"Flying Tiger General, may I ask if the Dragon Lord has any instructions for this visit to the Dragon Palace?"

    Before the Min River, Lu Qingfeng couldn''t help but speak out.

    Despite Lan Feihu''s flowery speech along the way, seemingly blabbering without restraint, it was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but he had not revealed a hint of his intentions.

    "The Dragon Lord''s Divine Skills are immense; how could you, a Mortal lad, possibly imagine what matters could require your concern?"

    Lan Feihu snorted in derision, not bothering to explain to Lu Qingfeng, and with a pick up, leapt into the Min River, "You''ll naturally understand once you go in."

    Splash!

    The river roared.

    Above Lan Feihu''s helmet, a Bright Pearl bloomed with radiant light, separating the water, as he walked through as if on flat ground.

    Lu Qingfeng couldn''t help but glance at the Bright Pearl.

    Seeing this, Lan Feihu seized the opportunity to show off immediately, "This is the ''Water-shielding Pearl,'' bestowed by the Dragon Lord. It can part all waters; such treasures do not exist in the Mortal plane."

    "Water-shielding Pearl."

    Lu Qingfeng showed a look of surprise, giving Lan Feihu sufficient face.

    Actually.

    Such a Water-shielding Pearl was truly not that remarkable, being capable of allowing one to walk underwater at best. It would shatter upon encountering True Water or Heavy Water. An ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, by simply performing the water avoidance art, would far surpass this ''Water-shielding Pearl.''

    It was just to show off to a ''Mortal'' like him that Lan Feihu could brag.

    Seeing Lu Qingfeng reveal a surprised expression, Lan Feihu raised his blue face, showing his sharp teeth, finding delight in the ignorance of a Mortal.

    Both of them secretly mocked the other in their hearts.

    Not long after.

    As if passing through a barrier, the vision suddenly cleared.

    Stretches of palatial buildings far grander than earthly palaces, adorned with Ming Pearls, hovering amidst the waters. Among them, teams of Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals patrolled, and lovely maids managed the flow of water.

    Like an underwater Immortal Palace.

    Ordinary people would be stupefied at the sight, believing it to be the Immortal Realm.

    "Kid, dumbstruck, are you?"

    "This is the Min River Dragon Palace."

    Lan Feihu patted Lu Qingfeng, causing soreness from the pat, and then, lifting him up, they streaked towards the most majestic and grand palace in the center.

    Along the way.

    Whether it was the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals or the passing maids, upon seeing Lan Feihu, they each paid their respects, calling him ''Flying Tiger General.''

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    Lu Qingfeng, being carried by the neck, was facing backward.

    He saw these Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals and the maids, after Lan Feihu flew past, casting secretive glances at him. Seeing his awkward and ridiculous state being carried, the maids pointed and giggled secretly, while the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals looked with a mixture of scrutiny and disdain.

    "What kind of act is this!"

    Lu Qingfeng felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, but it didn''t seem like a bloody disaster, rather something even more terrifying.

    Lan Feihu didn''t stop.

    Soon.

    They entered the central palace.

    ...

    "Your subordinate greets the Dragon Lord."

    Upon entering the hall, Lan Feihu set Lu Qingfeng down, kneeling respectfully towards the aged man sitting at the upper seat with a green face and red beard, dressed in splendid robes and wearing a blue crown, addressing him as ''Dragon Lord.''

    "Mortal Guang Yuan, greets the Min River Dragon Lord."

    Seeing this, Lu Qingfeng also bent his knee, bowing and kneeling.

    In this life.

    He was just a Mortal, facing a Dragon Lord of unknowable cultivation; one must kneel when appropriate. It''s not about dignity; it''s merely a temporary difference in status.

    "Rise."

    The Dragon Lord spoke, his voice filled with authority, resounding throughout the grand hall.

    "Thank you, Dragon Lord."

    "Your subordinate has seen the three princes."

    Lan Feihu was the first to rise, cupping his fists as a greeting towards the three distinct figures sitting to the lower seat of the Min River Dragon Lord, dressed in brocade robes, Daoist robes, and Armor, respectively.

    "Flying Tiger General."

    All three nodded in acknowledgment, it was clear that Lan Feihu did have some status within the Min River Dragon Palace.

    Lu Qingfeng looked towards the three addressed as ''princes'' by Lan Feihu. Judging by this title, they should be the sons of the Min River Dragon Lord. Such status, and yet they showed no slight to Lan Feihu - firstly, these three had extraordinary bearing, and secondly, it showed that even though Lan Feihu had been rather boastful and exaggerated on the way here, it was not complete nonsense; he indeed held some status in the Min River Dragon Palace.

    Lu Qingfeng followed Lan Feihu in rising.

    He gave a salute to the three princes of the Min River Dragon Palace.

    He then saw Lan Feihu report to the Dragon Lord sitting at the upper seat, "Reporting to the Dragon Lord, your subordinate encountered this lad named ''Guang Yuan'' within the territory of the Fenglin Road Yazhou Prefecture. The ''Observing Fortune Treasure Mirror'' revealed a red luminescence, so I promptly brought him back."

    Saying so.

    Lan Feihu took out a dark treasure mirror and infused it with a powerful force. The mirror emitted black light that swiftly transitioned to white, and finally settled on red. The piercing red light illuminated the grand hall, and from the mirror, a figure was revealed—

    It was Lu Qingfeng.

    "Red light."

    "The ''Observing Fortune Treasure Mirror'' can identify up to Third-rank fortunes. This lad''s fortune shines so brightly red, it must certainly surpass the Third-rank; perhaps it''s as high as Fourth or Fifth-Order. He may have the potential to achieve cultivator status in either the Fourth Realm or even the Fifth Realm in the future!"

    From among the three princes of the Dragon Palace sitting to the lower seat of the Min River Dragon Lord, the last clad in resplendent Golden Armor with his eyes lighting up, was the first to speak. He joyously suggested to the Dragon Lord seated atop, "Why not have the ''Fate Mirror'' brought out for a closer examination?"

    Lu Qingfeng looked at the one who had spoken.

    "Ranked third, he must be the Third Prince of the Min River Dragon Palace. The youngest and most impatient," he appraised inwardly. But Lu Qingfeng also understood why he had been ''invited'' by Lan Feihu to the Min River Dragon Palace.

    His eyes fell on the dark treasure mirror in Lan Feihu''s hand, "The ''Observing Fortune Treasure Mirror'' can detect fortunes?"

    All Life Spirits possess fortunes.

    Lu Qingfeng, practicing ''Daluo Cave Temple,'' could observe a person''s Root Bone and Life Spirit''s potential. However, fortune was more complex. Never having encountered it before, he was also unaware of how the Immortal Qin Realm differentiated fortunes by such colors as black, white, and red.

    Without cultivation, unable to use Daluo Cave Temple, he was unaccustomed to merely watching.

    Suppressing his thoughts.

    For the time being, he chose not to consume Experience Value to obtain cultivation, to avoid revealing any flaws. His eyes lingered a while longer on the ''Observing Fortune Treasure Mirror,'' his mind also pondering the ''Fate Mirror'' mentioned by the Third Prince of Min River.

    As the name implies.

    It wasn''t hard to guess its use.

    The Min River Dragon Lord''s beard trembled slightly at the head seat, his face showing joy as he saw the thick red light illuminating the Great Hall, but he shook his head and said, "No rush, let''s wait for the other generals to return and check it together later."

    Upon hearing this, the Third Prince felt somewhat disheartened.

    Nevertheless, the Min River Dragon Lord clearly exuded an impressive authority, enough to intimidate even his own son, the Third Prince, one of the only three.

    Not daring to question, the Third Prince simply turned his gaze to Lu Qingfeng and with a twirl of his eyes, he beckoned, "Boy, come over and get close to us three brothers."

    Lan Feihu stood silently to the side.

    "Yes."

    Lu Qingfeng complied, hurriedly walked over in a few steps, and was pulled by the Third Prince to sit with him at the same table.

    Maidens presented silver chopsticks and a copper bowl, and Lu Qingfeng turned his head to glance at the three princes on his right—

    He saw the Min River First Prince, who appeared to be in his thirties, exuding nobility, sitting upright with focused eyes.

    The Second Prince, dressed in a Daoist robe, seemed the most amiable, with the look of a young, celestial cultivator. He nodded and smiled at Lu Qingfeng.

    As for the Third Prince sitting close by, at a glance he seemed to be of similar age to Lu Qingfeng, youthful and spirited, his Bright Armor the most dazzling item in the hall, even overshadowing the glimmer from the Golden Armored Divine General on the pillar.

    One could tell at a glance he was of a spirited nature.

    "Come come come!"

    "Eat eat eat!"

    "Drink drink drink!"

    "Feel at home, don''t be shy."

    The Third Prince cajoled, exchanging cups and toasting with Lu Qingfeng. The wine of the Dragon Palace was indeed extraordinary, far surpassing Lu Qingyu''s tiresome acquisition of the ''Intoxicated Immortal Brew'' and ''Immortal Trip'' by countless measures.

    Three cups of fine wine down.

    Before he had the chance to savor the indistinguishable delicacies on the table.

    Bang!

    Inebriation rushed to his head, and unable to control himself, Lu Qingfeng plunged headfirst onto the table, and slept soundly, snoring loudly.

    "Ha ha!"

    "This lad can''t hold his liquor; once he becomes our brother-in-law, he''ll need to train well!"

    As consciousness faded, the loud laughter of the Third Prince echoed in Lu Qingfeng''s ears, then he descended into complete chaos.

    ...

    In a drunken dream.

    Lu Qingfeng seemed to see one general after another, like Lan Feihu, striding in tiger-like, each followed by one or two, or even three to five young men or youths.

    Soon, red lights flickered in the hall, some strong, some weak.

    He did not know how many days had passed.

    He did not know how many generals had arrived.

    Suddenly, Lan Feihu stepped forward, lifted him up, and carried him around the hall, eliciting another round of laughter.

    Shortly after.

    Lu Qingfeng dreamed of a mirror hanging in mid-air, reflecting himself so clearly as if he had been stripped naked, with no cover at all, and felt extremely humiliated.

    Green lights pulsated, and the crowd around was in an uproar.

    Beside him were pairs of burning eyes, various expressions, Lu Qingfeng couldn''t discern them clearly.

    Then the scene changed.

    Just as if he had been stripped, a group of beautiful maidens attended him, helping him bathe and change into a red robe, adorned with various lavish decorations.

    After such trouble.

    He didn''t know how many days he slept.

    Wandering around the Dragon Palace Hall, going around in circles, Lu Qingfeng''s mind remained in a daze.

    Dragon Palace wine, how could mortals afford to enjoy it?

    Once the alcohol kicked in.

    One would not awaken for decades.

    Fortunately, he still had his external body, allowing Lu Qingfeng to retain a faint sense of consciousness, witnessing these days'' events.

    He saw.

    The Min River Dragon Palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers, big red lanterns hung high.

    Far more Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals, beautiful maidens coming and going than when he had arrived, seemingly paying their respects towards his direction. There were also unfamiliar guests, Daoists, Generals, or other dressed cultivators passing by, all revealing kind smiles upon seeing him.

    Thus.

    He remained in a confused state for an unknown number of hours.

    On this day.

    Lu Qingfeng suddenly felt a moment of clarity in his mind, the haze dissipated, the drunkenness receded, and he instantly sobered up.

    No headache.

    No blurred vision.

    But as he saw the scene before him and looked around, he was immediately stunned!

    ...

    "Bow to heaven and earth!"

    "Bow to the high hall!"

    "Bow to each other as husband and wife!"

    Lu Qingfeng bowed three times, and from under the red veil, he caught a glimpse of a slightly young but exquisite face, feeling a wave of peculiarity in his heart.

    "The ceremony is complete!"

    "Escort to the bridal chamber!"

    Lu Qingfeng was led to one of the palaces. Beside him was the woman who had just bowed with him.

    Walking slowly.

    With countless thoughts in his mind and the sound of laughter and congratulations in his ears.

    In a flash.

    He was guided into a palace.

    Boom!

    The palace door closed, leaving only Lu Qingfeng and the woman in the red veil, seated by the bedside.

    ...