huiyao's waist was almost bowed to the ground, so he naturally had no qualifications to speak. Li Li Zhouwei nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly, stepping behind him. The middle-aged man with the giant mouth and long whiskers spoke first, his tone soft:

"【Weixia Kingdom】 is a clam kingdom. Although the population is prosperous, the common people all live under the sand. The King became pregnant with a pearl a few days ago and cannot come out to welcome the guest. Please do not blame us."

"No matter."

Li Li Zhouwei looked at it with some novelty. It was truly boundless. Since the common people lived under the sand, these palaces must be for those shrimp soldiers and crab generals to live in. He secretly thought:

"How vast is the East Sea? If there are demon kingdoms everywhere, wouldn't it be comparable to several seas? No wonder the dragon-kind are satisfied with being underwater... It is truly much more comfortable than on the shore."

Several people moved extremely fast. After traveling hundreds of miles, a dark stone wall slowly appeared in the water in the distance, reaching all the way to the sky, with no end in sight to the left or right.

The middle-aged man with the giant mouth and long whiskers said in a low voice: "Guest, you have practiced pupil techniques; you must not look up at the wall."

The gold in Li Li Zhouwei's eyes slowly faded. Using his mortal eyes to look, what was before him was just a piece of darkness, with a few faint cold lights, which seemed to be a few long pillars.

"Oh? Is there any origin?"

Li Li Zhouwei's heart moved, and he asked in a low voice.

The demon general with bulging gills and black armor finally spoke, his voice slightly rough, saying heavily: "The Eighth Young Master is up there."

The youth was slightly stunned, immediately reacted, lowered his gaze, and only looked at the dark red reefs on the ground. The two demon generals buried their heads even deeper into their necks, not saying a word.

Who else could be so broadly called the Eighth Young Master by the demon creatures in the sea? Only that Dragon Lord of the Lu Water lineage, the origin of the colors of the entire Zhu Zhu Lu Hai, the eighth son of the True Chi! The Li Li Zhouwei family had records of this. Two thousand years ago, this sea was called Qunyi. It was because the eighth son of the He River True Chi was captured in this sea. The dragon-kind bound him to a deep cliff in the sea, built nine cold iron pillars, nailed him to the bottom of the cliff, and killed and dismembered him. Overnight, the sea turned green, and only then did the Zhu Zhu Lu Hai come into being! 'Killed and dismembered... no matter how many corpses are left on it, this place is at least the burial place of a True Lord, a son of the True Chi!'

He knew that he had a talisman seed in his body and should not be killed by a single look. Suppressing his curiosity, he continued to lower his brow and walk toward the inside of the cliff. The middle-aged man with the giant mouth and long whiskers on the side said in a low voice: "The Lu and He lineages generate and transform each other. Cultivating here has great benefits. Fellow Daoist should not know... there are quite a few cave dwellings up there, all inhabited by cultivators who were on good terms with my dragon-kind back then."

Li Li Zhouwei nodded slightly. Entering the cliff, he saw an open space, and at the top was a large plaque: 'Zhu Nan Dragon Prefecture'

He then entered it, but it was a blue palace. The water color was no longer that strange green and red. The palace was mainly made of crystal, with fish and shrimp leading the way, and the ground was full of rich spiritual energy.

The two demons led him all the way, following this palace step by step upward, stopping beside the hall that could overlook the entire Dragon Prefecture, waiting beside the main hall. The giant-mouthed demon creature said:

"Please."

Li Li Zhouwei took a step forward and opened the jade-like palace door, finding that there were several women in pink clothes singing with their sleeves raised in the hall, and one person sitting upright at the very top.

This person was in a silver robe, embroidered with waves and dragons, his face like jade, his eyebrows entering his temples, with a high nose and a large forehead. Two silver patterns were densely covered on his forehead, extending all the way upward to his pair of white horns.

His black hair was scattered, his pupils were light blue, and he stared at Li Li Zhouwei, lifting his brows slightly without speaking.

Instead, someone stood up from the side, looked at Li Li Zhouwei, and came down from the stage with bare feet, bringing a piece of bell ringing, jumping in front of him, and smiling:

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist!"

This was a little girl, only twelve or thirteen years old, with a clean face, fine red feathers at the corners of her eyes, dark red eyes, and a very smiling face. Arriving in front of him, she performed a very standard etiquette.

Li Li Zhouwei returned the salute, the gold in his eyes brightening again, turning to the white-horned youth at the head seat, and said in a deep voice:

"Minghuang of Wangyue Lake, greets the Dragon Son."

"Hmm."

The youth took a look, saw that he did not bow, turned his cup, and said softly: "Chengbi White Dragon of the Clear Pond of the Sea-Clearing, Brother Ding Jiao."

His bearing was generous, and he actually had no arrogance. He pointed to the position on the other side for Li Li Zhouwei. The maid served wine. This white dragon took a look at the woman on the side and said softly:

"Minghuang, this is Fellow Daoist Wupian of the Zhengping Qingwu Forest in Yanbei."

This red-feathered woman had been wearing a smiling face, nodded and said:

"Wupian of the Chongli Wu Ping Fire Yang Luan, greets Fellow Daoist."

After listening, Li Li Zhouwei already understood, secretly thinking: "A white dragon, a Li Luan—neither are ordinary demon creatures..."

This Li Luan was born quiet, but she talked a lot. She immediately spoke impatiently, smiling: "Fellow Daoist Minghuang, are you... the eldest son, or the second son?"

Li Li Zhouwei felt that her words had no basis, smiled at her in a friendly way, and before he could speak, the white dragon Brother Ding Jiao spoke first, raising his cup to him: "Pupil color is dark gold, should be the eldest son, right?"

Li Li Zhouwei was thoughtful, not stage-frightened, and toasted back:

"The Prefect guessed correctly."

"Good... good..."

Li Luan Wupian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Then things are easy to handle... Although Bai Lin is fierce, he can still be a friend, but Bai Chan is not a good thing!"

"Wupian..."

Brother Ding Jiao blocked her words, turned to look at Li Li Zhouwei, and said loudly with a smile: "Minghuang, you may not know, but back then Emperor Gong of Wei was a Golden-Eyed Bai Lin with scales under his neck. My grandfather was a close friend of his, and my father had even seen him and had to call him Uncle!"

"There is actually such an origin..."

Li Li Zhouwei was slightly surprised. On second thought, at that time, the Wei Li unified the north, and their prestige was so prosperous; it was not surprising that they had some relationship with the dragon-kind.

It was just that looking at the current situation, he had never heard that the dragon-kind were very good with the Wei Li, and his own family had mostly not received any help before. He thought it was just that kind of superficial friendship.

"I wonder... which Dragon King is the Senior?"

Brother Ding Jiao's light blue eyes moved, smiled slightly, and said word by word: "Dongfang You!"